NUUUUU STORY :D

DEDICATED TO MEGAN; Cuz she is win, and she's my Harper's Island/Matt Barr buddy :D

So I've had the idea for this character since like last year. But back then she was Chloe's twin sister, and she was originally paired with Henry (I had swapped his and Jimmy's places LOL)
But now she's morphed into Jimmy's younger sister, and has a different pairing which you will find out in the next chapter :D

For any Anberlin fans out there, you will notice that this chapter has some Reclusion lyrics in it, and the chapter and story itself is named after lyrics from the song. I've had this character in my head for aaaaages, and I think that song really suits her and what she's gone through and eventually goes through through the course of Harper's Island. But you will have to keep reading the story if you wanna see what happens :D [Oh yeah, go listen to that song too please. Hella good song :D]

NOTE: Before you read the story, you should know that Abby is not in this story, as Jenna essentially replaces Abby in this story. She has a similar backstory, but is a completely different character. And more about her past and mindset will be explained within the next few chapters(:

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"Close your eyes. What do you see?"

"A tree. I see a tree".

"Is there anything special about the tree?".

"Yeah. There's leaves. Really big leaves, hanging off of the tree."

"Are you sure they're leaves? Look closer. Look at the leaves".

"They're normal. They're fi- no. NO!".

"What's wrong? What's happening to the leaves?".

"They're changing. Th-th-th-they're morphing. They're changing!".

"What are they changing into? What are they turning into?".

"People. They're turning into people!".

"Tell me about the people."

"They're hanging. Th-the-they're... oh my god. They're dead! All of them, they're dead. They're bodies. Bodies hanging off of the tree. No I can't be here. I need to go. I want to leave!".

"No Jenna you have to stay. Look at the people. Do you recognize any of them?".

"Yes. Yes. A man and a woman. I recognize them. Who are they? WHO ARE THEY!".

"Calm down. Look at them and think. Who are they?"

"Oh my- oh my god. It's my parents. Dad... MOM! Why are they up there? They're dead. No, no, no, NO! They can't be... Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. He's here. NO! Go away. LEAVE ME ALONE!".

"Who is it? Who's there? Who is it!".

"The man. He killed them. Killed everybody. He's got a knife in his hands. It's big. He's coming towards me. No. No. No. Get off of me! Stop! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!".

"Jenna. Jenna wake up. Jenna WAKE UP!".

My eyes immediately flew open, and the scene in front of me changed. The scene of pure death and horror, had now changed to a concerned middle aged man with aged blue eyes and grey hair staring at me like something was wrong.

My eyes scanned the room and checked my surroundings. I was in a porcelain white room. It was clean, almost... empty. The only things on the walls were various degrees and accolades from colleges across the country. There was nothing in the room besides the two large black leather chairs we were sitting on. A large window that took up the whole wall was to my right. Outside were trees, large green trees, like the ones in my dreams. I looked in front of me, to see the man still sitting in front of me, his eyes wild with fear and concern.

"Jenna, are you okay?", he asked me.

I immediately remembered where I was.

I was at the Green Terrace Mental Health Facility. Which meant it was a Monday. Or a Wednesday. Or a Saturday. I sure did come here a hell of a lot. I blamed my brother for that. Hell, he lived on another goddamn island yet he still tried to 'keep me out of trouble' as he put it. Or as he truly meant, 'trying to keep me from doing incredibly stupid shit like l usually did'.

I looked at the calendar on the small desk that was next to me.

It read Monday July 9th, 2009.

I immediately remembered why I was here.

I looked in front of me to see my psychiatrist, Dr. Martin, staring staring at me concerned. It had been a few seconds since he had woken me from my 'trance' as he called them, and I could tell he was worried that I hadn't said anything. To be completely honest, I'd be pretty worried about me too. My episodes were usually pretty bad when I had my sessions, but that one was pretty extreme. But I knew why it was, because today wasn't just any other day.

"Um yeah. I'm fine". He still stared at me looking afraid, as if I could snap at any moment. "Honestly I'm fine. I just freaked out a bit, that's all", I said reassuring him.

His hand lifted off of my shoulder, and he sunk back into his chair with a sigh of relief.

"You scared me there Jenna. That was quite an episode you had there."

"Yeah well, you know what today is right?", I said nodding my head to the calendar besides me.

"Ahhh. The wedding. When do you leave?", Dr. Martin asked me.

"The boat's meant to leave in two hours. I'm gunna leave here, pick up my prescription, finish packing, and then head to the harbor", I said cooly.

"Are you sure your ready to go back there Jenna? I mean I know it's been 7 years, but my god Jenna. What you went through is something that traumatizes people for the rest of their lives. I'm just worried that it will bring you down again. You've made so much progress."

"Don't worry Dr. Martin. I swear, I'll be fine. I mean I had to go back there eventually. Y'know, face my fears, all that jazz", I said calmly. Truth is, I didn't think I was going to be fine at all. Just the thought of that place made me sick. My inner demons all lied in that place, demanding me to go back, and I knew I had to go there if I wanted to get rid of them once and for all.

Not only that, but I knew that going back there was going to bring up some nasty skeletons in my closet. Skeletons I had tried so very hard to hide. I was going to have to see my brother, the brother I hadn't seen since I had run away from the island over 6 years ago. I was going to have to see my best friend. My best friend who had treated me so well after it had happened. The best friend who I had been ignoring for the past 6 months ever since he had announced he was having his wedding there. But the biggest skeleton was saved for last. The man who had crushed my heart into a million pieces.

I didn't know how I was going to do it. But I had to go back there. I was sick. Sick as ever. Sicker than I had ever been. The visions and nightmares had been getting worse. Images of death and horror were seeping into my everyday life, and not just my dreams anymore.

I wanted so badly not to go back there. To hide behind my mask of strength and courage. But the truth is that my mask was growing so heavy, I was almost forgetting who was beneath. And in order to find that person, myself, I had to go back there.

"How are the nightmares?", my psychiatrist asked me, interrupting me from my dark train of thought.

"They've been getting worse. More vivid. It's like I'm there again. And they happen more often now." Dr. Martin nodded silently. I continued. "And sometimes, it's like I'm having them when I'm awake. It can be at any time during the day. I can be grocery shopping, or outside having a walk. And I see him".

"What do you mean you see him?", Dr. Martin asked me, a look of concern on his face.

"You know. Him", I gulped and took a deep breath before silently uttering the last word as if it was a curse. "Wakefield." It had been 7 years, but even just saying the name sent shivers down my spine, and images into my head.

"Oh. Wow", Dr. Martin said quietly, shocked. I knew why. Normally a victim of trauma has recurring nightmares, breakdowns, goes through that so called 'downward spiral' as they called it. Hell, I had done all of that and in between. But seeing people following me? The guy probably thought I was completely insane. Or rather, more insane then I was. "Jenna, are you sure your going to be able to go back to that island? It'd be such a shame if we were to lose all the progress we've made together."

"Honestly, I'll be fine. It's just something I have to do", I told my psychiatrist.

"Okay fine. But you have to take your pills regularly okay? I don't want to hear from your brother or that Henry boy that you haven't been taking them again." Goddamnit. Those two would be the death of me. Men and their overprotectiveness.

"I'll take them. Every day, I promise". Truth is is that I wouldn't have any trouble taking them. I had some trouble in the past taking them, but not anymore. I was comfortable with taking them now. I was almost growing dependent on them now. Like they were keeping me sane. It was scary, but I needed them. Needed them to keep the visions out of my head. Needed them to keep him out of my head.

"Okay then. I'll write you up a prescription now, and you can just pick them up from..."

"The pharmacy downstairs. I know. I've done this many times before Doctor", I said standing up. I wanted out of here. I hated these sessions, even if they did keep me from going completely off of my rocker.

"Well then", he said standing up to meet me, "have a good time at the wedding. And be careful, I want you back in one piece, you hear me?", he said kindly.

"I'll be fine. Hell, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have the strength to even go back there. You've helped me so much Dr. Martin", I said to him with a smile on my face. Though I hated these counselling sessions, I knew that without them, I'd be right back where I was after it happened.

"Ahhh well, it's my job to help you. You're the one making all the progress", he said to me smiling.

"Thanks", I replied. "I really should be going now. The boat leaves soon, and I still haven't finished packing. Thanks for everything", I said turning around to leave.

"Okay then, I'll see you when you get back. Remember, you have an appointment on the day you come back..."

"Three p.m. sharp, as soon as the boat arrives, I know", I said walking out the door.

"And don't forget..."

"To call you if I have any troubles, I remember", I said as I walked down the hallway. The man may know how to keep my mind sane, but he truly did drive me up the wall with all his talking.

I felt my palms begin to sweat as soon as the cab pulled up in the harbour. I looked out the window, to see what was a classic Wellington affair. Big and flashy.

A large two deck boat was covered in brightly colored balloons and ribbons, which were flowing in the wind. There were many people on the boat, all visions of happiness and perfection, smiling and giggling with each other without a care in the world. They all looked so carefree, not knowing of the horror of the place they were going to. I looked down yet again at the invitation I was holding. It read;

~ MR. AND MRS. THOMAS WELLINGTON ~

CORDIALLY INVITE YOU TO SHARE IN

THE JOYOUS MARRIAGE OF

Patricia E. Wellington

AND

Henry W. Dunn

THE CANDLEWICK INN

HARPER'S ISLAND, WASHINGTON

~ CHARTERED YACHT LEAVES SEATTLE HARBOR AT 2:00 P.M. ~

My eyes skimmed over the words in front of me, and I suddenly let out a breath I wasn't aware I had been holding. I looked down at the invitation I was holding, too see my hands were shaking. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

My hand reached into my pocket, and my fingers wrapped around the phone that sat in my pocket. I could back out now. I could pull this phone out right now, send a text to Henry saying I didn't feel well, and tell the cab driver to drive me home right now. It wouldn't be too hard, and I was sure Henry wouldn't mind.

Jesus Christ, who was I kidding. Of course Henry would mind. We had been best friends almost since birth, there was no way I could ditch him at his wedding.

"Wellington wedding right?", said a gruff voice interrupting me from my train of thought. I immediately jumped at the sound, before realizing it was the cab driver speaking to me.

"Um, yeah", I stammered. "Trish Wellington is getting married".

"Uhh yes, I read that in the paper. She's to young in my opinion. You never know someone well enough at that age", he said to me. Where did he get off?

"Yeah well, they've known each other since they were kids. They were pretty much made for each other. So I guess you could say that they know each other pretty damn well", I said to the man, my voiced laced with anger. The cab driver immediately looked down, obviously realising that I was pissed.

"Well then, by the looks of things, this will sure be one extravagant affair", the cab driver said, obviously backing down from his earlier comment.

"Of course it will", I replied. "Knowing the Wellingtons, this will be a wedding to die for".

I took a deep breath and reached towards the door handle. Opening a door handle shouldn't be so hard. It was just a simple pulling motion, pretty damn simple really. But as soon as I did this, as soon as I walked out of that door, I had to deal with it. Had to deal with the people I had left behind, the island I had left behind. My hand pulled the door handle and I watched as the door swung open, as I was greeted to a site of happiness and laughter.

I felt the cool fresh seawater breeze hitting my face, as I prepared to unleash the skeletons I had tried so very hard to hide.

So whadaya think people? Like, not like? Whadaya make of Jenna? And who was the man who broke her heart? That shall be revealed in the next chapter :D
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