Jessica
Time for a feels thread ya beautiful /b/astards
>Be me
>ten years old when a group of cops show up at my house
>Baby sitter’s freaking out
>...they’re here for me
>...Mom and Dad are dead
>my life ended at ten fucking years old because of some fucking ass-hat with a .20 BAC
>my uncle picks me up the next day
>move to his place in another state
>I feel constantly alone
>don’t have friends
>no enemies either
>I don’t even have any bullies
>I’m so invisible to the world, I might as well be part of the cosmic background radiation.
>fast forward twelve years
>22yo kissless beta loser struggling with depression
>still living with my uncle
>He’s a good guy
>tries to point me in good directions
>got me through high school and college
>even helped me land a decent job! though I lost it a week later
>can’t fault him for MY shitty life
>the day after losing my job he takes me to some sandwich place to try to cheer me up
>foods good
>always eat too much
>We get a seat outside
>It’s a nice day
>random bump on the arm and suddenly I’m drenched in ice water
>Thisismylifenow.jpg
>look up and see 9/10, SMOKING hot Stacy apologizing emphatically
>she’s not looking at me
>she’s apologizing to the air
>...seems about right
>I don’t even react
>even if it WASN’T on purpose, I probably deserved it
>multiple servers show up, with wads of paper towels
>feel bad for making them work harder than they should have for a loser like me
>stacy looks mortified
>still apologizing to the air
>looks like she’s getting upset
>uncle kicks me under the table
>points at something shes holding
>...a walking cane?
>...she’s blind
>feel even worse
>I quickly get up and apologize for ignoring her
>she reaches out unexpectedly and takes hold of my arm
>...the fuck?!
>she apologizes again for dumping her water on me
>reply “I’m used to it”
>stupidstupidstupid
>she smiles warmly
>introduces herself
>Her name is Jessica
>uncle offers her a seat
>she cant, has to leave
>takes out her purse and pulls something out
>flails for a second and grabs my hand
>her skin feels...so nice
>puts something in my palm
>...it’s her card
>tells me to call her and she’ll make it up to me
>another stacy appears, they lock arms
>Jessica says godbye...sweetly
>they leave
>check out the card
>it feels weird
>uncle says its braille
>I don’t know braille
>pocket the card
>no way I’m going to call, but it feels good to be treated like a human being by someone OTHER than my uncle for once
>decide to save it for a rope day
>a couple of weeks go by and my uncle sits me down with the “we need to talk” look
>just started a new job
>figure he’s going to give me a rally speech
>he’s a good-guy Greg, has a knack for making me feel better
>he tells me he took Jessica’s card from my room ...tells me he called Jessica
>thefuckyoudobitch.jpg
>get this, he told her, “Anon’s really shy, but if you get to know him, he’s really a great guy!”
>liesandslander.jpg
>worse yet, they set a dinner date for that. fucking. night.
>panic.exe
>took an hour to calm down
>start to think about my life
>haven’t had a date in...ever.
>fuck it, she’s blind
>whats the worst that can happen?
>Take first shower in a week
>put on deodorant
>remember hearing that blind people have super smell
>...put on MORE deodorant
>Drive shitty ford escort to the restaurant
>same place where she dumped ice water on me
>figures
>first contact is pretty awkward
>she’s even prettier than I remember
>5’9. DARK brown hair. 120lbs, lovely pair of Ds ...yoga pants ...dat. ASS.
>she’s already ordered, so I just just order the house burger
>she laughs
>Feelsbadman.jpg
>ask what’s funny
>tells me she ordered the same thing
>says “we already have something in common”
>suddenly feel that “human connection” thing
>it’s obviously a charity date, but she’s pretty and it feels good to smile
>decide to play along and enjoy the feels
>actually put forward some effort
>I try to tell some jokes
>Im terrible at telling jokes
>...she laughs anyway
>...kinda feel like crying
>Food arrives and I dig in
>food is always good
>Then I realize, she can HEAR me eating ...I feel gross
>swallow hard and apologize profusely
>she just smiles and starts wolfing down on her burger
>we’re not talking quick little bitch-bites with fast chewing
>oh no, we’re talking: jaw hingres open and half a slaughtered calf enters the gaping maw of toothy hell
>thisishowIdie.jpg
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