Song: Iris- the Goo Goo dolls
Huge trigger warning ahead, gore, hitting, rape, etc.
IT WAS A MISTAKE. The Grabber stood up from a chair, kicking it behind him as he lunged towards Jade.
She shrieked with fear, turning around to leave, but he grabbed her hair and spun her around— smacking Jade repeatedly with his brown belt.
She cried aloud, screaming for him to stop. He kicked her onto the ground, locking the door as he crouched over her, punching her in the throat.
"Stop.." she croaked in between whimpers. She stuttered to speak, but couldn't muster enough energy for it.
"I NEVER SAID YOU COULD LEAVE!.." He yelled, punching her again. Jade flailed her legs, kicking him as she guarded herself with one arm, the other arm in an attempt to push the heavy man away.
Jade looked to the side, feeling blood drip down her forehead as she glanced at a glass plate. It was on the counter, seeming to impatiently wait for Jade to snatch it and smash it across The Grabber's head.
The Grabber beat her torso with the belt, still his face beaming over her. She raised her hand in front of her face, sticking two fingers into his eyeballs.
"Fuck!" He yelled, wincing for a moment. As he blinked furiously before continuing, Jade grabbed the plate and smashed it across his head. Before she knew it, she ran to the closest door into the outside world and shook the door knob. Locked.
She limped away from it, an attempt to run from the Grabber. Her only other thought was a window. So she sprinted as fast as she could, climbing onto the kitchen counter and jumping out the window near the sink.
It hurt like hell, but she escaped. Jade couldn't recognize the neighborhood in the dark, but the outside chirped with quietness, besides the occasional car passing by. She fell to the ground, the shattered glass crushing into her legs. She got up, taking a deep breath and running again.
She sprinted down the side walk, screaming as loud as she could, but wasn't loud enough from the pain in her voice.
Honking. Jade knew it was him, so she tried to run faster. When a street light flickered, she knew what street she was on. It wasn't far from the drive in. She felt slightly better, knowing just a couple blocks away, Robin's uncle sat alone in his mustang, watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, wishing he had Robin in the passenger seat, sipping a Diet Coke.
Jade felt a sharp pain in her head once again, which she had now assumed to be a concussion possibly. She never had one, so she couldn't tell.
She crossed through someone's yard, banging loudly on the front door. "Help!.. please!" She yelled aloud.
She heard a dog bark and rattle a cage. The person didn't answer. They couldn't have been home. She jumped down the steps, glancing back at the van. The Grabber got out and began to chase her. She tried to run to the next house, but she wasn't fast enough.
He held up the sharp dagger, pushing it into the center of her back as she ran down the street. She fell to the ground, but tried to pick herself up, holding her wound.
The Grabber flipped her onto her back, stabbing her furiously in the stomach. Jade started to cough, an attempt to breath— but instead of accomplishing breaths, blood escaped from her mouth and trickled down her face.
Her teeth were stained red as she pleaded for mercy, her eyes filled with tears.
But he slit her throat as she repeated please. She coughed furiously for a second more, then fell against the pavement. A singular tear fell down her face as she lost consciousness. Lost herself. Lost control of her now limp body. She was gone. Finney was now alone, sitting down in that dark.. depressing basement. That's what she thought of in her final moments. Finney. But she also thought of Robin.. and Bruce. Billy Showalter and Griffin Stagg; Vance Hopper. This all happened to those poor, mostly innocent kids. They were all just kids. Victims.
She was only thirteen. Jade was only a child. Barely a teenager. Now her brother would have to spend the rest of his life with trauma from the kidnapping, and loosing his sister. His sister, and his best friend. The only two people who understood him.
But maybe it was meant to happen.
Jade felt successful in her life, knowing she had what she always wanted. Love. Pure love. Love she could never share with her brother, or quite frankly anyone. The love she shared with Robin, was something she ached for. She got what she wanted, she wasn't sad she was leaving this world and entering the next. She was sad about loosing Finney. But it felt as if the only thing Jade was living for was to find love. To love someone more then she loved herself.
And that person was Robin. And even in the afterlife, they'll still love each other as nothing else matters.
It was September 13th, 1978. The last day Jade was alive.
January 8th 1964 - September 13th, 1978
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FIGHTER ; Robin Arellano
Fanfiction"Never saw one without the other, did you?" "If you jump I jump." In which Robin Arellano and Jade Blake both go missing, only one day apart from the other. Two best friends, who stuck by each other until the very end.
