And Life Goes On

You Don't Need To Know (2)

Jenna's P.O.V
I open my tired eyes and look around. I was half expecting a hospital, or a massive light, but I find myself standing on the edge of a cliff. A cliff. I look to my right, keeping my feet glued in place so I don't fall, and see a massive projection of Jason. As soon as I turn to look at it, something starts playing.

Jason looks up from his phone and into the horizon. Something catches his eye and a sudden look of panic crosses his face. He runs into the sea, water splashing around his muscular body shouting "Jenna! JEN, JEN WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE!" he grabs something from the water and gives it a once over. I realise it is my body. He kisses it a few times and attempts CPR. The body is still lifeless in his arms, and he says in a whisper I barely hear "Shit, Jen. Why now?" Then he puts the body back in the water and walks back to the rocks, his head hanging low. He reaches the towels on the shore and starts packing them away, and then he turns to look straight at me and says "I loved you. And I'm sorry, I really am." Then he turns away and starts running. And he doesn't stop.

Instinctively walk towards the projection and onto the safety of land. I keep striding. Jogging. Sprinting. Towards the projection, yelling Jason's name. but he doesn't turn back. I may hate him for what he does to me, but I need to figure out what's going on.

Suddenly an arm grabs my wrist and I am pulled backwards until I reach the edge of the cliff once again. Then it's like slow motion, as I plummet towards the ground below...

*****
My head hurts. Like, it really hurts. I keep my eyes closed, thinking I can wish away the pain. Then everything comes spilling back to me. The beach. The cliff. Jason.

Keep them closed. What you can't see can't hurt you. Okay, so I changed that quote a little, but it works.

"You've gotta open them sometime, sweetheart." A smooth voice states matter of factly. I open my eyes in response and see a pair of bright blue eyes. I gasp in surprise and the eyes move back so I can now see a chiseled face. And I can't lie, it's a really nice face. I look around a bit and find myself in a small room, lying on a bright white sofa. I'm still wearing my swimsuit with my T-Shirt over the top.

"Um... w- wha...?" I stutter. I must sound like such an idiot.

"You... uh," he glances at a piece of paper, "Jenna Thatcher?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay, Jenna, you're my assignment, so come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you until you tell me what the fuck is going on." I say, trying to sound confident.

"Okay, first, you do not cuss in Sky."

"Sky?"

"Oh my gosh, I forgot how naïve newbies are."

"Maybe I would be less 'naïve' if you told me what happened, where I am, and why I'm here."

"Smart little newbie, aren't we. Well, I will tell you those things in The Classroom. To brief you though, you committed suicide... two hours ago, I think? And so you came here, to Sky, until you have redeemed yourself. I really don't understand why you did it though. Your life seems pretty intact according to your records."

"You have my life written down on those papers? From whose point of view?"

"These sheets of paper contain everything you've ever thought, the boring bits cut out... now come with me. We need to get to The Classroom so we can get started. And before you ask, The Classroom teaches you everything." He starts walking away, so I jump of the sofa I'm sitting on and follow him out the door. We walk through a narrow corridor with walls painted white for what seems like ages.

"You never told me your name, you know."

"Yeah."

"So... what's your name?" I ask, awkwardly.

"You know, Jenna, it's probably better you didn't know. My job is just to take you to The Classroom, then after that, I take you to your new room. And life in Sky is yours from then on."

"Oh." I reply, uncomfortably. This guy has serious mystery to him.

*****
The Classroom turns out to be a bunch of large desks in a massive hall. There are people bustling around everywhere, trying to figure out where to go. Blue Eyes (my nickname for him since he won't tell me his name) leads me to a big table, like one you would find in a hotel lobby. He talks to the women over the desk and laughs a couple of times before pointing to me. The women nods and gives Blue Eyes a tab with the number one hundred and twenty written on it. He thanks her and I follow him to one of the big desks.

"Okay, so your Script will be here in a minute. A Script is the person who will teach you about life here in Sky. I've gotta go pick up the next assignment; today seems especially busy. You wasted two hours of my life here already, so I may be a while. You should be done in about an hour, so I'll probably see you later to take you to your room." He turns and walks away.

Wow. Rude much.