KILL THIS LOVE | JENLISA

Chapter 13

Jennie

The concept of names, is in itself, a riveting phenomenon.

Laughable really, how something you never choose for yourself, becomes the very crux of your identity; living on with you in the grave, even after the body meets the soil and history forgets your existence. 

Death may take your life essence away, but it can never take away your name. Some names brought people glory, others notoriety. My birth name however, only brought a string of frosty memories and left a repulsive, coppery taste in my mouth.

Jennie Ruby Jane Kim.

My very own name, spoken in the iciest, most skin-crawling voice took me back to the decade old clutches of venom and death.

But this night wasn't about my name.

The night truly belonged to a certain name, that was synonymous to the final missing piece of a jigsaw. Hidden somewhere in plain sight, yet invisible to the mundane eye.

Lisa Manoban.

A name that lingered on my mind, much longer than my sanity would like, banging on the walls of subconsciousness in attempts to escape. Not because it was, as I put it- awe-inspiringly stupid, but because it was a name I could swear I'd heard before.

But where?

I almost jumped in my seat at the sound of a sudden squeaky rustling.

I brought my hand to my chest, exhaling in multitudinous relief as I realized it was just my roommate Nancy stirring in her sleep. Stop psyching yourself out. I told myself.

I glanced at the clock, looking plainly at the digits that spelt out a precise 3:27 AM. It was quite late, quite odd for me to be up at this hour of night, especially with an 8 AM lecture early in the morning.

But I just couldn't fall asleep.