Right through me chapter 4

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Terry waited until Jeanette got out of the shower, his mother sat her down, and began sowing up her wound as she sat there wincing every once in awhile as the skin tugged, the newscaster in the background reporting the news, "It is believed that there is another vigilante out on the Gotham streets," the voice of Commissioner Gordon said as Jeanette snapped her head up, Terry looked at her from the corner of his eye, "only this time we might be able to identify him or her since there is a separate blood trail leading away from the scene of the murders." "Shut it off." Jeanette said as Terry looked at her, "Shut it off." She said again as he picked up the remote and shut off the TV. Jeanette stood up quickly biting the thread as Mrs. McGinnis looked at her, startled, "I'm not finished, Jeanette." "I'll be fine." She said as she pulled her tee-shirt back on over her head, "Why don't you just stay here?" Terry asked as she looked at him hesitantly, his eyes held hers for a few moments until she looked at Mrs. McGinnis, "I don't have a problem with it." Jeanette sighed, "I guess." She answered feeling uneasy. Mrs. McGinnis motioned her back to the chair as she sat down she felt Terry's eyes glaring at her, like he knew she was hiding something from him, the hair on the back of her neck stood up as Mrs. McGinnis finished sowing up her shoulder, "You can stay in the spare room we have," Mrs. McGinnis said as Jeanette stood up, "Thank you." She said as she walked down the hall to the room. Jeanette sat on the bed looking down at her now clean hands, a strange humming in her chest made her shudder, for some reason it felt good watching every single one of those men die, she shook her head to get the thought out as she laid flat backwards on the bed. Rain had started falling outside so maybe she was lucky this time around, but what if it happened again? No, it wasn't going to happen again, because she was not about to get thrown into jail or worse, Arkham, neither of those choices were forgiving, but jail was more forgiving than Arkham ever would be.

Jeanette sat up again as she kicked off her shoes, she was tired, the rain was soothing, and her body wanted her to sleep, with some effort she swung her legs onto the bed as she snuggled under the covers. Jeanette started closing her eyes when she felt the side sink, "Just because I'm sleeping in your house does not give you permission to creep on me." She said opening an eye as Terry rolled his, "That was ages ago, don't flatter yourself." He said as she sat up, "What do you want?" she asked as he looked at her, "What did you do to those men?" "I snapped killed them apparently, that I don't really remember doing, I remember killing one." Jeanette said as Terry raised an eyebrow at her, "Look I was scared," she said looking at him, "the main one was going to rape or kill me if I didn't do anything. Would you rather me be lying dead in a random street of Gotham then sitting here right now?" "No, but I rather you not end up going to Arkham which is worse than death, why won't you turn yourself in?" "You don't understand, you'll never understand, my mother is apparently some psycho who killed my dad, how's that going to stand in court? I killed at least sixteen people, Terry, I'll be lucky if I'm not sent to that psycho jail. Commissioner Gordon is going to tell the D.A. to have me sent to Arkham, just because my mother was accused of killing one person, and the judge is going to look at that and have me ruled as mentally unstable. It's a lose, lose situation, oh and that incident back in middle school will come back and bite me in the ass if I do go to court. " Jeanette said in one long winded breath as Terry looked at her.

It was the same panic he had seen in her eyes the day she had pushed one of their classmates down the stairs in school, the same scared look she had when she did something wrong, and it was a helpless look that literally made Terry feel bad for her. Jeanette sighed lying her head back down on the pillow, her eyes now focused on the door that had not opened, but she sensed either Matt or Mrs. McGinnis standing there listening to the conversation, and waited to hear them walk away and call the police on her. Terry put a hand on her head as she turned towards him slightly, he ran it down her hair, "I am scared shitless, Terry." She said quietly as he lay next to her putting an arm over her side, "I know, I am too." He said as she faced him in the bed, "You have no reason to be scared." She said slowly closing her eyes as he looked at her.

If only you knew. Terry thought to himself as he closed his eyes as well.

The next morning Terry and Jeanette left for school together, and separated the minute they stepped into the high school, Jeanette went to the library again but noticed that she was not alone this time, a boy with slicked back black hair, green eyes, and a laptop in front of him was there. Jeanette walked past him without a second thought until she noticed what looked like a scar that ran from the top of his eyebrow, over his eyelid, and began again under his eye again running down to his chin. The boy turned to look at her, a milky film covered the left eye, which was the side she had been looking at, "Can I help you?" he asked in a smooth sarcastic voice that made her skin crawl, why, she didn't know, "No…" she said quietly as he narrowed his good eye at her, "You were in here the other day weren't you?" he asked as Jeanette nodded, "I thought so." He said as he looked back at his computer screen. Jeanette turned away, shuddering, as she went back to the same spot she was in before when she spotted a newspaper from 21 years ago next to her chair, she looked at it, sat back up, noticed she was alone again, bent down, picked it up and spotted a much younger Cassata sitting in a courtroom, in what looked like an orange jumpsuit.

Eighteen-year-old Cassata Rose Fuller was found not guilty of drowning her two infants this afternoon due to an insanity plea. Her husband Adam Fuller, nineteen, is also pictured with his mother and Cassata's mother Harley, all three holding hands as they awaited the verdict of the young woman. The trial lasted over two months and it was taxing on both families, who had split opinions on the girl, when asked about his wife's psychosis while on the stand Mr. Fuller looked at her with intense sadness and replied with, "I believed she had it under control, she has for a year without her medication, but I should of seen something like this coming. Do I blame her for doing it? I absolutely do, but will it stop me from loving her? Absolutely not, it is a mental ailment she has to control, whether on meds or not, and I believe this was a onetime instance that she will never repeat again." When her mother, Harley, took the stand she repeated the horrific scene she had come home to, even though it wasn't bloody, "I came home from running errands, and it was too quiet, I called my daughter's name since I knew she was home, because she had said she wasn't going anywhere with the kids. I heard humming in the bathroom, but it wasn't normal humming, it was…eerie, it gave me goose bumps, and it was "Hush Little Baby" a song I had sung many times to Cass and her sisters as babies. I opened the bathroom door…and I saw Cass sitting by the tub, when I asked what she was doing, she turned to look at me, and I saw little Nathan floating face down, I screamed as she stood up which was when I saw little Natalie…" Harley looked at her daughter, tears running down her face as Cassata looked at the floor, "Both of them, drowned, I blame myself because I could have made it home before she did what she did, the worst part was when she came back into reality and asked 'why are you crying mommy?' I called her a monster before I called Adam, who called the police, and she was taken away, dazed and confused. What parent calls her own child a monster? No parent should have to do that."

On this last day of trial Cassata took the stand herself when asked why she killed her son and daughter, she looked at the DA intently, and said with a sincere and honest look, "I did it because I was told to do it," when the DA asked who told her to do it, she replied, "the voices that were in my head told me to do it, they said they would be free that way." "Free from what?" the DA asked as Cassata looked away from him, than seemingly spaced out before saying, "The voices." The not guilty plea worked in her favor, even though she was court ordered to be put back on her medicine, go to therapy, and have a psych. evaluation every two months.

Jeanette's head buzzed as she put the paper down on the table, her heart pounded, her breathing became abnormal as she heard a loud bang, and she jumped and whipped around in her chair to see that there was a note on the floor in the middle of the room. Jeanette gulped as she stood up, her legs shook violently as she slowly moved to the middle of the room; she bent down picking it up, looking at the words written in red ink: Stop snooping around before you end up like her. With an arrow pointing to the right, when she looked, she noticed her own adoptive mother, lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, "MOM!" she screamed as she dropped the note kneeling next to her, "MOM! MOM! MOM!" she said shaking her violently, a chuckle filled her head as an ear piercing scream filled her head, "STOP!" she yelled covering her ears, "STOP IT!" she yelled again as she opened her eyes as a flash of a man with a painted clown face and green hair appeared she let out a scream covering her face and ears.

"JEANETTE!"

Jeanette screamed again sitting up in a hospital room, sweat pouring down her face, along with tears, the boy from the library, Colby and Ciara were standing around the bed, "MOM!" Jeanette said wrapping her arms around her adoptive mother, "What happened?" Colby asked as Ciara sat beside her running her fingers through her daughter's hair, "I was sitting in the library…I was reading an old article on my mom and then I heard a buzzing sound in my head, then a bang, then I saw this note…then I saw mom dead in the library." Jeanette said leaving out the part about the man with the clown face and green hair. Ciara looked at Colby, distress in her eyes, he looked at her, and gave a slight nod knowing now that Jeanette was showing signs of psychosis, along with being bipolar, and both were family traits they had hoped Cass had not passed onto her daughter. The boy from the library looked at Jeanette, his one milky eye gave her a shudder as his green eye stayed transfixed on her, the nurse came back in, Ciara and Colby left leaving the nurse with the two teens, "I'll watch her." The boy said as the nurse nodded, "I'll be back with your medication in a minute Ms. Fuller." Jeanette looked around the room, confused as she looked down at her left arm, which was wrapped, she looked at her right arm that was uninjured, she lifted the covers to see scratches on her legs, and she put the cover down, looked around the room again, and hugged her knees close to her.

"You're confused aren't you?" The boy asked as Jeanette looked at him, "You have no idea…how did I get here?" she asked as he sat on the bed, "I found you in the library after third period, I called you're name to pull you out of your episode, even if it was brief, you came back, and then slipped away again." Jeanette blinked at him, perplexed, she could of sworn she had attended her second and third period classes, because she was sitting in the classroom's listening to the lectures, wasn't she? Jeanette screwed up her face trying to think as the boy smirked, "I wouldn't think too hard, I can smell the smoke from your gears turning." "Ha ha." Jeanette said sarcastically glaring the boy chuckled, "I'm Craig, by the way." He said extending his hand as Jeanette took it, "You already know who I am." She said while she looked into his eyes, "What happened to your left eye?" she asked as he shifted uncomfortably, "I rather not talk about it." He said standing up when the nurse came back with pills she handed them to Jeanette, "Ok dear, the blue pills you have to take two every day in order to control your bipolar disorder, the white pills you have to take one every twelve hours, and the red are for your psychosis which you have to take once every six hours." Jeanette blinked at the word 'psychosis', "Wait, I have psychosis?" she asked the nurse, "Yes dear, you have psychosis, typically its generic, so one of your parents must have passed it onto you, as long as you take the red pills you should be fine, but we are going to keep you here for a day just to monitor you."

Jeanette processed none of the last few words the nurse had said, the only word that had stuck was the word 'psychosis', she was just like her mother.

TBC…