The Not-So-Suicidal Jumper

Chapter 8- Freedom Dies

The not-so-suicidal Jumper || Chapter 8- Freedom dies

--Maddy's POV--

"Oi, Maddy!"

I rubbed my eyes and rolled towards the deep voice.

"Asher? What, you're dead..!"

"Dead?" He smiled. "Why would I be dead?"

"You were in my operations fire. You died Ash. I saw you." I shook my head in disbelief.

"You're not real. This is a dream."

I tried to wake myself up in many different ways, but nothing seemed to work.

Then an evil toothy grin came over his face, and his skin paled like all his blood had run off of his body.

His face pealed off and grew back again, but as a female. As my mother.

"You ruined me. You shouldn't have lived, you should be dead!!! Die, Madeleine, Die!"

I forced myself to take a step back on the bed, just as my mothers boney hands reached out to grab me.

"Die..." Her voice slowly faded out and just like Asher, she melted out, into a red bloody puddle on my floor.

I looked up again and my walls spun. Asher, my mother and the four girls I lured to their deaths faces were on my walls, everywhere. They were screaming at me though.

I rolled into a ball and covered my ears with my hands, screaming also to try and make them go away. I wasn't so upset that the girls were on there- because I purposely killed them- but Asher and my mother were too much. Especially Asher.

"I'm sorry okay!" I yelled.

"I never meant to hurt you!"

"Don't forgive me but please leave me alone. This is too much!"

I released my ears for a second, and I heard nothing. I opened my eyes and my house looked normal again.

The walls stopped spinning, the faces were gone, and I was the only one in here- apart from my pets- who were still completely sleeping.

Even though my eyes and cheeks were dry and tear-less, I wiped them with my hand anyway.

I crawled out of bed quietly, and opened my wardrobe. I wanted to call out to Asher, and tell him not to come into my room while I'm getting dressed, but I knew he wasn't with me anymore.

I stared down at the emerald bracelet on my wrist. It was the one Asher had given to me when he asked me to be his girlfriend.

Even though it seemed I had glared at it for 5 minutes, I left it on. I don't think I'm ever going to take it off.

I slipped on a dark red tight tank top with the word 'love' crossed out on it. It seemed to suit the situation almost perfectly.

I put on a black lacey skirt and tucked in the top, my black diamond studded chocker, and black flats.

I tied my hair into two plaits, and was about to add my makeup before the phone rang.

"Hello, Maddy. This is Doctor Martin," the person on the line said and I hissed.

"I just wanted to let you know that the funeral for Asher is today. Is there anyone else involved in the fire who you knew?"

The corners of my mouth turned up slightly at the mention of others in the fire.

"Could I also attend Brittany Zilche, Elly Moon, Aarica Lee-Conward and Lina Curry's funerals." I pretended to sniffle. "I was quite close to them."