My Emily

Chapter 3: Reflection

In the corner of the empty bathroom. She sat. Jenna never got the time to recollect herself from the experiences she just went through.
There where times where Jenna thought she had been lying to herself. Almost as if she just had a surreal dream. And nothing else.
If she couldn't believe what happened to her herself back then, why would she think the police would believe her aswell.
She wiped at the crook of her mouth.
Blood.
The reverberation of shuffling footsteps rose as she stood up to stare at the mirror. Crimson red blood leaked from her right nostril, she inspected it now tilting her head up to get a better view. Cold hands gripped each side of the filthy sink which once use to be a pristine pearly white.
She wiped it away. Rubbing her blood covered appendage on her worn out blue dress. Now meeting her own eyes yet again to her reflection.
Faint red lipstick smudged off her cracked lips. Mascara had trickled down her eyes and cold pink cheeks, from crying. She slicked back her jet black hair. How...did she end up here. She gripped the sink harder. Teeth clenching out of anguish and hatred to the man who hurt her.
Jenna cruz spat blood into the sink as tears formed in her eyes. Jenna turned the metalic knob to the faucet, rinsing her sticky blood covered hands underneath the room temperature stream. She threw some on her face. Cleaning off her ruined makeup.
She looked back at the mirror. She lost herself in it, then.

Jenna Cruz Valentines sat on the cold marble bench alone. She didn't know anybody in this unfamiliar place. Only catching herself staring at her reflection in a mirror which lied across from her.
Light footsteps made her come back to reality. A unfamiliar face meeting her side as she looked to see who it was. It was a offly younge and youthful young lady. One with darker skin and curly dark jet brown hair. She gave a reassuring smile to Jenna; Jenna giving the smile back in return.
How could this girl that she had barely just met be so positive in this situation?
She thought to herself, slowly rising off of the marbled seat.
"Hey..?" Jenna said. Now waiting for a response from the nameless girl.
"Hi!" She responded in a split second. She dusted her dress off and placed her hands behind her back.
Jenna scratched the back of her neck, what did she want? She looked around now thinking of something else to say to her fellow captive.
"Uhm....What are you doing here..?" She paused after saying that, she cringed at the thought of it coming out "too rude". The young girl tilted her head, hesitating for a bit.
"I just wanted to check in on you. I am guessing you are new around here.. but don't worry, I can help you!" Her voice was soft and caring. Jenna couldn't help but blush at her kindness, turning her head away out of embarrassment.
"Thank you.."
"Anyways...what's your name?" She questioned. Jenna stared into her almond eyes.
"Jenna. Jenna Cruz Valentines. And you..?"
"I'm Emily! Nice to meet you Jenna!"

Jenna's eyes widened as she swung her fists at the glass. The ear shattering noise of glass breaking into a million peices made her fall to the ground. She slid back against the wall, the feeling of barb wire wrapping against her neck becoming worse. The aching feeling called "hurt" got to her, and she wanted to let all of her hurt out. Jenna wiped her tears away as she stared at her bloody knuckles. Footsteps could be heard from afar, slowly getting closer.
Then, a knock rang from the other side of the door.

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