Mine (Jenlisa)

sixteen.

Lisa's POV~

My kitten lay beside me in the darkness, trying not to move. And in the darkness my heart beat underneath the bandage, pumping blood to the place where she had cut me. In the darkness too, my shadow waited. It is there even when I can not see it, darker still when I turned off the light. I can not hide from myself in the nighttime.

Peter Pan cried when his shadow left him. It was up to Wendy to sew it back on, to make sure that his shadow would never leave him again.

If I could leave my shadow somewhere and never see it again, I would.

My shadow. It is a darkness that creeps in, shutting out anything bright or good until all I can see is the one thing that will satisfy it, and drive it away. It begins to take me over and then all I see is evil. When I kill, it retreats.

I am not crazy. I am not schizophrenic. This is not a second self or something ridiculous like that. I am not abdicating responsibility. My crimes are my own and I wield the knife. My stomach growls for food, but I am the one eating. My heart aches for relief, but I am the one murdering.

No, the shadow is something I wear like a cloak, and like a cloak it grows heavier with each step until it is unbearable. That is when I kill. I kill. Me. Not the shadow. Still, if it were gone, I will not need the release that killing gives me.

Wendy was able to sew Peter's shadow back on using only a needle and thread. It is so impossible to think that she could cut it away from me with a razor?

Jennie's POV~

When I woke up, it was dim in the room. The sky outside of the bedroom window was gray, the curtains glowing white at the edges. I longed to look outside, to see the trees now in the half-darkness. Half turned on my side, I tugged slightly at the rope before realizing that I was still captive. The knot is still tight around my wrist.

Next to me, Lisa kicked out. She had fallen asleep on her back, leaving me to stare at the ceilings for hours before I finally was able to drift off into restless sleep. Now she is the restless one. She kicked out again and moaned, the blanket yanked down around her waist, her body twisted.

Sweat soaked the front of her shirt, a half circle of transparent wet fabric clinging to her chest between her breast. Her brows wee clenched together tightly on her forehead, and expression so painful it hurt me to watch her writhe. Both sides of her mouth turned down in a grimace. The corners of her eyes leaked tears that mixed with the sweat trickling down her temples.

Killer. Kidnapper. Torturer. But as she tossed beside me, moaning again in her sleep, she looked like a child scared of the dark.

She turned over again, a whimper escaping her lips. She murmured half words I could not comprehend. Then one I could, a whisper so sorrowful it nearly broke my heart.

"Kitten," she whispered and moaned again. My arm was tied tight, but I could reach with my fingers as she moved her head. I touched the top of her hair, my fingertips stretching to caress her.

She stopped moaning. Stuck in an awkward stretch, I continued to pet her on top of her head with only my fingertips. My nails ran through her hair, pushing back the dark mess. Her lips moved, but now there are no words, just silent intonations.

Then she rolled over,her arm swinging across my body and she clutched me tightly, as though I were a pillow or a stuffed animal from her childhood. Her head rested on my shoulder, damp with sweat. Her knee rested on my thigh. The weight of her is so real, so impossibly human.

Is she a monster? And am I a monster for caring for her? Even now, tied up to bedposts, I could not help but think that I am less of a prisoner than she is.

I tilted my head down and kissed her softly on the forehead. Hot skin, still moist with sweat.

"Sleep," I whispered and she obeyed.

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753 word count.

This chapter is really cute. Like seriously, Jennie kind of takes care of sleeping Lisa. Though it is a short chapter it is still cute or whateva!

//till next time//