Her final words were “How do you feel?” I’ll tell you how I feel. I can’t bear the thought of her. Jennessa, that poor, psychotic girl I messed with in grade school. I suppose everything that happened is entirely my fault.
It started out on that warm September morning, the first day of school. This girl, Jennessa Crocket, was in all of my classes. She was so awkward compared to everyone else, just so out of place in school. I met up with a few of my friends at lunch and everyone was already talking about her. Starting rumors, tripping her, just being so mean…and I was the one who started it all. A few months later everything with her got worse for her. She was getting tormented, by everyone and I just kept on. Jennessa started wearing long sleeves and bracelets. She always had on a sweater and the same spine chilling grin that she had back in September.
She didn’t come to school for a week or two, nobody noticed, one less person to torment right? I went over to my friend Layla’s house and we were playing truth or dare. It was my turn to choose. I chose dare. Everyone in the school knew that Jennessa had self-harmed…everyone. Layla, being the sick person she is, then gave me the worst dare possible. She spoke, “I dare you, to take a pencil, tomorrow in Third block. Lift up Jennessa’s sleeve and slit her wrist, in front of everyone.” I shook, trembling with the gory thought of that twisted sentence. I couldn’t seem like a wimp; a loser like Jennessa. So I agreed, and the game ended. I ran home at about 7:30 and went straight to bed, waiting to finish that sinister dare I recieved earlier that night.
I woke up with a crooked smile, a slight rush of sudden fear and I enjoyed it…Next thing I knew, I was in Third block. The teacher left, this was it! The moment I had been waiting for…I picked up my pencil, shivering at the thought of what I was about to do. I looked Jennessa straight in the face smiling, a whisper left her pale face. “…Don’t do it, you’ll regret it…”. I lifted her sleeve and slit her wrist, leaving my pencil on the floor. Her face got whiter, all the color was gone. I turned and walked away. Jennessa ran, not shedding a tear, left the school and was gone.
I got home later that night, the house was so quiet, too quiet. There was a note on the fridge, “Feed the dog. Your sister is upstairs; call me if you need me! –mom”. I was calling for my sister when I heard a slight struggle come from my parent’s room. I slowly walked upstairs; what was making that awful noise? I opened the door and nobody was there…I shook it off, no big deal. I felt a gush of wind go past me, as if someone was running. I stood there in silence...I ran to the bathroom and washed my face, and then I went back downstairs. Jennessa was sitting on my couch, How did she get in? When did she get in? That devious grin spread across her face, she chuckled. I stood there in shock not knowing what to do, and at that very moment I glanced at her wrists. Pencil mark cuts and deep wounds everywhere. Cut into her arm was the word…”Regret”. She spoke, “I told you not to do it! What were you thinking? I have had enough of you Arianna, ENOUGH! Now tell me, what part of regret don’t you understand?” I couldn’t speak, frozen in silence. I watched her, she reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out a gun. I could see her shaking…I watched as she had her finger on the trigger, pointing that god awful weapon at me. I was dead, gone, no more. She shot my knee. I hit the floor, shaking with pain. The blood was dripping down my leg and it felt as if I could see through the hole in my knee.
I couldn’t scream nothing on my body would work. Frozen in fear! She walked over to me and set me up against the wall. She shouted, “Now tell me! What part of Regret don’t you get!?”. She lifted the gun again, I couldn’t breathe. She spoke once more “How do you feel? Knowing I can’t smile with my lips wrapped around a loaded gun…How do you feel?”. A gun shot went off. Was I dead? I opened my eyes just to see the dead body of Jennessa Crocket laying on my living room floor. I killed her.
Here I am today, 17 years later. I’ve finally had it, I can’t live with this burden anymore. I look at myself in the mirror, with that same crooked smile Jennessa had so many years ago. This is it. …A gun shot went off. Am I dead?....
