Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

17. Mom

This story is adapted from the original story 'Don't Go' by emjaywrites. This is just an adaptation! All rights belong to the original owner.

Enjoy and thank you for reading :)

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She fell off to sleep. Lisa, carried her inside, up to the bedroom.

She cried in her sleep. It felt like an iron first in Lisa's gut, how she cried in her sleep.

She woke her up. She came to, wrapping her arms around her body.

"Can I see him now?" She murmured.

Lisa tucked her hair behind her ear

She looked so beautifully tragic.

"Tomorrow hasn't come. Tell me, where were you?"

"Why do you hate me?" She whispered.

She frowned. "What?"

She swallowed back her words. She had to be good. She wanted to die. Could she die? No, she couldn't die.

"I love you, Kiska," Lisa told her, pulling her in her arms.

Love. Love did this to her? Love? This was love?

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Lisa escorted her to the room where he stayed most of the time.

There she was, sitting there coloring, oblivious to how caged she was.

"Hello, Taehyung."

The little boy looked up, beaming at his mother.

"Mom! You're here!" Lisa looked at the man, her Father.

"Hello, Father," She whispered.

Lisa nodded at him silently, stepping back, allowing Jennie to embrace the boy.

"Mom it's been so long!"

She nodded. "Four months, three days, twenty-two" hours. How have you been?"

"Good Mom! I color! See!" 

She smiled. "I see. It's beautiful."

"Mom why can't you live with me?"

She looked away. "I just... can't right now. Did you eat your veggies? Do you have any nightmares?"

"I'm fine Mom. I just miss you." Showing his box smile

"I miss you too, my beautiful boy."

She hugged him, pressing kisses to his face, clinging to him.

Lisa watched on silently,

"Mom I love you."

"No!" She screamed, accidentally. "No. Don't say that. Love is bad. Don't say that."

The boy's brown orbs she got from Lisa filled with tears. "B-but I do wuv you mom."

"Bad boy," She chastised. "Don't say that. Don't ever say that."

He cried, making her heart crumble. "I'm sorry Mom."

"It's not your fault. It's okay. Mom's sorry. Just... don't say that okay? Okay?

"Okay, Mom."

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She was dragged away after an hour. Just one hour after four months of being away.

Three years ago, Lisa broke her. When their son turned one, she took him from her.

She lost everything then. Her mind. Will to live, personality. that's when she lost it.

And Lisa knew that. Knew it very well.

"Come, Kiska," She pulled her into the bedroom. "You know what to do."

She dropped to her knees, feeling nothing. But nothing at all.

"Good girl," She groaned, watching her.

Feasting on her pain. It tasted different these days. It was more bitter than usual.

Maybe she... broke her too thoroughly.

She pushed her away. Watching her huddle up, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Kiska," She started lowly. "How do you feel inside"

She didn't look at her as she murmured her answer.

"Numb. Cold. Dead. Nothing inside now. Nothing."

She started rocking. It soothed her.

"Nothing here," She clawed her chest. "Here," She clawed her scalp. "Empty. Empty inside. But you're happy?"

Lisa frowned, looking at her. She wasn't looking at her. She was looking at the carpet.

"You're happy I'm gone?"

She wished she could say yes.

"I just want to be gone. Will you kill me yet?

"No," She frowned at her. "I'll never kill you."

Jennie dug her fingers in her skin, banging her head against the wall. "But I'm gone. I'm all gone! All gone! No more!"

"Stop!" Lisa ordered.

She whimpered, rocking. "All gone, Lisa. All gone."

Lisa froze. "You said... my name. You just said my name."