I'm Not Crazy, chapter 11
Jenna sighed with frustration still attached to the dirty wall wondering what was to become of her. She fiddled around with the lock trying to figure it out and see if she could pick it open, but it was no use. She was stuck. She felt like an animal chained up for doing something wrong. Like she had betrayed her master. Overall she felt like crap.
"How are you this afternoon Jenna?" the speaker vibrated,
"Same as everyday" she replied with a sigh.
" Cheer up Jenna you'll be out soon enough"
"So your saying ill is free soon enough?"
"You'll be out soon enough."
"The same thing isn't it?"
"Depends what you call free"
"Just give me a straight answer for once" Jenna said beginning to get even more frustrated. At that the door jolted. Jenna, a little scared, jumped up and moved slowly towards the wall behind her. As the door slid open to reveal a knew light and fresh clean air, a figure stepped on to the dirty white floor in which Jenna had made her home. The light behind the figure was so bright that Jenna could not distinguish the identity of them. Jenna stood against the wall slightly shaking and with her hand held just above her brow as to shield her eyes from the bright light.
"Who are you?" she shouted it shakily. No reply. " Answer me!" she said getting angrier. Still no answer. The figure walked towards Jenna very slowly and as each step came Jenna's heart skipped a beat in fear. Finally the light turned down and there stood the figure although it was not just a figure anymore there was a face to it and at this face Jenna's jaw dropped, and she screamed like never before...
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" I have to get to her, she's in trouble" Billie Joe said clutching the steering wheel of his car in anger and fear. " Why did I agree?" he questioned himself continuously "Why, why?" at that Billie Joe pulled up outside an old rundown building with a rusted roof. He jumped out not even bothering to take the keys out, sprinted up the stairs and pushed the ran straight through the door, even though he walked by people smoking, injecting themselves and god knows what else that didn't seem to phase him he was set one thing and one thing only, finding Jenna and he wasn't about to let her down, he knew exactly where to find her. He ran down a dark dirty corridor filled with cobwebs, ladders and other junk and pushed his way through a wall of wooden crates. By now he had attained a gash on his right arm just bellow one of his tattoos. He was covered in dirt and dust and was beginning to give up then he got to a 'T' junction,
'Left or right' he wondered looking in both directions furiously. Then he heard a scream.
"JENNA!" he shouted and ran in the direction of the scream, would he make it in time he wondered, so many erratic thoughts were going through his head in and out in and out he wasn't making any sense and the corridor was getting darker. "FUCK" he exclaimed stopping and putting his dirty cut up fingers though his dirty black hair. He bobbed down with his head in his hands and begun to tear. "I don't know where she is I fuck where are you Jenna" he mumbled in confusion. It was then that he saw a crack of light up the corridor a little...
"How are you this afternoon Jenna?" the speaker vibrated,
"Same as everyday" she replied with a sigh.
" Cheer up Jenna you'll be out soon enough"
"So your saying ill is free soon enough?"
"You'll be out soon enough."
"The same thing isn't it?"
"Depends what you call free"
"Just give me a straight answer for once" Jenna said beginning to get even more frustrated. At that the door jolted. Jenna, a little scared, jumped up and moved slowly towards the wall behind her. As the door slid open to reveal a knew light and fresh clean air, a figure stepped on to the dirty white floor in which Jenna had made her home. The light behind the figure was so bright that Jenna could not distinguish the identity of them. Jenna stood against the wall slightly shaking and with her hand held just above her brow as to shield her eyes from the bright light.
"Who are you?" she shouted it shakily. No reply. " Answer me!" she said getting angrier. Still no answer. The figure walked towards Jenna very slowly and as each step came Jenna's heart skipped a beat in fear. Finally the light turned down and there stood the figure although it was not just a figure anymore there was a face to it and at this face Jenna's jaw dropped, and she screamed like never before...
***
" I have to get to her, she's in trouble" Billie Joe said clutching the steering wheel of his car in anger and fear. " Why did I agree?" he questioned himself continuously "Why, why?" at that Billie Joe pulled up outside an old rundown building with a rusted roof. He jumped out not even bothering to take the keys out, sprinted up the stairs and pushed the ran straight through the door, even though he walked by people smoking, injecting themselves and god knows what else that didn't seem to phase him he was set one thing and one thing only, finding Jenna and he wasn't about to let her down, he knew exactly where to find her. He ran down a dark dirty corridor filled with cobwebs, ladders and other junk and pushed his way through a wall of wooden crates. By now he had attained a gash on his right arm just bellow one of his tattoos. He was covered in dirt and dust and was beginning to give up then he got to a 'T' junction,
'Left or right' he wondered looking in both directions furiously. Then he heard a scream.
"JENNA!" he shouted and ran in the direction of the scream, would he make it in time he wondered, so many erratic thoughts were going through his head in and out in and out he wasn't making any sense and the corridor was getting darker. "FUCK" he exclaimed stopping and putting his dirty cut up fingers though his dirty black hair. He bobbed down with his head in his hands and begun to tear. "I don't know where she is I fuck where are you Jenna" he mumbled in confusion. It was then that he saw a crack of light up the corridor a little...
