I'm Fine

12th August, 2017

*Author's Note*

The previously written chapter sparked some concern from psychiatrists and doctors who seemed wary of my behavior. I had been accused of projecting, splitting personalities, and being downright deranged after they approached several police officers with the accounts written down by Jayce as evidence. However, you can see why I still walk free on the later chapters as you read on through my journal. At least I had people who did believe me.

-V. M. Grace

I keep reading and re-reading what Jayce had written on my journal. I knew I had no reason to be concerned. This was Jayce. He wouldn't do anything I wouldn't want.

By that, I meant he wouldn't let them off so easily. I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling while holding my journal close to my chest, taking my routinely break from reading.

I read it again.

There was always something off about a situation. I had always known that all those ghost summonings meant nothing but trouble. And yet...

We performed that ritual.

If we never did that, maybe my friends would be alive. Maybe my boyfriend would still be here with me — not like this, Jayce. I know you would read this. But not like this. You know what I mean. I love you, but there's just something about this arrangement that tells me you will not be here long with me.

Sometimes, I pray our revenge will take longer, just so that Jayce may stay longer with me.

I'm being so cheesy, but it is honestly only when he is around, and knowing the fact that he is around that makes me feel so human. I feel so alive again. Like I can feel again.

Reading through how he died so slowly and agonizingly makes me want to make sure Anna and the bitch suffer long enough. I will make sure they go slowly.

"Why make them go at all?" The voice sends calming chills down my back and I sit up with a smile. Jayce sits at the edge of my bed.

"What do you mean...?" His words begin to make sense and my smile falters.

"I have something in mind. I'll tell you in time." He climbs over to me and pulls me into a hug. For some reason, he isn't cold anymore, like I expected.

"How are you so warm...?" I ask, looking up at him.

"For you. Your thermostat's broken. I'm here for you." He smiles at me again. "Sleep time, lovely lady." He grabs my journal from my hand and puts it away. We lie down and I drift off to a calm sleep, feeling safe in his arms.