As Worthy As Before

Chapter 1: Looks can be deceiving.

(btw js so you all know the main character is like a siren ig?)

Bored.

Bored.

I was bored.

Me and Jenna had been walk for hours.

Hours, hours spent walking around, in this cold, repetitive place, this place that we had the "honor" to call home.

Me and Jenna knew each other.

Before everything.

me and Jenna knew each other since we where born.

Back in 1995, my "mom" had been pregnant and gave birth at the hospital, she had a roomie in the hospital, who was also pregnant, the women gave birth the day after my "mom", so both new found mothers quickly bonded and decided to stay in contact.

I may not be thankful to my "mother" for many things, but I am thankful for her meeting Jennas mom, without that,  I don't know who I would be, but I know, if it wasn't with Jenna, I wouldn't want it, she's my best friend, always has been, always will be.

My and Jennas lives where quite enjoyable, up until it happend.

it was early 2014, me and Jenna had moved in together, since we where two broke teens, it was a very small apartment, we shared a room, he didn't know that.

Jenna had recently gone through a break-up, the guy she was seeing was abusive and toxic, so she left, he didn't like that.

On that night.

On that night.

On that night.

On that night.

Our worlds changed, we can never ever  go back to the way things where.

That night he broke in.

He had a knife.

He thought she was alone in her room, so he had been a bit noisy, I felt something was wrong, I woke up, only to see, him standing over her, something shiny and sharp in hand, raising his possession above his head, preparing to strike.

I lunge out of my warm bed for the last time.

I run over to him and tackle him to the ground, I begin yelling to wake Jenna up.

She wakes up, and sees me on the floor, fighting him.

She springs to action, taking the weapon away from him and throwing it outside the room so he wont get it back.

By now i've started to attack him so we don't die, I'm punching him with all the hatred i've built up over how he treated the saint I call my friend.

Jenna pulls me off him.

So she can have a turn.

I run to the kitchen, where our phones were, and I dial the numbers I had hoped I never would have to.

911

In a frantic and panicked voice I tell them someone broke into our house, he tried to kill us, and that we are still fighting him, I'm told to stay alive and that help is on the way.