Twin Balloons

My Happy Ending

BB's POV

Trapped. Still trapped in this stupid place. Trapped was the only word I could think of. Trapped only because JJ is safe. Trapped because I know she's safe. It's been a month. And Chica, or Marionette, continued to torture me each day.

I want to go back to JJ. I want to run into her. Suddenly this place feels like an illusion. Something fake is something so real. I want to know what it is blocking my path. I need and want to get to JJ. I need to make sure she is safe. I begged and pleaded Marionette to let me go. Of course, she would always say no.

"Chica, would Foxy want this?" I asked and her eyes widened with fear then back to Marionette's anger. "Foxy is dead. She's doing this to avenge her boyfriend!" Marionette laughed. "Chica, why would you make a deal with the person that killed Foxy?"

Chica's fearful eyes returned. Long enough so she could say something. At least one word.

"Go."

Chica brought out a pocket knife and cut the ropes that has been burning my wrists and ankles for a whole month. Later she had the pocket knife close to her chest.

"I want to be. With my Foxy." Chica said as she stabbed herself in the chest. One soul was black mist was went down. Another one was white mist and went up.

I could cry now. But I at least can get to JJ. I raced and raced until I saw a familiar house where a girl was sitting on the porch. JJ. It was her. She was unharmed. She was okay.

I wanted to to run up and hug her. But then she stopped me. I realize that it wasn't JJ. It was Bella.

"She's inside."

"Thank you."

I pushed the door open and I found JJ lying on the floor.

"BB please, can you come back?"

"Why would you want me to come back if I'm already here?"

Then JJ looked up and she saw me. Her eyes red and streaming with tears. She got up and hugged me tight. Almost I couldn't breathe. But I didn't mind. I missed JJ. I couldn't have lived without her if I stayed there.

"H-how?" JJ asked as her tears fell down like rain. I wiped them off with my hand. She was, cold. Why? "What happened to Chica?" JJ asked me as she held my hands.

"She, killed herself. JJ she wanted to be with Foxy." JJ's eyes widened. She didn't cry. She only kissed me on the cheek. She was still cold. What was this?

"JJ. Why are you, cold?" JJ shook her head and smiled. "I got sick, over the month." JJ sniffed. Wait, your not suppose to feel cold when your sick.

I gave her, an I-know-you're-lying face. She nodded. "I went out on the porch a lot, I waited for you everyday there. My face became cold because I wouldn't go into the house and miss a thing. Finally. I quit and told Bella to take over." JJ hugged me tightly when she explained. I squeezed her tight.

"JJ. You know I will always come back for you," I said as I released her grabbing both of her cold hands entwining them with mine filled with scars. "If I were gone, would you still love me?" JJ asked wiping her tears with her sleeve. "Of course I would." I replied and kissed her forehead.

We walked into the park and I remembered I had something in my pocket. It was a small box. With a ring inside. Ehhh. I'm 18. Just like JJ. I planned to do this later. As in. Like two years later. I thought I would be stuck there until two years. I looked at her eye to eye. She smiled shyly and I grinned like an idiot.

I pulled it out and got on one knee. Okay BB. You can do it. You can do it. JJ had her hands over her mouth. She was speechless. Either that or we're both 18. "I'm 18!" JJ screamed. Okay. You can do it. You can do it. "Romeo and Juliet did it." I got up and JJ put out her hand. I placed the ring into her fragile, small, and cold finger. We kissed at the sunset. At a park. People were watching. It was okay. Because I knew that all of this was the ending I wanted. The ending I have always wanted.