Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

23. Little girl

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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Lisa stared at the woman intensely, observing her raptly. She had learned something new; cultivating happiness, joy, and perhaps even contentment, was no easy feat.

"What would you make you happy?" She asked for the millionth time that day.

She shrugged, scratching her arm.

"Blue pills. Sleepy pills."

Lisa was reluctant. It did seem to make Jennie happy, but then she only got sad. She cried in her sleep. Every night. Especially with the blue pills.

She knew what it was. It was an addiction. She was addicted to the blue pills, and that addiction, in her mind seemed to simulate happiness.

But it wasn't

She sighed. "You cannot have blue pills."

Jennie looked up at her, in true horror.

"W-what? Blue pills. Sleepy pills. Need."

"No," She explained, slowly, "Blue pills are no good for you. They make you very sad."

"Sad?" She asked.

If anyone would she's the conversation, it would seem two toddlers were communicating.

"Yes," She agreed, "Very sad. It seems you are addicted to blue pills, and that is why you cannot have them anymore."

Her eyes welled up with tears, her hands clenching.

"I need blue pills-"

"You do not," She interrupted sternly. "You may not have them. Every pill in this house, is being burned. You will die if you keep taking."

"Maybe I want to die. Maybe I need to die."

"Why would you need to die?"

"Y-you told me, I had to die."

Lisa looked away. "I am... not always right. I have wronged you, my closest friend. I did not mean to. I suppose I should... apologize."

She waited.

Lisa looked at her. "Oh! You... want an apology? I thought saying I should apologize, would suffice."

She cocked her head to the right.

"Huh. Okay. I... apologize."

Lisa looked at her expectantly, waiting for to physically change.

She nodded. "I still want to die. I want blue pills-"

"No, no," Was her frustrate response. "This is why killing people is easier than talking to them. I apologize. You say, okay. All is better. That is how it should go, yes?"

She looked at Lisa. "I thought you couldn't feel"

Lisa looked away. "I don't know how. I suppose it should be ingrained... But I wasn't taught how. You taught me many things. But then, your parents took you, and I... I was powerless to stop it."

Lisa closed her eyes, feeling the sun on her skin.

"I don't remember you. Why?"

"It was very long ago. You make many friends, so I'm sure I blurred in with the rest. But for me, you were my only friend, and your memory kept-" She clenched her chest, " Kept this... shattered heart of mine beating."

"Then... why?"

Shelet her hand fall limply. "Truthfully? I promised myself, I would never be weak again. But I find the older I get, the more I wish to feel, but the less I do."

"I had completely forgotten how-what-any feeling is. Not rage. Not satisfaction. Not joy. Not lust. Not anything. But pain. Because pain is all I have ever known. It is something that has never gone away."

"Your pain, hurts me most. I thought, it was the only thing I could feel."

She looked at Lisa, her moment of clarity fleeting. In Lisa's place Jennie could see a little girl, one she knew very long ago.

Standing there, her dark hair ruffling in the freezing wind, with nothing but a short sleeve shirt, white scarf around her neck, flapping in the wind, and a pair of shorts. She was smiling at her.

And she was smiling back.