A Case of Jack

Those moments come back to haunt me now. Just the two of us, sitting on the dorm roof. Your eyes, so bright, your lips, oh so soft. It was a dream within a billion nightmares. The biting spring wind made our bodies numb, and we gripped each others hands to keep warm. That little flask of vodka you kept in the depths of your jacket. We were drunk that night, you'd managed to sneak out an entire case of Jack from the oblivious warden's storeroom. 

Many things that shouldn't have been done took place that night, little movements and happenings that we would regret. Those words which none of us could remember the next day stand clear in my mind right now. Our actions were immature, based on impulsion's, which both of us were to be blamed for. 

Now, nearly two years ahead, I can see your sleeping figure beside me, and I hate every moment of this hour. I want escape, I don't want this burden. My thoughts aren't mine anymore, and I need out. I tried for two long years and now, this is it. I hate this closure, this addiction. I don't want this anymore, and I can't help but hate you. You think I don't know what you've done, you think I don't remember what you were before this. You're wrong. I glance at the knife lying beside me, then at your innocent, sleeping face. That mask of ignorance is believable, but I can see through your lies. 

Say goodbye now, love. This is your shortcut to your The End. I feel no regret as I drive the blade through your heart, wiping its edges on your nightgown. You wither for a moment, and then, you are still. I fold your fingers around the handle, before taking off the gloves and throwing them in the blazing fire. Satisfied, I put my head down on the pillow, its edges soaking up the blood, and fall into my dreams withing a billion nightmares. 

The next morning is cold and brutal, and I wake to see your cold face staring into the depths of the abyss I have carved for you. I let out a shriek. Last nights events are a haze, and I spot a case of Jack lying on your bedside table. It grieves me to see that knife clamped in your fingers, lying above your gaping heart. Suicide. I close your eyes, and all is dark, again, in your world. You are in the nightmare within a billion dreams. 

All because of a case of Jack.

Author's Note

What did you guys think of this? I wanted to try something new.

Reviews

[DoormanDan]

This is quite well written(when i saw your reply to the review below mine i was astonished). For someone so young, you are a talented writer!

[Jack Wolfe]

I should tell you, Jack, is Whiskey, not vodka; trust me, we’ve been friends for a long time. Also, you say he has it in a flask, and then an entire case, Jack doesn’t come in cases. It sounds like a drunken night of passion led to a life of addiction and regrets. You murder your lover, but for what, lies? The promise of happiness, contentment; I can see the reality in this, and I especially enjoyed the falling asleep after the act, but there needs to be a little more depth in this; a reason for her mental collapse.

[TheSecretAuthor]

Thanks for reading!
I am a 14 year old girl, so excuse my lack of knowledge about alcohol, but my father owns a case of Jack Daniels. It is a bottle and two glass set. I know that Jack is a whiskey, but usually, the lover girl brings a flask of vodka, and later, she brings out a case of Jack, not the flask. Jack actually does come in a case, a black tin case, with one bottle and two glasses. The lies are the deciet, the cheating and the backbiting which the narrator is talking about. The lover was previously a spiteful person, out to get the narrator. The lover feels that the narrator must have forgotten these events, and there are no suspicions in her mind. However, the narrator remembers each word. The story is meant to make the reader question the accusations and the acts carried out by the lover, to make them question what she did to the narrator. It is an open ending, and the readers can take the story into their own hands after reading it.
I hope this answered your questions! :)
Once again, thanks for reading.

[Jack Wolfe]

I wasn’t trying to challenge your plot or your narrator, as far as Jack goes it does comes in sets as you described your father has, but its irrelevant. The point I was trying to make is your details need to be a bit clearer.

[TheSecretAuthor]

Yeah sorry! :( I just can't manage to fit in much details in these short stories. My aim is to make them blunt, and details are left for the reader to fill in with imagination. I guess I still need to improve a lot! Appreciate the criticism! In my future work, I will be sure to make my writings more detailed. Thank you for taking the time to point this out! :)

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

This makes me realize I don't want to die.