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And on we go This Chapter is rated T already in forethought of the end

I don't own the show. If I did, it would be still on the screen.

Tout disparaîtra mais Le vent nous portera

(Everything will disappear but the wind will carry us)

Je n'ai pas peur de la route

(I'm not scared of the road)

Shane's friends had slowly realized that Shane wouldn't leave Jenny's side for even a second if was only to grab a bite or shower.

So they had left to go home. Coming by everyday. On the third day after Jenny almost died she woke up.

For the first time long enough to take in her surroundings without falling right back into her panicked state of mind. Her eyes stopped on a figure next to her. She looked quite uncomfortable but still she was sound asleep.

Slowly images of what had happened to her came flooding back into the conscious part of her mind. The emotions forced her to squeeze her eyes shut and take some deep breaths to ward off the oncoming panic attack.

Feeling a really tight like almost bone crushing oh fuck is that hurting I might gonna scream type of tight squeeze Shane opened her eyes to see Jenny lying in bed her body stiffened and tears pooling out of her eyes.

„Shh," Shane tried to soothe her friend, storking her hand softly.

Shane felt like screaming. Screaming at whoever had done this to her friend. Screaming at herself for obviously having screwed up again. But big time this time obviously. Screaming at the world for hating her so much.

It tore her apart to see Jenny in obvious mental pain. She felt so helpless. For one not knowing what she had done to have someone basically threaten her friends. And secondly being at a total loss as to what she could do to stop this. A sob pulled her back into reality.

She couldn't fight the tears any longer as Jenny looked into her eyes with so much pain in them. But there was no blame. That's what broke the dam.

Silent tears stained Shane sorrowful face as she fixed her friend with her intense gaze.

Jenny lifted a hand in an attempt to brush away her friends tears but was stopped by Shane's gently and strong grip leading her hands to her lips.

„I thought I had lost you Jenny," Shane whispered her voice breaking from emotion.

Jenny smiled at Shane trying to soothe her torn up friend.

„What did you do Shane?" Jenny asked after a while. Her voice held no trace of an accuse or blame.

Shane barked a hollow laugh and shrugged helplessly.

„Obviously what I'm best at. I screwed up."

Jenny lightly hit her in response but turned serious:" He was so sad."

When Shane raised a brow in disbelief at Jenny's understanding demeanour she continued with a little more force.

„Between being angry hateful and purely violent he was so sad. He lost his daughter I think. That was what terrified me the most. The sadness while he threatened me."

Shane rubbed her face with both hands several time before looking up to meet Jenny's gaze.

„Did he say something? I.... ähm.. I mean about what he thinks I've done?" Shane asked hopefully and disbelievingly.

The look Jenny send her made her gut twist in discomfort.

„What?" Shane breathed anxiously.

Jenny cleared her throat and accepted the cup of water gladly that Shane offered to her.

„He blames you Shane." Jenny sounded desperate to find out that he had been wrong.

„He said you killed his daughter and he can't have you live a life of joy while his daughter can't. He wants to punish you. What did you do?" Her voice turning more desperate by every passing minute of silence.

„I didn't kill anyone," Shane exclaimed equally desperate. „I couldn't..... Jenny!"

Jenny grabbed Shane's hand and started to draw soothing circles on her knuckles.

„I know. I mean I.. I couldn't imagine you killing anyone. But why does he do that if you weren't involved in any way?" Jenny inquired trying to reason with her friend who had been shaking her head almost violently for the entirety of Jenny's talk.

Meeting Jenny's gaze seeing questions over questions Shane started to panic. Was Jenny really considering the possibility of her having killed someone? She couldn't. She wasn't. But still there were so many questions in Jenny's eyes. Questions Shane couldn't answer her. Slowly still shaking her head Shane stood and started to retreat walking backwards.

„Wait Shane. It can only help talking the possibilities through," Jenny pleaded with her friend.

Seeing she was about to basically run from the room a piece of a memory popped into her head.

„Wait! Wait Shane! He said if you don't believe me you should pay the central cemetery a visit. You would know who you'd be looking for. It's in the back by the fringes of the adjoining park. He says there were only to rows one unfinished." Jenny recalled.

Shane had stopped shaking her head at that and had taken to stare at Jenny in disbelief.

She really doesn't believe me. She really believes this torturous sadistic bastard.

Realizing this she felt the tears forming once again.

She didn't know if feeling like being punched multiple times was allowed after what Jenny had been through supposedly because of her but right now she found she didn't care of the rationality of her emotions.

She turned around aprubtly and disappeared from the room, from the hospital leaving a desperate and crying Jenny in her wake.

Don't worry Jenny doesn't believe that for a minute but still she somehow has a right to trying to find out the truth.

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