Don't Go (Jenlisa Adaptation)

27. Sometimes nice is a bad thing

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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Jennie awoke to silence. Nothing but the thoughts in her mind. She sat up, looking at her hands.

The hands that touched Lisa of her own volition. What was wrong with her?

What had happened to her?

She looked at the four blank walls of the room she'd spent almost 6  years.

If only these walls could talk, she thought to herself. They could tell the story of my demise much better than I could ever.

And how could she face her now Now that she'd so thoroughly killed her, she couldn't recognize her own remains.

She could see her blood on these walls. Could anyone else see them? And what had she done?

She'd given herself to her.

Was her soul so shattered she forgot who'd done it? Or did she just not value her body anymore?

She'd make it hers, anyway. It wasn't hers anymore. It was her possession. She'd lost... everything.

And yet, that exhilarating feeling of controlling the person who'd held her strings for so long... she yearned for it.

Almost as she yearned for death.

Her dull heart beat almost silently, as the door opened.

"Mom!"

She looked up. There he was, the person she lived for, standing in front of the person she died for.

Rage tinted her vision.

"My baby, come to me," She held out her arms

Stay away from the devil, she'll steal your soul

"What is he doing here?" She asked her quietly.

Lisa looked away from the sober hatred in her eyes. At least she let something, she consoled herself.

"You are free to see him," She stated.

She eyed her, hugging her child to her chest. "Why? What do you want? What must I do?"

She swallowed, looking away again.

"Nothing."

Stay alive.

She nodded, slowly, not believing a word.

"I'll take my leave," She cleared her throat.

The small boy frowned. "Ms. Denna, don't leave!"

Jennie looked down at her child, and back up at the large woman in the doorway. "You've been seeing him?" She whispered.

"Ms. Denna, said I can see you whenever now, Mommy. Isn't that nice?" The young child interjected.

Jennie said nothing. "Why?" She whispered fiercely.

"He's my son, too." Lisa murmured.

"No. No he's not. He's my son! You won't take him from me! I'll kill you! I swear to God, I'll kill you before you take him from me."

Lisa sighed, leaving silently.

Jennie stroked the boys hair silently.

"Mommy why were you so mean to Ms. Denna?"

She took the boys face between her hands.

"Stay away from that woman, baby boy."

"But she's nice!"

"No. Sometimes... sometimes nice is a bad thing."

The boy frowned. "Is she why you don't say my name Mommy? Because she's my Mommy Is that why you hate my name?"

She smiles shakily. "I don't hate your name. I love everything about you... T-Taehyung."