Disclaimer: I don`t own JtHM. How many fucking times do I have to say
this??
[Okie dokie. This is.. the final chapter. If you`d like to append to it, speak to me about it and I might let you. :/]
[Janey's POV.] I got out of the shower and dried off. Wrapping a towel around myself, I went into my extremely fucked up room and looked for clean clothes in the closet. The mirror door was broken, of course. Just a plain striped shirt with the infamous Z? in the middle, and some ripped up cargo pants, then boots. That`d work. I got dressed. [Oh, side note here: she put a curtain up over the broken window so no pervs could see inside. Okie? That's how my mind works.]
[Out of Janey's POV.]
She went into the bathroom again, grabbed the gore-covered clothes and
threw them in the laundry room. [Does he have a laundry room? I don`t fucking know. ] She`d deal with them later. She sat down on the couch, seemingly sad. Why did she do all of this? Sometimes, she wished the Wall
Monster didn`t exist. But even then.. had she been insane all her life? Yes. She did some ghastly shit when she was young. She got back up off the couch and went into one of the rooms, searching for the gun. She wanted out of this again, even if it meant living in Hell for eternity. Hell didn`t
seem that bad..
[Janey's POV.]
"Where the fuck is it!" I shouted out of frustration. I finally found it in
the closet under a ton of crap.. Checked the ammo. Nothing. "Fuck.." I
threw all the other shit across the room, throwing a few butcher knives into the wall in the process. Ah! A box of bullets. Perfect. I stood up straight, and opened the box, taking out a single bullet. I loaded it into
the gun.
[Out of Janey's POV.]
She put the gun into her mouth. She didn`t want to die slowly like last time. She wanted to die fast and get it over with. Her hands shook. BANG. Blood spattered against the wall behind her. THUD. She fell on the ground,
dead.
-The End!-
[I warned ya`ll that the ending idea was shitty. But I couldn`t think of anything else. I don`t like leaving stories at cliffhangers, because I know it frustrates people A LOT. But anyway, that's the ending. I am coming up
with a few more fics though..they probably won`t be quite as violent as
this,though.Please excuse the pointless gore and violence.. Anyway!
Reviews. Just for the fuck of it,please??]
[Okie dokie. This is.. the final chapter. If you`d like to append to it, speak to me about it and I might let you. :/]
[Janey's POV.] I got out of the shower and dried off. Wrapping a towel around myself, I went into my extremely fucked up room and looked for clean clothes in the closet. The mirror door was broken, of course. Just a plain striped shirt with the infamous Z? in the middle, and some ripped up cargo pants, then boots. That`d work. I got dressed. [Oh, side note here: she put a curtain up over the broken window so no pervs could see inside. Okie? That's how my mind works.]
[Out of Janey's POV.]
She went into the bathroom again, grabbed the gore-covered clothes and
threw them in the laundry room. [Does he have a laundry room? I don`t fucking know. ] She`d deal with them later. She sat down on the couch, seemingly sad. Why did she do all of this? Sometimes, she wished the Wall
Monster didn`t exist. But even then.. had she been insane all her life? Yes. She did some ghastly shit when she was young. She got back up off the couch and went into one of the rooms, searching for the gun. She wanted out of this again, even if it meant living in Hell for eternity. Hell didn`t
seem that bad..
[Janey's POV.]
"Where the fuck is it!" I shouted out of frustration. I finally found it in
the closet under a ton of crap.. Checked the ammo. Nothing. "Fuck.." I
threw all the other shit across the room, throwing a few butcher knives into the wall in the process. Ah! A box of bullets. Perfect. I stood up straight, and opened the box, taking out a single bullet. I loaded it into
the gun.
[Out of Janey's POV.]
She put the gun into her mouth. She didn`t want to die slowly like last time. She wanted to die fast and get it over with. Her hands shook. BANG. Blood spattered against the wall behind her. THUD. She fell on the ground,
dead.
-The End!-
[I warned ya`ll that the ending idea was shitty. But I couldn`t think of anything else. I don`t like leaving stories at cliffhangers, because I know it frustrates people A LOT. But anyway, that's the ending. I am coming up
with a few more fics though..they probably won`t be quite as violent as
this,though.Please excuse the pointless gore and violence.. Anyway!
Reviews. Just for the fuck of it,please??]