Jessy

A Story by DazeWallows

This is just a trailer of a novel I'm drafting. Psychological drama. All about love. It's about an 18 year old Jessy. She's the sweetest but a struggling girl. I won't spoil much, go on and enjoy.

The blood trilled off the knife and fell into the bucket full of water.

splash

Tonight, the girl kept begging for some closure because this was wildly unexpected.

He was the villain taking loud, echoing steps on the white tiles towards her. The bathroom door was closed.

He won't let me be at peace; She thought.

The pointed knife's tip scratched her arm ever lightly.

Then he laughed "Oh gosh sorry lol. Gosh I'm just playin' baby." She laughed along, pushed at his chest playfully. She took his hand, motioning to get out of the bathroom. "I'll apologize all night, I swear."

"But before that, wait." He whispered. His hand around her chin now. Sharp pain shot through her body. A real knife is not used for kitchen set games. She knew he was not just playing.

The man disappeared. Disappeared. But the evil laughter was still there. Louder, louder, louder until it made her dizzy and collapsed on the floor completely.

The most terrible dream Jessy had. She called her friend immediately to vent this out.

"I told you Jessy to stay away from him. Nightmares aren't jokes."

"He will change. He will. He cried, these flowers and apology letters are no jokes, right?"

Jessy's phone died.

Her favorite song was playing in the background on piano. Tunes flooding the moonlit room. By him.

Kissing her on the cheek, "I cancelled my Europe trip to stay here with you. Hold you safe while your tough nights." His compassionate voice put a smile on her face. Only source of happiness these days.

The story of love and its boundless depth. A twisted tale of surviving the complexity. How love can make you want to fly, fall, rise like a newborn, mourn like no other. A nauseating, beautifully addicting game of emotions. Game of 'do or die', which wild enough, is the mantra of Jessy's life.