CRYBABY

XXXIV- For You, I Panic

2 hours later

Jennie

Life pulled me into a mess, full of confusion and blunt - mysterious surroundings. And I could only cry, praying that there would be some sort of saving. I was such a fool, for believing in such an angelic face, that only hid away the fake mockery on his face.

Eric stands tall, watching me and my helpless best friend, who was now handcuffed just like me.

"Princess, I told you that I'm not someone that easy you can get away from". Eric grinned from ear to ear. "You really did think you're that worthy to decide who you reject?".

"If I wasn't handcuffed, I would be kicking your balls right now, you coward!". Chaeyoung mutters angrily, trying to get out of the handcuffs, and the ropes that pulled her legs tightly into the chair.

"Oh please, chill. I'm just here to talk". He lied through his white teeth, and I would only sob silently and shrug my head. Why would I believe him in the start?

I guess Lisa was right.

I'm such a crybaby when it comes to him.

"The boner is saying otherwise". Chaeyoung looked down- as Eric walked closer, kneeling down to look deep into my eyes. "Right, or maybe get what I want".

"Don't you dare touch her!". Rosè hissed, but his hands started to roam around my legs, up to my thighs, "S-stop..". I whispered.

Eric's hand connected with my cheek, making me wince in pain. "Jennie!". Rosè screamed, but I knew raising my voice at him would be pointless. I made a fool out of him in school, and maybe I'm just paying for having the freedom of not wanting him anymore.

"You don't dare and tell me to stop". Eric clenched his jaw, with a deep frown. "I have you however I want to".

"Now tell me, where is my Uncle?". His harsh tone made me shrug my head rapidly, "I don't know where he is..".

"Liar". Another slap.

"Lisa kidnapped my Uncle and killed some of his men. You know where she is princess. Now tell me, where is my Uncle?".

Lisa

I have always been a giver, warm, and loving. Even as a child I never cried, seeking to make others happy. Often people sought me in times of trouble and I gave all I had - my whole heart and showered love upon them.

By age nine adults leaned on me, told me of their woes and I was their spark of light. Yet when my time to suffer came, when my world was a hurricane of ice, every light but one switched off. All but one offered a skinny love, shallow and brief, before finding a reason to excuse their flight. But maybe that's the way it had to be, one light to follow, no choice but to walk toward love and truth.

Perhaps the road toward heaven feels like hell. Because I can tell you I never felt more empty in mind, body, or soul— never so bereft of any comfort. I have never felt so worthless or disposable, never so wretched and cold. For hours I would have no emotion, only an urge to move fast; then all at once, I'd be on the floor, shaking with grief that bled from my bones.

Days became weeks and months, and in every single moment of every single day, my soul asked God why I'm still alive. As affirmative, and cold-hearted as I am. The guilt of killing people became like a shadow. Making me feel fragile at my demons, who would mock the way I kill.

Moments of emptiness still come like an ambush, yet in the company of a true friend a real smile can return, a real laugh, real warmth.

I can't give much yet, I'm still too empty, but at least now I know who to give it to. I know who is safe, more importantly.

I knew who would take my demons wishes seriously.

But I'm left, with the sorrow. The anger that cruised inside my mind, when she made it seem so easy to leave me, and for someone else.

Even though she backstabbed me, I still couldn't stop myself from feeling the need to have her in my arms. I clenched my jaw, and with one last stroke of the brush over the canvass, I smile.

Not in the faint memory of the past, but for the sake of the hidden future.

I let the brush fall, and walk with dirty hands, holding my silver gun with a smile, that was nearly getting out of my grip.

I kick the door of the chamber open and look at the pale man with the most disgusted face. "You're starting to smell".

"L-Lisa". His sore throat made me smile even more, "T-time is passing by, I-I don't have any time left".

"So?". I play with the trigger and keep the gun still- pointing at him. "I will give you anything.. let me go".

"What you can give me, is already in Eric's hands". I hiss, "Eric made a big mistake, and you're here paying for it".

His eyes widened, "I c-can convince—".

I lost my patience and pulled the trigger, blood was dripping everywhere. And the sight looked beautiful. As the red marked the walls and the flawless ground to a fault. "Convincing him would take time, and you already wasted it".

The screaming had stopped so very suddenly. He was right in my face, more alive than he had ever been, and the next he was a lump of dead meat. I brought the gun under my shirt, tucked it into the back of my Levi's.

The gun I used— was just insurance really, a way to make him back off when things got heated.

The mark on the stone was eternal, a scar from the bullet that took him away. One moment his eyes shined with the mirth of his own silly mocker— the next he was bleeding out, eyes open, unfocused. He was nothing to me, not the bullet or gun.

And what he had in common with his niece, Eric. Is the only exception of pride and selfishness.

Eric has my everything in his hands.

"Now enjoy your stay in hell".

I place the gun back in its little pocket, and run my tongue across my teeth, rushing out of the room as my heart started to beat uncontrollably.

Tears stung my face, like the fear that embraced my soul, and I begin to run in panic. Be okay Jennie..

Come back to me pretty angel..