Breaking Jennifer Open(ON HOLD-EDITING)

Chapter 9

The leaves left thin burning cuts on my skin as the wind blew them directly at me. In an attempt to run away from the chaos I took a step forward but tripped on my own feet. Landing on the cold concrete floor I felt a solid pain in my head. “Owie.” I said. Crawling back inside and slamming the door shut, I went to the closest mirror and saw blood dripping from the top of my head down my cheek. “Huh, I guess this is why they say mother natures a bitch.”

Standing up was a mission, considering I almost dropped my mirror as I used it for support. Once I was on my feet, I walked to the bathroom and opened a sink drawer to take out the first aid kit. Putting my hair into a messy bun I took out a white spongy square shaped thing and cleaned all the blood that had slid down to my neck. Finally spotting where the cut was I flinched as I poured alcohol to disinfect it and use a cotton ball to add pressure to it as I opened a huge Batman Band-Aid with my mouth and other hand. Cleaning up all the bloody mess on the sink, I noticed my blood still wasn’t the color red but instead black. It must look like that since it’s dried up.

With the Band-Aid across my forehead I examined all the minor cuts on my face and arms. Those leaves must have been sharp, I thought. I took the alcohol and just rubbed it all over my body like cream and embraced the burning sensation. I changed into my ‘comfy outfit’ which consisted of lavender short shorts and a black tank-top.

Sighing I turned off the lights of the bathroom and walked down the stairs into the kitchen. As I walked up to the fridge I couldn’t help but wince as I remembered how close Kevin and I came to kissing. That kiss would have been perfect, that moment in general was perfect except the part when we were interrupted by Raven. A smile crept up my face when I remembered how Raven acted so possessive. Grumbling away my stomach knocked me out of my flashbacks.

Holding my stomach I opened the fridge door and made myself a sandwich. As I ate my sandwich on the kitchen floor I hesitantly looked up at the clock above the kitchen counter. It marked 2:26pm; no wonder I was hungry. Wait, holy poop tart; I just ditched school! Great I’ve never even gotten detention and here I skip that step and head straight to juvy.”

I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks in anger. When I finished eating my sandwich and muttering curses I got off the floor and threw my plate in the sink. Literally, shattering the plate into thousands of pieces some staying in the sink while others made their way toward me. Not just any pieces though, the very sharp ones. Without my very acknowledgment my hand rose up my palm facing the sharp objects flying toward me, and my lips swiftly pronouncing, “Bouclier!” Instantly a blue electric-like light emanated from my palm and onto each piece causing them to disintegrate into mere ashes.

The blood that had stained my cheeks scarlet was long gone. My hands shook and my legs quivered almost causing me to fall as I tried to head up the stairs. A penetrating migraine numbed my body which made me slip on a stair and fall backwards. My attempt to grab onto the railing and prevent the fall was futile. Rolling down the stairs was much more painful that I’d seen in movies. Every stair had and edge, and every edged hit me with a force so deep I knew my white skin would be completely purple with bruises. I guess the fact that my body tensed up as I rolled down made the pain intensify but the only thing that was on my mind was when the hell will I get to the bottom of the stairs? I slightly opened my eyes to reveal I only needed about 5 more stairs but unfortunately it was time for my head to receive the impact.

As my head got crushed under my weight I could feel my back finally reaching the ground floor. Moaning in pain I attempted to stand but felt a sharp pain on my right leg that just seemed to add on to the burden that was my migraine. I laid there for what seemed like hours gasping for air since even contracting and relaxing my chest sent pulses of agony throughout me. Slowly being drifted into unconsciousness I smiled at the thought of feeling no more pain. When my eyelids began to close the last image I saw was the front door opening and pair of black high-tops coming in.