JENLISA IMAGINES

Lovin' Can Mend Your Soul (F)

I'M BAAAAAACK! Sorry for not uploading 🥲 But here is the part 2 for Lovin' Can Hurt

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Lisa stumbled away from the school building, tears blurring her vision. She wasn’t really sure where she was going, nor did she particularly care. The all- consuming pain of a broken heart distracted her from anything and everything

Snippets of her earlier conversation with Jennie kept playing back for her, taunting her. “Only with me for my money,” “You and I, we’re done,” “Goodbye Lisa.” Each comment more dreadful and more painful than the last, each one carving in to her heart like a dagger.

As she stumbled around blindly, tears streaming down her face, she ran in to something hard and unyielding. Lisa wiped at her eyes, and the blurry image of an oak tree formed in her vision. Annoyed, she shoved at the tree. It’s total lack of response and refusal to yield only made her more irritated.

She pushed at the tree again. Starting to get seriously pissed she smacked the tree hard with her open hand. Rather than putting her off, the sting of pain actually felt refreshing. This was pain she could control, pain she could handle.

Dropping her backpack, Lisa saw red, her emotions in a crazy flux, and all her inhibitions gone.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”

She screamed at the top of her lungs and started flinging punches at the bark as hard as she could, once again ignoring all pain. In fact she couldn’t even feel pain at the moment.

She felt nothing but overwhelming rage, and crippling sadness. A horrible sense of betrayal settling over everything, her heart felt heavy in her chest, and she started kicking as well.

She began venting her anger at the tree, for a guilty moment even imagining it was Jennie's face she was smashing. That didn’t last long as it didn’t feel right to her.

“Stupid Lisa!” she yelled out.

“Stupid ugly dumb monkey! Of course Jennie doesn’t want you! You knew you weren’t good enough for her but you asked her out anyway! Aaaaaaah! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” The last three words were each punctuated by a blow to the tree.

“Stupid bitch! She’s so smart and pretty and perfect! Why would she want you anyway? What did you think would happen? She’d stay with you forever? She’d marry you? She could have anyone she wanted in the world! No way she’d stay with you when she could have somebody way more successful, someone smarter, richer, someone that actually deserved her!”

She wasn’t sure how long she ranted and raved against the tree, throwing everything she had in to destroying her conveniently placed foe, but eventually she was reduced to pathetic panting, and her strikes barely tapped the hardened oak. When the last punch finally fell, she devolved in to loud sobbing, clasping on to the tree and pathetically sliding down to the ground. She sat against the trunk, drawing her legs up to her chest, and dropping her head in to them, sobbing out her grief, uncaring as to who may be listening.

She sat there, finally empty of tears, refusing to lift her head from her legs, refusing to acknowledge anything outside her own grief, as once again, her conversation with Jennie taunted her. Her own mind forced her to experience the rending of her heart over and over and over again, as the girl of her dreams told her she was scum.

“Lisa.” A voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Reluctantly, she looked up, seeing a pair of boots, her vision traveling up a pair of legs, and eventually coming to rest on the face of Irene.

“Irene,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and raspy. “Are you here to tell me you hate me too?”

“No,” Irene responded softly. “I came to give you this. You left it behind. I thought you might want it.”