Psychotic Break-out

Hey People! So so so sooooooo sorry for the wait. Just had my Higher Prelims, which are basically very scary exams…But hey, I hope you'll forgive me! Thanks for all your kind reviews, and I hope you'll continue to support the story. But anyway, I've made you wait long enough so…

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Chapter 12: A Cry For Help

The previous night…

Jesse's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the pistol in Chloe Marsden's steady hand. It was aimed at his chest.

His eyes travelled upwards until he was looking into those glistening hazel eyes. Before, he'd thought them beautiful, but now they seemed evil and cold. There was a glint inside them that made him uneasy – she had a gun, and she was not afraid to use it. Her lips were parted in a satisfied smirk, and she laughed at his shocked silence.

"Why Jesse! Aren't you glad to see me?" The lips opened in a wider smile, "Is that any way to treat your guest"

"Guest" Jesse chuckled nervously, "That's an, uh, interesting way of putting it"

"Well?" Chloe asked, looking at him expectantly. After a few seconds Jesse realised that she meant him to move backwards to let her in. "You can't leave your guest standing in the hallway"

"Uh, of course" Jesse stumbled backwards as she waltzed in confidently. "What do you want?" He asked in a fit of courage.

She gave him a look that pierced through his nerve and he involuntarily stepped backwards. "I wish I could say that it was good to see you, I mean, bar the fact that you had me locked up in a mental institution where I rotted for two years…"

"Chloe you needed help" Jesse tried to reason with her.

Her eyes flashed with anger, and she went on as if she had not heard him. "You left me in Hell" she spat, waving the gun as she gesticulated wildly. "And believe me you are going to know what that feels like"

"I already do!" Jesse shouted back, becoming livid that she could say that it was his fault – he quite forgot that she was the one holding the gun. "I suppose it was you who killed Yoshe!"

"That stupid Japanese bitch that you were cosying up to?"

"What? She was Steve's fiancée! She had nothing to do with me!"

"Oh" Chloe murmured, then as if trying to justify it once more shouted "Well Steve deserved it! He's your friend!"

"God, this is all my fault" Jesse whispered in a voice that cheered Chloe up in an instant.

"Yes it is, but don't worry! I'm giving you the easy option" she said in a deadly serious voice.

"What do you mean?" Jesse snapped to attention immediately, something in the calmness of her tone chilled him to the bone.

"I'm going to let you die, or I should say, you are going to commit suicide 'I can't go on! I can't live knowing that her death was all my fault' or words to that effect" Chloe became animated as she spoke. Jesse felt sick. "You're going to write your friends a note, and I am going to make sure that you do not leave some kind of message – though I doubt your friends would come to your aid anyway. They must hate you" She savoured. "This is all your fault remember? Look at what you dragged them into! You've ruined their life!"

Jesse lowered his gaze in shame. She was right! It was his fault, he may as well give in…anyway, it wasn't like the idea of suicide hadn't occurred to him, Chloe would just be…helping him along.

He glanced up again. Chloe was watching his ruminations with a gleeful smile on her face. His old anger returned to him now, flowing through his veins like an electric pulse. He would not let her get away with murder again! Even if he himself had decided to commit suicide, he could not let her use it as a camouflage for murder. He had to avenge Yoshe's death – silly as that sounded, as she wasn't even his fiancée! But he felt responsible for her death, and now he must do something to make amends with the guilt his conscience was grasping onto. But how was he going to get himself out of this situation?

Chloe cleared her throat authoritatively and Jesse's head snapped up. He noticed that she had laid a sheet of paper and a pen of the coffee table. She glared meaningfully at him, intending him to begin writing. He sat down on the couch and slowly picked up the pen, his fingers trembled as he stared at the blank sheet. Suddenly and idea popped into his head like a bolt of lightening. Really it had been Chloe's idea. She said she was going to check for coded messages…all he had to do was write one that she couldn't find. She probably didn't think he had the nerve to do it! I'll show her! He thought, his heart starting to beat faster as his thoughts gained momentum. The idea was stopped abruptly as a problem now occurred to him: How was he going to write a coded message without Chloe picking it up?

Then it hit him: What if I use the first letter in each line to make a message! He would have to be careful though, to make the note sound convincing; It had to sound emotional enough. He stared at the blank page in front of him, trying to think about what he could write. Damn! Maybe I should've listened in English Class! He thought ruefully. It didn't exactly help that Chloe was standing above him with a gun trained on his head…

He decided to let his mind clear. If I was genuinely writing this note…what would I say? Then he let the emotions flood into his head, and it felt easier all of a sudden.

Can't go on like this.

How can I?

Life just doesn't seem worth living.

Obviously I don't deserve to live anyway.

Even though I didn't actually kill her, it feels like I did.

Help is not possible for me.

Ending my life is the only option.

Let's hope my friends and family can forgive me.

Please don't try to stop me, by the end of the day I will be gone.

Jesse Travis

Chloe snatched from his hands almost before he had even signed his name. Her eyes caressed the page, and he saw the hint of a smile twitch at the corner of her lips. The fact that she was clearly enjoying what he had just written failed to strike Jesse, he was merely relieved that she had not spotted his message! After all, it wasn't exactly that difficult to notice, however much he had endeavoured to conceal it. He just hoped that Mark and Steve…Who was he kidding? They weren't going to come to his apartment! Steve had sounded pretty sincere when he had said that Jesse had ruined his life, and Mark? Well, Mark wasn't very likely to come by either.

"Cute, Jesse! Very cute!" Chloe smirked at him as she laid the note back down on the coffee table. "In fact, it's absolutely perfect!" She laughed, "Now Jesse" she grew more serious, calculating now "I'll be needing your car keys"

Jesse gulped as he reached his trembling fingers into the trouser pocket that he had shoved them into when he had heard the knock on the door. His fist closed around the little pieces of metal that would seal his death warrant, and pulled them out slowly. He winced as they made a jangling sound that sliced through the silence, and handed them reluctantly to the woman with the gun.

"Thankyou" She smiled, "Now, would you be so kind as to open the door for me? I have my hands full at the moment"

Jesse fought the urge to be sick as he pulled the door open. It seemed as if there was no going back.

To Be Continued…