Special [Jenlisa]

Ch.7: Calming

Lisa's eyes widened, pulling a large amount of air into her lungs. She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers. Her eyes darted around the room, her heart clenching as she realized Jennie wasn't there.

"N-no," the girl's voice was shaky and scared, "N-Nini..."

Jennie was not there. It had only been a dream.

"Nini." Lisa was screaming Jennie's name, tears running freely down her cheeks.

Delayed, a voice echoed in her mind.

Lisa brought her hands up to her ears, squeezing her eyes shut. She staggered out of bed and fell backwards against the bedroom door, her body hitting with wood with a very loud thud.

"Nini" Lisa looked around desperately, the room seemed darker and smaller. A sob escaped the girl's throat, she screamed once more, slashing her arms with her nails.

"Lisa, honey?" Lisa's mothers voice could be heard, but muffled by Lisa's screams. The woman tried to open the door, but force exerted by Lisa's back again let the door prevented her from doing so.

Lisa stared at her arms, stopping her screaming for a moment. Her breathing became heavier as she saw the rivulets of blood trickle down her white skin. Lisa plunged her fingers into her hair, banging her head against the door.

"For!!!" Lisa implored, squirming against nothing. Her body trembled compulsively, her eyes focused on a random spot in the room and then drifted away. A kind of growl escaped the girl's lips, her fists began to hit her own body in different places.

Anne was desperate; She knew very well that her daughter was hurting herself in that room. There was nothing she could do. Lisa, never, never had an outbreak as intense and vicious as that.

"N-Nini." I hear Lisa wine softly, her voice weak and shaky.

Jennie.

She wasn't sure what that girl had done to her daughter, but maybe it was the only calming thing for Lisa.

She heard the girl move away from the door, then she was finally able to open it and enter the room. She put her hands to her mouth when she saw the stare of her daughter, "Lisa," the woman whispered, completely desperate; countless bruises scattered all over her body, especially on her face, a small amount of blood dripping from the scratches on her arm.

"L-leave Lisa p-alone..." Lisa stammered as she pulled at her own hair. She was nearly speechless from screaming in fear and anger.

With shaking hands, Anne pulled the phone out if her hoodie, quickly typing in Jennie's number. Jennie answered the third ring, her voice hoarse and sleepy, probably from being woken at two in the morning.

"Jennie." Lisa instantly looked up at the princess's mention if her. "Lisa is not well at all."

Another scream from Lisa echoed through the house, and she stood up and grabbed the device from her mother's hand, throwing it hard against the wall.

Another scream from Lisa echoed through the house, and she stood up and grabbed the device from her mother's hand, throwing it hard against the wall.

Not understanding anything, Jennie tossed her phone back on the bed. She felt a bad squeeze on her heart.

Lisa is not well.

"Shit." She cursed before getting out of bed, pulling on a shirt from a random basketball team. She quickly put on her threadbare all-star before grabbing her cellphone from her bed and walking down the stairs with stealthy yet quick steps.