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InSanity
Chapter Twelve
Jackie and Marie both sat on the dock donned in bathing suits, the tall one with sunscreen and a striped towel in hand. The weather overall was nice but the sky a medium gray, reflecting a gloomy tint upon the clean water. One could predict a storm would visit soon but for the time being and to be able to enjoy the warm breeze, Jackie imagined being on a tropical island with her eyes shut, preferably in Hawaii before hearing a click that alarmed her.
"Here, I'll put some sunscreen on your back," Marie demanded rather than suggested as she placed the bottle on the wooden planks.
Despite finding it rude she wasn't given a choice, Jackie sat upright, letting her toes touch the water while her company readied the lotion between her hands. First Marie began with the middle of her back and then moved to the shoulders, massaging them gently. Within seconds Jackie's skin had absorbed the sunscreen, every bit it was applied to distributed evenly.
"Okay, that's good," she implied she wanted Marie to stop rubbing her as the job was evidently finished. The message didn't seem to come across though as the red-head continued to massage the brunette's shoulders, slowly. Something was familiar about the sensation. It made her drowsy and numb, those cold slimy fingers. When her pale hands rubbed Jackie's cheeks, brushing her lip with her thumb, she finally realized it wasn't about being courteous by putting the lotion on; it was just an excuse to touch her. "Okay, okay. That's fine. Thank you."
"Ha," Marie grinned hugely and pushed Jackie in the water, jumping in shortly after. The frightened lass bobbed up for air only to be pushed back down in forcibly, now afraid the woman she allowed to stay in their home when she didn't have to was trying to cause her harm. Jackie came back up a foot away and Marie started to act erratically, splashing and slapping the water with an evil smile.
"Leave me alone, please. Get away from me," she pleaded in a terrified state while treading and gasping.
The red-head instantly stopped and frowned, walking towards her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was only playing, trying to cheer you up."
When Jackie heard the sincerity in her voice she relaxed a little and allowed Marie to get closer. "Oh, okay. I told you I was scared of the water though so please, just don't push me down again."
"I'm sorry," Marie grabbed her face roughly and pecked her inappropriately on the lips, making her scared and creeped out all over again.
Jackie didn't bother to express her discomfort anymore and instead headed for the dock, wanting to get out as quick as possible and hopefully find Eric or Hyde inside. With her back facing away there was a loud quietness, and when she turned around Marie was nowhere to be seen. There weren't any bubbles surfacing and like any normal person would, she stood there in the water wondering where the red-head was.
"Psst, Jackie. This way, this way." The brunette looked down in a trance and there submerged below her floated a vague figure that appeared to be deceased as it was immobile and not showing its eyes, swaying with hands raised over its brittle copper hair mesmerizingly again. "Here, Jackie, here. Follow, follow me. Follow me."
It jumped out of the water and snatched her by the shoulders, putting her in a chokehold and rolling her underwater like an alligator would its prey. The only way she could get it to stop was bluntly elbowing it in the nose so hard she could've sworn she felt the cartilage folding flat and with the release, she was able to jump on the dock but frantically crying all the while.
"Jackie, Jackie. Nobody's here. Nobody's here," she heard the voice so clear now, still a whisper. It was Marie, Donna Marie Pinciotti all along in her head. A red-head came up from the water unaffected as soon as the discovery, and the further she walked forward with Jackie frozen, the saturated lace wedding dress was revealed. "Stay. Stay, Jackie. You're home now. You're home now."
Donna grabbed for her and attempted to bite her neck but the grip was all too slippery that she was able to run up the green hills for the house. She made it inside and jet up the stairs for her bedroom, slamming the door and pushing a dresser against it for security. Breathless, she hugged the inanimate object before carelessly picking up the pillow to dab her face dry, a ticking clock in the background making her nervous.
"Hey, Jackie." She automatically tensed up and clutched the pillow against her chest, looking around the room even though she knew it was in her head and scooting against the wall on her bed, cornering herself so there'd be no surprises. "I killed your bunny. I killed your bunny to seclude you to my advantage, and I sucked its blood. How do you feel about that? That I'm here? I'm here." Uninvited, the waxpapered epitaph hanging next to her blew with a breeze, a wrinkling noise. They were creepy now and she didn't like them anymore, staring at them with her head turned while the ticking clock added to the eeriness.
Too scared to get out of the corner, she waited on her bed for three hours pitifully. Eric or Hyde should've been home—. "Eric doesn't love you anymore. He loves me. He doesn't care what I do to you." The paper wrinkled again as her frame of vision shifted to it, and coincidentally the epitaph was Donna's. "You want to die, you want to die. You want to die." Jackie snatched the paper off the wall and hopelessly allowed it to fall over her head, her bottom lip quivering. "I'm still here," Donna teased. "I'll never go away, Jackie. You'll never get better as I am in you blood. I'm in your blood."
She wiped her tears away and finally got dressed at six o'clock once the whispering died down. Everything she had suspected of being true was: Marie being Donna, Donna killing her bunny, and just outside Donna tried to bite her neck which could only mean she was a vampire. Whether Eric was cut with the knife or bitten was a question now and no matter how terrified she was, she wasn't going to get help unless she asked for it.
Jackie opened the door cautiously and was welcomed to a quiet home yet ran until she was on the road, not taking any chances where she flagged down a blue eighteen wheeler. The buzz-cut driver stopped and opened the passenger door. "What's the matter, miss?"
Before answering, she studied his face for a hint of evil. "Can you help me," she asked in a childish manner once deciding he looked nice. "I need to go into town."
"Come on in," he commanded her wish. "Close the door."
"Hello," Hyde called as he entered the house and stood at the staircase, dirty from yard work. "Jackie? Marie?"
Donna descended down the stairs, one hand pinching the hem of her wedding dress and the other sliding down the banister. "Hi," she answered seductively, walking past him when on the flat floor safely.
Hyde wasn't in the mood for flirtation. After the previous night, he was skeptical about the red-head and came in for a reason other than her for once. "Where is Jackie?"
"She's gone," she said, walking into the living room to brush a hand against the headboard of the couch. "Don't worry, she's just wants to talk to Eric about what happened last night. So we're alone."
The explanation was plausible, but her last comment contained suspension. "Yeah, so," he shrugged.
Donna sauntered towards him with her hair in her face, chewing on a fingernail till she could see her feet were aligned with his. "Do you like my new dress," she asked cheery with a huge smile and hair behind her shoulders now. It was all too weird how girlish she was acting. "My new, old dress?" He didn't reply, setting his goggles down on the nightstand and twisted as if to leave. "Where are you going? Have you just gotten back from working in the orchard?"
"Mhm. I'm going to wash up."
"Should you really," she flirted with her head cocked to the side. He nodded his head with a cold stare standoffishly in response. "Is something wrong?"
Hyde eyed her up and down. "Mhm. You. I heard what you did to Eric, terrorizing Jackie. I thought you were cool, man."
"I thought you liked me. I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend," Donna said sadly, not denying the accusations.
After they kissed and Eric granted his wish of letting her stay, there was no longer a discussion of where their relationship would go. Considering how heartbroken she was with him being hostile and her mentioning being his lover, somehow he subconsciously dismissed the reason why he was cold toward her in the first place. "You know I do, Marie."
"You're right I do, but let me show you just how much I want to be yours as I haven't enough." Donna kissed him passionately and wrapped her arms around his nape securely to ensure he wouldn't be able to get away as her lips moved to his warm and cozy neck.