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Chapter Seven
Jackson… why was he hurting her? One moment they had both been heading upstairs and then… he changed. He suddenly lashed out at her.
Lisa knew that she had been too close to the edge of stairs for her safety to be assured. If Jackson had shoved her just precisely, then she would have fallen. The fall down the flight of stairs could potentially kill her and it would kill the child in her without a doubt; Jackson's child. He could have ruthlessly killed his own child and her easily.
Jackson…could Jackson have really done that? Could he have carelessly tossed her down the steps, possibly taking her life and definitely ending his daughter's before it even began? Was he really that cold and cruel?
Or, had it not been Jackson? Had her nightmares created someone who looked like Jackson, yet was not? Had she been mistaken in the dark? If so, who was in her house?
Lisa was frightened for her life and the life of her baby. She had sworn to protect the baby at all costs. She knew her sanity was hanging on by a thread, yet she clung desperately to reason. She owed it to Jackson to give their child a chance, even if she did not have a chance at normalcy.
Wait… wait… what?
Why did she owe him anything? He was tormenting her!
Then, she remembered the painful truth. She had killed him. She had taken his life because she could not take it any longer. She loved him… She loved him too much. Too much to let him live… too much to forget. Far too much to move on and let the past go.
Lisa sobbed; releasing the frustration, the anger, and the tears. She accepted the pain because she had to. She had to learn to move on past what had happened.
After all, Jackson was dead. Jackson was dead.
She had to let go. She had to move on for their daughter's sake.
Lisa murdered him. Jackson was dead… dead.
"You're dead!" she screamed loudly between heart-wrenching cries. "You're dead! I killed you! I killed you, Jackson! Now leave me alone!"
She was pathetic and she knew it. She must have finally lost it. She was now yelling at a dead man.
No, not Jackson… Scarecrow… he said Scarecrow…
Fear! He wanted to know all about her fears. He asked if she were afraid of him. Scarecrow was his name—he had told her so when she confronted him. When he was strangling her just ten minutes earlier…
Glasses… he had glasses. Crane… Jonathan Crane...
Lisa laughed lightly. She must have been seeing things! Dr. Crane would never have hurt her. He was not like Jackson. He helped her. He had saved her from Jackson earlier.
Dr. Crane was a good man. He was going to help her end the nightmares. He was going to help her forget all about Jackson. He simply had too.
Author's Notes:
Just a quick chapter! I'll hopefully have another chapter up in another day or two. I just finished a killer AP exam, so it's gonna take a day or two for my brain to return to normal. Enjoy!