The Not-So-Suicidal Jumper

Chapter 7- Operation complete

The not-so-suicidal Jumper || Chapter 7- Operation complete

--Maddy's POV--

It was only this morning that I literally bounced out of bed like I've had energy stored up for a thousand years.

Omg! Today is Operation End-The-Bitches!!!!

I spent half an hour just dancing from happiness before I actually fed the animals, got dressed into my operation outfit- the black jeans and hoodie, put on my usual makeup except three times darker for effect and brushed my hair out.

"Hey Maddy," Asher answered his phone, and I flopped onto my bed.

"I want you to meet me at the front of the skyscraper in less than an hour, okay."

"Okay."

I made sure to bring the matches and I left the treehouse, running to try and wear off the energy.

Luckily I did though, because the train arrived right when I got there. Any later and I would of had to wait at least thirty minutes before the next one.

I got on and sat down in the closest seat, which happened to be the one Taylor sat in last time we were on here.

I could feel an icy stare peeling into me, and I glanced over to the old creepy man who was on here last time as well. He was sitting in the exact same seat and was staring right at me again.

I tried to concentrate on anything else but I couldn't, so I did what I wouldn't have done if it wasn't for my massive adrenaline rush and I leaned over.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" I whispered, and the man looked at me emotionlessly before speaking.

"Wait."

Wait for what? When do I wait?

My questions were answered when the doors sprung open and the man grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the train, near the shelter of some trees.

"Please answer me. Why do you not look at anyone else?" I begged.

"Because I know who you are. I'm not talking about the whole jumping from skyscrapers and setting them on fire, I'm talking about your real life. I'm talking about your parents."

I skipped through the part with the skyscraper stuff, even though I was amazed at how he knew that.

"My.. Family? How do know about them? Actually I don't care, I don't like them anyway."

"I know about your mother getting killed and your fathers rampage towards you and your sister, Sophia I believe." He spoke, and I stepped away slightly.

"How do you know about them?" I was almost on the verge of tears just replaying the scene over in my head. It seemed like long ago. So long ago.

"Madeleine," he said my full name, and I flinched.

"I'm your grandfather. On your mothers side."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Even if you are, do you know how my mother died?"

"Yes."

"Really? How?"

"You."

"Me? Uh, I couldn't have, I didn't." I said, and I looked at him disgusted.

"It's true. You were sleepwalking, and your mother was in the kitchen. Your father had gone to work, which is why he only realised about your mother afterwards. You came past her and walked over to the knives. Your mother kept yelling at you to get back to bed, but you ignored her, and flung the knife around. She tried to fight you off, which is why she was holding the handle, but you plunged it into her anyway."