<Jilly's POV>
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'No... Nora...'
My hands shook as blood started to seep out of the small cuts that had been formed from leaning out the window of broken glass. This was all my fault, my best friend-no, my sister-,she's dead. If I hadn't just left her out in the hallway by herself, she wouldn't be in a puddle of blood on the sidewalk. I snapped my fingers and crouched next to her in the grass, her hand still grasping a clump of dirt with a few stray blades of grass sticking out here and there, meaning she tries grabing the ground and struggled and fought before her death. Tears slipped down from my eyes, my star necklace blowing along with my hair in the wind as my hand clutched over my heart as I let out a scream of pain.
Petrified and nearly paralyzed people from across the street began to whisper and scream in panic. All of my feelings-all of the negative ones-began to mix, creating a large knot of anger and sadness and regret. With a sniffle I snapped my fingers and found my self in front of the window again, I couldn't bear to see her like that for much longer. My eyes widened as I looked down at Nora's bloody body, "But I can fix this..." Pushing away from the broken window, I walked back to the elevator. My gaze traveled down to my hands as they balled into fists and punched the wall, leaving a small dent, "But I also promised I wouldn't ever do it again..." Tears strolled down my cheeks without permission, the streams gradually getting faster. I wiped my puffy eyes and closed them, taking a deep breath in, "It's only a couple minutes."
Pressing my fingertips together, everything around me rewinded. Nora came back up from the window and stumbled her way backwards towards the elevator. The fallen pictures picked themselves back up and placed themselves neatly on the wall. The dark red color of blood disappeared from Nora as she returned back next to me.
A new headache revealed itself, making my head feel as if a thousand knives were piercing my brain all at once. My breathing began to quicken as I pulled my fingertips back to my side and looked over at Nora.
I had done it again, I've rewound time... something that I had never wanted to do again.
Nora's face held the same grimace that she had been wearing since she walked into the elevator. Tears threatened to spill, but I forced them back. Her expression softened, as if she wasn't actually drunk, and she put a hand on my shoulder, "Why do you look like you're about to cry? Did Mrs. Einstein hurt your feelings?" And the sarcasm returns...
"As if," I sneered and grabbed her clammy hands, pulling her into the apartment. The door slammed shut behind me while Nora jumped onto the couch. The smell of liquor lingered around her, causing me to gag.
"What's wrong?" she asked unexpectedly, pulling her boots off and throwing them across the room to the door.
"What are you talking about," I asked, pushing some of my hair behind my ear. As I scuffed my pure white combat boots on the wooden floor.
"You look terrified of me," Nora spoke softly as she sat up on the couch, a pained expression covering her face.
That's because you should be dead right now I thought to myself, my hands starting to shake subtly, but not quite enough for her to notice.
"Dead?" Even if she was drunk, she had a tone of a sober person. But only for a moment, "And you call me the craaaazy one." I made my way next to her on the couch and breathed through my mouth, the stench of alcohol was too much.
"Sure... Maybe you should go to bed... Clear your mind."
"Jeez, Mom!!" Nora shouted at me, making me jump a little. She leaped off the couch and glared at me, stumbling around a bit, "Why do you always try controlling my life?!!" She tripped as she tried leaving the living room, only falling back into the couch next to me. A loud groan came from her as she sat up to look at the ceiling, "My head hurts..."
She just doesn't stop whining...
"Why are you so mean tonight, Jillllll~?" Nora moaned out, covering her eyes.
"You're delusional," I sighed, turning away from Nora. How does she know what I'm thinking? That's not possible.
"Am not!" She whined out, and tapped my shoulder, meeting me eye to eye. "Whatever.. Go and get me some water."
I felt my control over my own body loosen as I stood up, as if I was a robot, and walked into the kitchen.
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End of Chapter 4
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The Story of Us (Uncontrollable)
HorrorA horror/adventure type book written by both MiMi GH and Kat MD. All artworks shown are made by the authors and acquaintances hired by the authors to produce artwork for the story. The name of such artists have not been revealed quite yet for privac...
