Vacant place for death[JENSOO]

21

-Hi, Mom, I know you're really mad at me, and I really want to apologize to you.- I sighed dejectedly, wanting to somehow express the degree of my repentance.- Please, finally pick up the phone or call me back....Moooom.

A beep sounded in the receiver, and the recording of the message on Sandara's answering machine ended. Cursing, I threw my cell phone into the passenger seat and, turning the volume knob of the radio, drowned the car interior in the sounds of Away From Me (Evanescence). The car was speeding along the one hundred and tenth highway straight to the ocean. Fingers tapped out a rhythm. My heart was beating fearfully against my chest.

I ran away.

Having survived another nightmare and persuaded Jennie to sleep more, I myself did not close my eyes anymore, waiting for dawn. As soon as the first rays of the sun appeared in the bedroom windows, I slipped out of Jennie's bed, leaving two painkillers, a glass of water and a note on the nightstand— I ran away.

It was stupid, cowardly and somehow childish. But, instead of turning around and returning to the penthouse, I continued to press the pedal to the floor, in a hurry to get to the final destination of my trip faster.

What was I running from? From Jennie? From yourself? From the feelings that I experienced?

My puzzled brain could not find the answer I needed in any way and therefore escaped in speed and adrenaline, completely turning off all extraneous thoughts-stimuli and focusing only on a flat road. And I was angry. Adrenaline, released into the blood, bubbled through my veins, spreading a tart, uncontrollable anger through my sleep-deprived body. And that's when I knew exactly who I was mad at....

The lighthouse of Point Vincent Lighthouse greeted me with a cool morning silence saturated with moist air, a milky-white wall of impenetrable fog and the rustling noise of waves crashing on rocks.

How good!

Greedily inhaling the fresh sea air, I closed my eyes for a moment and slowly exhaled, beginning to calm down. Then only on foot. Taking with me a couple of sandwiches, a bottle of water and a pack of cigarettes, I left the car in the parking lot and, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, moved along the metal mesh fence to a small hole. If I get caught, I will be fined, but if not...

After passing the fence and walking some more distance along a narrow piece of land, I sat down, hanging my legs in the milk. A dense fog enveloped me, and I could not see anything beyond my outstretched hand. When the sun starts to warm up a little more, the fog will dissipate, and right in front of me will open the most stunning view of the boundless ocean and the waves raging in white foam, crashing against the impregnable wall of the sheer cliff on which I am sitting. But now there is henbane under my feet, and I don't see an open void a good nine to ten meters high, and it even seems to me that the ground is just a stone's throw away, you just need to take a step into the milky fog swirling with a barely perceptible haze around me. It's a strange feeling... I'm on the very edge of danger, but I'm not scared at all. I understand with my head that I should be more careful, but my feelings say that everything is right, that I have nothing to fear ... I just need to take a step. Just one small step.

Moving a little closer to the fence, I lit a cigarette, taking out my phone and calling the right contact.

-Rose at the machine.- After a couple of rings, the dissatisfied voice of a friend mumbled.

-Rose, hi. It's me.- Exhaling softly in response, I let out another ball of cigarette smoke.

-Jisoo! Damn, wait a minute... - Dissatisfaction in the voice is replaced by joy mixed with anxiety.- Hyebin, replace me here!- She shouts to someone in the workshop, and I hear something heavy falling in the background with a characteristic metallic clang.- Holy shit!