Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

18. Nothing

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.

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She had to kill him. Her beautiful boy. If she didn't he would end up like him. No. No, they had to die. Then her beautiful boy could go to heaven, forever safe from her, from Lisa, the Devil.

And she would go to hell, engulfed in flames but content. He would be safe. No one could hurt her beautiful boy.

All she had to... was kill him. Just once. Painlessly. She would set him free. She would.

She had to. It was her fault he was here. Now, she would set him free. Send him to heaven. She had to.

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Lisa came into the room she kept Jennie in, where she was waiting, unkempt. Still, she got up, pressing her lips against hers. Cold. Empty.

She sat back down.

"What-"

"Can I see him? Once more? One more time? I won't ask again. I'll be good. I will-"

She sighed. "Kiska, no."

She said nothing. It was okay. It was better this way. She needed time. Time to do a way let him go without hurting him.

She didn't want to hurt him.

"Okay. Okay." She closed her eyes. Her bones had begun to deteriorate. She rarely got out of bed, rarely left the room, and as such, her bones were weak.

She was frail and fragile, jittery.

"Can I have some of the blue pills? The sleep one. Please?

Lisa watched her closely. She had been her little experiment. Like a vampire, she'd sucked her dry.

She remembers the little girl she met, chubby, with red cheeks, wavy hair, bundled up sassy.

(A/N: Slanted words are Russian )

"I am Jennie. You're booger, and the boogie man is going to eat you because you're mean."

"Are you okay, Lisa?"

"Yeah. Mom got mad at me today."

"Don't touch him, you witch! Or I'll put you in the oven!"

Look at her now. Crazed, empty, a husk. She got what she wanted, but she couldn't have much fun with it.

"You want to see him?" Lisa asked?

She scratched her arm. "It's okay. I just want blue sleepy pills."

Lisa's stomach lurched. She rarely got sick. She felt ill.

"No, Kiska. No blue sleepy pills. Come here."

She slid across the floor, limply sitting in between her legs.

She eyed her, brushing her hair. She flinched.

She paused, putting an out of place smile in her face. "Why do you flinch?"

"No Sir," She robotically answered.

"I watched you. I say why not if."

"Sorry, Sir."

Her brows knitted together. "That doesn't answer my question."

"Sorry, Sir."

"Don't apologize. Just answer the question."

"Yes Sir. Nothing Sir."

It was like she knew this was agitating her.

"Nothing? Nothing is why you flinch?"

"Yes sir."

She sighed, knowing she wouldn't tell the truth.

"Kiska, what's inside?"

"Nothing, sir."

That's what she figured.