Innocence Lost: 9/?
Title: Innocence Lost
Author: kellou24
Based On: TV Series
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairings: Eventually Nate/Jenny
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Something traumatic happened to Jenny Humphrey and she doesn't quite know how to deal with it.
Warning: Story contains VERY dark subject matter.
I flipped to the next page of my hardcover copy of Carrie as I tried unsuccessfully to block out the loud gossiping voices of the social pariahs sitting around me and focus on Carrie’s mental breakdown. If anything there voices seemed to become louder and more grating than before making my teeth grind and my fingers dig into the hard cover of the book. With a purse of my lips I slammed the book closed with an abrupt thud and jerkily stood up from my spot on the concrete steps and walked hurriedly down the steps and away from my “friends”, ignoring the confused whispers and calls of my name from behind me.
I stepped into the bathroom and leaned against the door with a heavy breath, running an aggravated hand over my face and through my hair. I stood there for a moment, perfectly still as I tried to slow down my frantic heartbeat and calm myself enough to keep from crying.
All I seem able to do anymore is cry.
Once my breathing is evened out I walk towards the sink and rest my hands on it as I lean forward to look at myself in the mirror.
There are dark circles under my lifeless eyes and my face looks thin and pale under the fluorescent lights, my hair oily and hanging limp around it.
I hear footsteps approaching from the hallway outside and I hurriedly duck into the last stall, clasping the lock in place just as the door opens and two girls step in.
“You’re lying.” accused one of the girls with a laugh in her voice. I leaned forward and looked through the crack in the door to see Karen Daniels, who was the girl who had spoke, and Michelle Ross standing in front of the mirror fixing their hair and make-up.
“No I swear it’s true.” Michelle said while leaning forward to fix her eyeliner.
“So how’d you find out anyway?” Karen asked curiously. I felt uneasy about this conversation and my palms started to sweat as I continued to listen, holding my breath and hoping desperately this wasn’t about me.
“My sister saw her leaving one of the empty reception halls with her hair and dress disheveled. Apparently she was wiping her lips off so I think you can easily guess that what they had been doing involved her on her knees.” I felt my stomach drop at her words and my eyes well up with tears that I tried to blink away.
“No way,” Karen said in disbelief.
“Seriously and that’s not even the best part. My sister heard glass shattering in the room so she’d walked into the room to see broken glass everywhere and Nate sitting at the barstool with his head in his hands.” Michelle said slyly.
“Geez, I wonder what happened to make him do that?” Karen asked with wonder and awe in her voice.
“My guess is that she didn’t let him finish,” Michelle said with a wide smirk on her face.
“I just can’t believe that she’d do that to her own stepsister.” Karen said shaking her head like the idea was ridiculous.
“Oh please, if I was in her shoes I wouldn’t hesitate to do the same thing. It is Nate Archibald after all,” I felt my breathing accelerate as she went on. “Besides from what I heard, Serena’s been cheating on him with Carter Baizen.” Michelle said with a devious expression on her face.
“She cheated on Nate with Carter?! That’s like having the money to shop in Manhattan and shopping instead at the ninety-nine cent store.” Karen said outraged with a disgusted look on her face. “What a slut.”
“I know right.” Michelle said laughing before fluffing her hair one last time and leaving the bathroom with Karen following dutifully after her.
The door had barely shut before I had dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and vomited violently, barely making it into the toilet. I wretched a few more times until all that was left were dry heaves that racked up my body violently before I collapsed against the stall door with tears streaming down my face and shivers racking up my spine creating goose bumps on the skin of my arms and legs. I pulled down the long sleeves of my top and wrapped my arms tightly over my midsection as I struggled momentarily to stand up from my crouched and uncomfortable position between the toilet and stall.
I maneuvered my way towards the door of the stall I was in, only having to reach out to steady myself from tripping and falling once. I unlocked the door and I stepped out of the stall catching my reflection in the mirror almost immediately.
“Fuck.” I said before rushing back into the stall and hunching over the toilet once again, the word bouncing and echoing off the sterile walls that surrounded me like a cage.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter guys. I promise the next one will be longer. Maybe. Thank you all for reading and commenting, I really appreciate it.