Journey Of Forgiveness
                       Chapter 3


I walked into the living room, arms crossed. I tried to avert my eyes from Jane but failed. Her eyes were unreadable. Like a million different expressions were racing through her mind. I gave her a quick nod and then turned to my mother. I forced my lips into a small smile and my she turned her head back to the TV. Jane stood up and walked over to me , rubbing her palms together nervously. 'Come on.' She smiled, linking her arm in mine and pulling me out of the room.
We walked up the stairs and returned to my room. She dropped my arm at the door and skipped over to my bed. She sat down and patted the spot next to her. I timidly walked over to her and sat down as well. 'Hey...' I croaked. Jane just looked at me. She scooted closer and wrapped her arms around me. I could here her begin to sob gently. I pushed her gently away, just far enough for me to see her face. 'Why are you crying?' I asked. Jane shook her head, and pushed herself away from me, she threw her leg onto the bed slowly pulled up the leg of her pants.
Her legs were covered in scars.
She stood up and slid off her pants, her entire lower half was covered in scars, from her thighs to her ankles. My mouth had opened wide in shock. 'J-Jane....' I stammered, taking her hand and pulling her onto the bed. We both cried on each others shoulders. 'Why?' I sobbed into her hair. 'You seemed so happy...' 'Well so did you.' Jane managed a small laugh. 'Wow...' I couldn't think of what else to say. 'Yeah, I know.' She added mournfully. I unwrapped my arms and lay on the bed. Jane lay beside me. 'I'm so, so, so sorry....' She said, wiping tears from my cheeks. 'I am too... I don;t know what to say, I wish... I wish it had never happened....' My voice was low. 'Come on, that's enough crying for one day. We need to get your mind off of all this.' Jane smiled again. I sat up and brought my legs to my chest, I wrapped my arms around them. Jane reached over me and switched on my TV. I couldn't concentrate on what the program was, or what the characters were saying. Jane didn't seem very interested either. Questions raced through my mind. I didn't know what time it was, but it must've been late because my eyes began drooping and before I knew it I was fast asleep, in a world where everything could wait until tomorrow.