Jenna (IN EDITING)

Chapter Forty-One (Final Chapter)

I dragged myself through the first floor of the hospital. It's been a few and I still haven't come until now. I spoke to Debra told her the news and realized our children were going to be the same age. Same with Katrina's, but I found out that Katrina's baby was going to be taken away from her as soon as it was born. But that was besides the point. I was about to talk to my dad after thirteen years of him being in a comma. I don't know why, but suddenly not a lot of bad things were happening since I attempted suicide a week ago, everything good came into play. I guess it was because that it was a new year. Alex said I was glowing already, but maybe that was because for the first time in my entire life I was happy.

I walked into his room, the feeling around it has changed so much. I couldn't believe I was going to talk to my dad. The one I thought for sure was going to be took off life support when I turned eighteen next year. This was the man I loved no matter what, and the doctors told Nana that he still thought I was a toddler and wasn't fully understanding the situation in which so many years have passed. He was perfectly fine as if he just woke up from being asleep, but he wanted to see his little girl. His little girl was all that mattered.

"Who's there?" A male's voice called out.

"A visitor," I came into view of the man lying in bed and he could see me.

"Who are you?" He questioned me, his voice still remained the same.

"Daddy, I'm Jenna," I told him as I sat down.

"You're not my baby girl!" He didn't believe me.

"Daddy, you need to understand you've been asleep for nearly thirteen years. I'm your little girl, but I'm just 13 years older," I explained. "I missed you so much. Every thunder storm without you I cried and cried and cried until I drained out my entire body's tears."

"You are my daughter then," Daddy smiled, his teeth sparkled. Man, the nurses here did take good care of him. "Come here." He gestured me to come closer, in which I did. I craved his fatherly touch. I wanted to just feel my hand in his when we walked to the store, I wanted my childhood back so I could live it with him.

He cupped my cheek in his hand. "You're so beautiful," He cried tears of happiness. "You inherit Kathryn's genes."

"Kathryn?" I asked, confused beyond belief.

"I never told any of you kids about her. She was your aunt, one who died in her teenage years two years before Kay was born. Kathryn was beautiful, stunning in most ways. You inherit a lot of her genes, makes you seem not one of the family," He explained to me who this Kathryn was. "Your hair color, your smile, your height. It all comes from her. I knew it as soon as you were born, I can't believe it showed so much. I knew one day you'd be identical to her, but not this early in life."

"How'd she die?" I wondered.

"Terminal brain cancer," Dad sighed. "But you're my piece of her. And my piece of your mother."

"Did Nana tell you the news?" I sat on his bed next to him letting his hand fall back onto his side.

"That you're pregnant?" He raised an eyebrow.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, do it?" I laughed.

"It falls far away, Jenna. You love this boy. I can see it in your eyes, and you're going to love this baby even more," He stuttered. "I cannot just believe how much you've grown. You're not a little girl anymore, what happened to the little girl who ran around in dresses with her sister?"

"She's still here, daddy. She's always been here, but she needed a reason to come out," I giggled and hugged my father.

I was right, the Jenna everyone knew before the accident was still me. I just grown from all the mistakes and bad memories in which I've encountered. From the accident, mom's suicide, falling in love with Alex, Christine's death and the sexual assault, I learned to love myself more. This life story, I thought, would end in tragedy. But then I realized, the bad only overrules when you let it.

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I'm so sorry it's short, but this is where the story ends. This is Jenna. Epilogue is coming though, that's a promise.