Part Four: Black and White
Flash.
Jen had been walking under the moon for about an hour before she stopped outside a large white house. She looked up at the windows, and doors.
Her watching Jack work on the house, they had gotten it just a few weeks before, and it needed some real fixing up.
Flash.
Her and Jack purchasing the house. They got it at a pretty good deal, and they were excited. The fixing wouldn't be any real problem.
Jen slowly climbed the small staircase, tears rolled down her face, leave two tiny tear lines from her eyes, across her cheeks, and down her chin. Her mock mime face paint still on her face, wet from the passing rain. The crow flew out from the night, landing on her shoulder. Jen raised her hand, and went to turn the knob, but as soon as her hand contacted with it, more rush of memories.
Flash.
When they first walked into the house. As soon as they saw it, they knew they would want it. It had a minor rodent problem, but it wasn't anything to major.
Jen pulled her hand back as if she had stuck it in a fire. More tears threw themselves from her eyes.
Caw.
"What's wrong Jen, why don't you go inside?"
Jen turned her head to look at the bird perched upon her shoulder, sticking her hand into her left pocket.
"It's locked. I have the key right here."
"Jen. You seem a little depressed, maybe you shouldn't revisit here after all."
But she wanted to. There was so much happiness here, and it made her feel almost whole to remember being alive. Alive and with Jack.
The door was opened with a long and loud creak sound and Jen stepped inside. Not to much had changed. All of her old belongings were removed, but the large house still lie empty. And she was dead for over a year too. Such a shame, it was a very beautiful house indeed.
Flash.
A whole head full of memories rush at her, knocking her down and back from the pain of happiness. The crow had taken off and landed on a nearby hand rail on the porch. All the memories were full of joy and fun and romance. There was when Jack surprised her with the ring before they got the house, then another of when he told her that they got it. Then there they were, making love the first night in the house. They had a nice quiet and candle lit dinner just a few hours before.
Then there was their death. Again. She visited this memory so often. And every time it just angered her more then the last. How could God, that big man upstairs, the big cheese asshole give her such happiness, and in one small swish with his big ball licker hand, take it all away with so much pain.
What an asshole.
If she ever met him face to face, she'd beat the living crap out of him for that.
How could he let her have such a perfect life, and then destroy it all?
"WHY?!? HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?" Jen said through a huge batch of tears. She swung her fist, and planted it through one of the walls, leaving a large hole, and breaking her hand as well. The broken hand wasn't anything to her, she felt little pain, and look, it was already healed all up. She attached herself to the wall, then slid down it to the cold floor, tears smearing her make-up to the wall. The stuff on her face really didn't smear. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth while tears ran a marathon down her face. None of them ever really winning, or losing.
"Jen..."
She was still rocking.
"Hey Jen."
The crow flew into the room through a broken window, then landed on the floor in front of her, looking at her.
"It'll be daylight soon Jen, you may want to get some rest."
After nodding, tears still on her face, Jen went upstairs to the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and got out her make-up remover, then proceeded to clean off the black and white. She rinsed with water, then stared at herself in the mirror. Hair, down in her face, skin, pale as the full moon, she distasted what she saw. Anger covering up the sadness, she punched the mirror, shattering it. Reflecting shards fell to the floor, some broke into even smaller shards. Looking down at the glass, Jen got the sudden urge to do something, so she ran back downstairs, into the kitchen, and started opening all the drawers, searching for something in each one.
"I never could find anything in here." Jen shut the drawer, then opened another, searching, then moving on. " Ah, here it is."
Glue in hand, she ran back into the bathroom, then, picking up a hand full of broken mirror, she proceeded to glue them back onto the wall. Only not in it's former shape. She was now creating the silhouette or a crow with the broken pieces.
After standing back, admiring what she had made, a minor smile upon her face, she walked into their old bedroom. Memories of passionate nights filled her mind with every step, every touch. Oh how badly she missed Jack. She wanted to be with him again.
Caw.
"When you finish what you came back to do, you and Jack will be together again Jen."
The crow had made it into the bedroom without Jen knowing, and was perching on the headboard.
"If all I have to do is avenge what happened to go back, then why am i going to sleep?"
"Because Jen, we work better at night. Sides... You need your beauty sleep."
"I don't need beauty sleep, I'm already the most beautiful girl ever."
She could hear a sound coming from the bird, sounding almost like a laugh.
"Just sleep."
Flash.
Jen had been walking under the moon for about an hour before she stopped outside a large white house. She looked up at the windows, and doors.
Her watching Jack work on the house, they had gotten it just a few weeks before, and it needed some real fixing up.
Flash.
Her and Jack purchasing the house. They got it at a pretty good deal, and they were excited. The fixing wouldn't be any real problem.
Jen slowly climbed the small staircase, tears rolled down her face, leave two tiny tear lines from her eyes, across her cheeks, and down her chin. Her mock mime face paint still on her face, wet from the passing rain. The crow flew out from the night, landing on her shoulder. Jen raised her hand, and went to turn the knob, but as soon as her hand contacted with it, more rush of memories.
Flash.
When they first walked into the house. As soon as they saw it, they knew they would want it. It had a minor rodent problem, but it wasn't anything to major.
Jen pulled her hand back as if she had stuck it in a fire. More tears threw themselves from her eyes.
Caw.
"What's wrong Jen, why don't you go inside?"
Jen turned her head to look at the bird perched upon her shoulder, sticking her hand into her left pocket.
"It's locked. I have the key right here."
"Jen. You seem a little depressed, maybe you shouldn't revisit here after all."
But she wanted to. There was so much happiness here, and it made her feel almost whole to remember being alive. Alive and with Jack.
The door was opened with a long and loud creak sound and Jen stepped inside. Not to much had changed. All of her old belongings were removed, but the large house still lie empty. And she was dead for over a year too. Such a shame, it was a very beautiful house indeed.
Flash.
A whole head full of memories rush at her, knocking her down and back from the pain of happiness. The crow had taken off and landed on a nearby hand rail on the porch. All the memories were full of joy and fun and romance. There was when Jack surprised her with the ring before they got the house, then another of when he told her that they got it. Then there they were, making love the first night in the house. They had a nice quiet and candle lit dinner just a few hours before.
Then there was their death. Again. She visited this memory so often. And every time it just angered her more then the last. How could God, that big man upstairs, the big cheese asshole give her such happiness, and in one small swish with his big ball licker hand, take it all away with so much pain.
What an asshole.
If she ever met him face to face, she'd beat the living crap out of him for that.
How could he let her have such a perfect life, and then destroy it all?
"WHY?!? HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!?" Jen said through a huge batch of tears. She swung her fist, and planted it through one of the walls, leaving a large hole, and breaking her hand as well. The broken hand wasn't anything to her, she felt little pain, and look, it was already healed all up. She attached herself to the wall, then slid down it to the cold floor, tears smearing her make-up to the wall. The stuff on her face really didn't smear. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth while tears ran a marathon down her face. None of them ever really winning, or losing.
"Jen..."
She was still rocking.
"Hey Jen."
The crow flew into the room through a broken window, then landed on the floor in front of her, looking at her.
"It'll be daylight soon Jen, you may want to get some rest."
After nodding, tears still on her face, Jen went upstairs to the bathroom. She opened the medicine cabinet and got out her make-up remover, then proceeded to clean off the black and white. She rinsed with water, then stared at herself in the mirror. Hair, down in her face, skin, pale as the full moon, she distasted what she saw. Anger covering up the sadness, she punched the mirror, shattering it. Reflecting shards fell to the floor, some broke into even smaller shards. Looking down at the glass, Jen got the sudden urge to do something, so she ran back downstairs, into the kitchen, and started opening all the drawers, searching for something in each one.
"I never could find anything in here." Jen shut the drawer, then opened another, searching, then moving on. " Ah, here it is."
Glue in hand, she ran back into the bathroom, then, picking up a hand full of broken mirror, she proceeded to glue them back onto the wall. Only not in it's former shape. She was now creating the silhouette or a crow with the broken pieces.
After standing back, admiring what she had made, a minor smile upon her face, she walked into their old bedroom. Memories of passionate nights filled her mind with every step, every touch. Oh how badly she missed Jack. She wanted to be with him again.
Caw.
"When you finish what you came back to do, you and Jack will be together again Jen."
The crow had made it into the bedroom without Jen knowing, and was perching on the headboard.
"If all I have to do is avenge what happened to go back, then why am i going to sleep?"
"Because Jen, we work better at night. Sides... You need your beauty sleep."
"I don't need beauty sleep, I'm already the most beautiful girl ever."
She could hear a sound coming from the bird, sounding almost like a laugh.
"Just sleep."
