Jeff and Jillian arrived at her house. Jeff helped her through the window to her bedroom and kissed her goodnight before leaving. Jillian was tired and immediately changed into her pajamas and crawled under the covers of the bed. She took her required number of sleeping pills, and closed her eyes.
About two hours later, Jillian was in a deep sleep. However, there was one part of her that had not fallen asleep.
I told you I'd get you.
There was nothing in response to the voice inside her head this time. Instead, there was only the sound of the rising and falling of Jillian's chest as she slept.
Let the fun begin.
Jillian's body began to get up while she was completely oblivious to it. Her right arm pulled the covers over her body. Then, her legs swung over the side of the bed, and her upper half came up from the bed. Her feet steadied on the floor as she stood up.
One, two, three steps, four, soon we'll be at death's door. The voice stated mockingly.
Jillian's facial expression changed, as though she was going to wake up. At this time, the voice stopped the manipulations of her body and waited to see if her eyes would open. Soon after, her face returned to the peaceful look it had, and Jillian was again draped in sleep again.
Her body continued its movements. Her hand reached out to grab the doorknob and turn it. She walked out of her room and into the darkened hallway. As she moved through the hall, her head hung from her neck lazily since she was still in deep slumber. Even so, the movements of her body where fluid, whether she was aware of them happening or not.
Five, six, seven steps, eight, guess you just can't escape fate.
Jillian's body walked down the stairs, not bothering to hold onto the railing. At the bottom of the stairs, she turned to go towards the kitchen. Instead of going out the French doors to the deck, her body took her towards the door that connected the garage to the house.
She walked down the few steps that followed the door, turned on the lights, and then moved to the drawers on the other side of the wall. They contained her father's tools for fixing cars and some others, as well as just materials from the hardware store.
Nine, ten, eleven steps, twelve, here's a pretty little ticket to hell. The voiced laughed hysterically after it finished its song.
Now, it had Jillian searching through the drawers and cabinets. After searching through five, the voice made her body stop moving when it found what it was looking for. Her right hand reached in and pulled out a blue hiking rope.
It's a real shame you didn't use one of these before, isn't it you little bitch? The voice sighed sarcastically. Oh well, everything is more memorable the first time you do it. Then it just gets boring because you've already done it before. Oh, but don't worry, I'll make sure to make this first time memorable for you.
The voice silently instructed her hands to both grab the rope, and directed them to tie certain knots that Jillian had never used before. That did not matter though, as she was still asleep and without any control of her body. Her hands finished the knot and the voice laughed at the perfect hangman's noose that had been created.
Jillian's body then pulled out a three step industrial ladder from the corner and placed it in the middle of the garage. She walked back to where the rope lay and grabbed it. Her body continued back to the small ladder and stepped up the three steps on it. Her hands lifted the rope up to the light in the middle of the ceiling of the empty garage. She tied it so the noose hung at the same level of her face. Her hands finally grabbed the loop of the noose as her foot began to move off of the ladder.
Everyone has someone who they want to destroy, who they want to end. There is always someone they want to rip apart and make suffer for everything they have done, both the burden they've brought you and the pain they've brought to those you care about. Everyone wants to end the existence of some being of life. However, sometimes that person isn't in your surroundings.
Right before her other foot left the small platform, the voice spoke menacingly.
Sometimes it's you.
Jillian's eyes shot open, and did not have any time to process the scene around her before everything went completely black.
Jeff did not know what to feel when he walked in on Jillian nearly hanging herself. If he had come any later, he might have been too late. He only walked in with enough time to grab and pull the back of her shirt so that she fell backwards instead of through the rope. She became unconscious, so Jeff thought it was just from shock of the pull backward.
Part of him was angered, the other confused. Why would she attempt something like this? Everything was just fine? Had he done something wrong?
Jeff scoped her up into his arms and brought her upstairs. I never should have left her alone. She probably was still freaked out about the dinner. I shouldn't bring her there anymore.
He looked down at her and growled. "I swear to fucking God, if you ever try something like that again, I will kill the both of us." There was, of course, no response.
Jeff sat in the desk chair of her room and threw his head back. This girl really was going to kill him, wasn't she? And what the hell was he going to say when she woke up?
Being just a little more than Jeff could take, he walked down to the kitchen and returned with a beer. He popped the top off and took a long chug.
"What a fucking night."
