Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

The area around me was a thick black that continued for miles and miles. The only piece of light I could see was the candle that lay on the counter of a beautiful wood dresser with a huge mirror that took up half of the height of me, maybe three quarters. I could only stare in the mirror, watching myself breathe. There was something different about the girl in my reflection. She seemed to be perfect, my pimples and scars did not exist. I was wearing a stunning black tank top and I couldn't see a single white line, it was like they just we're there. My hair was natural, but it was perfect curls of which I use to have to use a curler to make. I continued to stare in the mirror until I saw someone else.

I turned around quickly, attempting to identify the figure in the distance. She had a black gown on that dragged on the floor as she walked and a railroad of blond hair that bounced off her back as she walked. I couldn't see her face yet, but I had this feeling that I knew her. Maybe from my worst nightmares. I knew my suicide attempt worked when I saw her face. The beautiful woman in the black gown was my mother.

"I waited for this day," She told me, still making her way to me.

"What day?" I snarled. I completely showed hatred over the fact this was the person to bring me to my afterlife.

"The day I'd see you as a beautiful teenager. You surprised me actually, I never thought you'd have the Cross gene in you to be pretty. I guess we're two in the same now," She grinned, showing off her sparkling white teeth.

"We're not the same," I explained. "We'll never be the same. I don't abandon people."

"Oh, do you not? What about Kathleen, Jean? You don't think they will miss you?" She questioned me.

"They will, but they'll deal. They did it for Christine they can do it for me!" I didn't like the fact my mother was actually being honest for some point in her life, even though this isn't life.

"Christine didn't die at her own hand," Tanya finally reached me and held my hand against my the skin of my face. "You did!"

"Don't touch me," I smacked her hand away. I didn't like people touching me. It cut off my sense of control.

"Why so jumpy, Jenna?" Tanya dropped her hands to her hips. "We're the same now. Both dying at our own hands." She turned my chair to face the mirror. "The same."

Rapidly my hair transformed to blonde, beginning at my roots and traveling down 'til it reached the edge. She was doing this to me, she was controlling the way my body worked. I didn't know how, but it was happening and I couldn't shake the feeling I needed to get away from her touch.

The entire area began to shake, was this because of me? Tanya laid her hands on my shoulders in attempt to keep her balance. I began to cry, everything was falling apart. I stared back at my reflection instead, it wasn't my body looking back at me, it was the teenage version of Tanya. She was trying to convince me that I was just like her. I'd show her.

My fist smashed into the mirror sending flying pieces of sharp mirror out into the darkness. I bleed from the punch, but I really didn't care. I grabbed the biggest piece of the mirror's shards I could find and held it in my right hand, being right handed I knew I would have a more powerful force within this certain hand.

"What are you doing, daughter?" Tanya backed away from me as I held the glass in my hand. The blood started to pour and drip onto the ground from my palm.

"I'm not like you. I never killed myself for my child to find and be scarred for life," I screamed.

"You attempted to kill yourself though, and you're throwing away a precious gift!" Tanya kept backing away.

"I didn't throw away everything! I threw away the people who hated me, wanted me dead. Everything that happened to me was because of you! YOU!" I knew why I had broken the glass now, I lunged forward, stabbing Tanya in the stomach with the glass shard. Her blood gushed instantly mixing with the blood of my exposed palm. I dropped the glass. "Nothing in my life was my fault, it was yours."

She began to laugh uncontrollably as she fell backwards to the ground. I noticed my hair was regaining it's blue black hair color in a matter of seconds. Tanya lid on the floor dying for a second time and I laughed. She deserved everything she got. I stared at her wound as it stopped bleeding and she closed her eyes. I turned to face the broken mirror, somewhat in disgust of what I just did to my mother's ghost. I turned back suddenly as if she spoke, but it wasn't her lying there. It was me. It was a message that I was like her, I died at my own hand and I couldn't take it back ever again.

I fell to my knees and burst out in tears. I just wanted to die and fade away from all the bullying and the death wishes. I wanted to be the kid I lost in the car accident again. But no, I was granted this afterlife. I closed my eyes and hoped to leave.

"Jenna, JENNA!" Alex's voice boomed from the darkness.