Mine (Jenlisa)

twenty seven.

Trigger Warning!

Lisa's POV~

The world closed in on me as the door swung shut behind her. Closed in- the walls disappeared into black. My body went numb.

She was gone.

Everything I'd worked to keep secret was out, the walls were broken. In my mind, I saw her running out to the road, sticking out her thumb. Catching a ride to the police station. They would come, they would knock down the door. What will they find?

As if underwater, I went to the bedroom. Pulled the arm chair around the foot of the bed. Untied the ropes from the bedposts.

The ropes, useless. I will never tie her up again. Useless, useless except for one thing. My hands moved automatically, looped the rope around itself. The knot tied itself, it seemed, and before I knew it the noose was finished, hanging limply from my hand.

Still on the bedroom, the rope slung over the high rafter, scraped the wood as I pulled it tight. Tied snug against the foot of the bed. The chair under my feet held steady, although my hands shook.

Me? I felt nothing. It wasn't me who took the noose and draped it around my neck. Not my hands which tightened the knot fast. The rope scratched the skin at my collarbone, but the sensation came from a distance, not from my own nerve endings. I was watching myself commit suicide.

Before, in the tub, I had held the knife to my skin, and recoiled. Now, though, there was nothing for me to recoil from. Just an empty room. I took my last breath and stepped forward into nothing.

Jennie's POV~

At the end of the driveway, I caught the motion sensor. The iron gate rattled open in front of me. I stared out at the curving road. I didn't want to leave.

So ridiculous. Insane. But there was something at the back of my mind, something that was nagging at me. I didn't know what it was.

The sound of a car engine came to my ears as though from a distance. I could hear it coming around a lower bend in the road. All I had to do was run out into the middle of the road, wave my arms. I was free. I could go home. What was it she had said that troubled me so much? The car's engine grew louder and I closed my eyes. my hands at my temple. Thinking back. She wanted to let me go. Surely she knew that I was going to go to the police. She hadn't even asked me not to tell anyone.

Bored.

The car came around the bend, but I was already running back up toward the house, the troubled feeling in my mind coalescing into something as clear and bright as words on a page. I knew what she meant.

Bored- that was the reason I had tried to commit suicide. That was what I'd told her.

I ran up the porch and banged on the door, the feeling of dread growing inside of me.

"Lisa!" I shouted, "Lisa! Let me in!"

The door knob rattled in my hand, but the deadbolt was secure. "Lisa!"

No response.

I went to the window, banging on the pane. I tried to look in, but the glare of the sun reflected off of the glass, and I could see nothing inside. I raised my hand to break the windowpane and then hesitated. But only for a second. What she going to do, kill me?

Lisa's POV~

The darkness descended, but this time it was not the darkness of my shadow. Shadows need light to exist and where I was going there was nothing, nothing at all.