Konnichi Wa

This is my action seen, haha. Anyway, took me a while to finish this chapter. I've been working on an angst filled Sonny With a Chance fanfic so I've been majorly busy writing that.

Also- Happy Late Valentines Day! Did anyone see the movie? I loved it. But i'm a hopeless romantic and dreamer so I knew i would anyway. Sorry, when I uploaded this it was like the fifteenth, and now its what . . . the 22nd? Jeez. I didn't even know it was monday today.

Enjoy the chapter. I hope the last one wasn't too graphic or wrong or scary or whatever. I wasn't too worried until i actually uploaded it. Then i was like "oh god they're gonna hate me."

Jenny devised a plan after too many rough, forced kisses. She started to kiss him back. He smiled, his eyes burning. "See? You want this."

Jenny let out a small moan as Tristan's tongue traced her collarbone. She gulped, wondering if he could see how fake she was being. She stood there limp and scared. But of course he didn't notice – he was a drunken psychopath. He was probably half blind.

Jenny pushed him onto the bed and winked. "How 'bout I go, er . . . Freshen up? And then we have all night," she said, her voice breaking unsteadily.

"Don't take too long, then," he grumbled, pulling back the sheets on his bed.

"Be right back," she mumbled, relieved he'd believed her.

Jenny quickly bent down and grabbed her dress, sprinting out the door and down the hall. She locked the bathroom, feeling tired and weighed down. But she didn't stop fighting. She was getting out of here, no matter what.

Throwing the dress over her head, Jenny studied the bathroom. There was one window, but it was rusted and old. She stood on the toilet, shivering in the icy room. She winced at the thought of how cold it would be outside.

Jenny tried sliding the glass panel.

It wouldn't budge.

She banged it over and over.

It wouldn't budge.

The door rattled as someone knocked. "What are you doing in there?" slurred Tristan. Jenny's heart thudded as she pushed with all her might on the window. She swore under her breath over and over again, tears prickling in her eyes.

The door handle shook and rattled. He was going to get through. Tears fell from her cold cheeks like boiling water. She let out a frustrated scream as she banged her fists against the glass.

Still nothing.

Jenny fell to the floor, her lank frame jerking every so often in panic. Oh god, this was the end. The quick end of Jenny Humphrey. Bye Dan, bye friends, bye Dad, bye- Oh!

Goodbye, Erik van der Woodsen.

Shrieks erupted from her throat, terrifying sounds. The type to make babies cry and puppies yelp. She flinched as she remembered Erik's hair, his lips, his eyes . . . That night . . .

Jenny clutched her chest as the world faded away from her. The distant sound of a door being rammed into; her cold, shattering sobs; her heart tearing and ripping like a piece of scrap paper.

Jenny's eyes fluttered, feeling only the numbing feeling of the cold tiles. And then it hit her, like a feeling of new hope inside of her dead body. Jenny stared ahead for a minute and blinked before dragging herself across the room.

Jenny's fingers closed around the long stick holding the towels and tugged on it. She pulled and pulled until the wall started to crack. Unsteadily, she placed her feet upon the towel rack and jumped.

Jump, jump, jump.

Crack, crack, crack.

Jenny rubbed her head as she landed on the tiles again. Her eyes filled with angry, determined fire as she gazed at the broken rack, bits of metal and wood scattered around it. It wasn't the best thing she could find, but it would do.

"Let me in, Jenny! LET ME IN NOW!" growled Tristan from the other side of the door.

Jenny scrambled to her feet and picked up the heavy, metal pole. Her heart thudded unevenly as the pole flew through the air, her arm guiding it. It was music to her ears hearing that shatter of glass, but it wasn't enough.

She could hear the door breaking down – the hinges unbolting and the wood splintering. It made her keep fighting. Her arm flung through the air again, and this time it worked. Broken, sharp glass pierced and grazed her skin. She ignored the trickling of blood down her leg and cheek.

Jenny hoisted herself up to the ledge of the window. The door shattered behind her, revealing a very psychotic looking Tristan. He lunged across the room, ready to grab Jenny. Thank god he missed. She slid her legs outside the window and watched Tristan's face bleed from the shattered glass on the floor.

Jenny looked down.

Aw, shit.

The fact that they were several stories above ground had completely escaped her mind. But Tristan was already dusting himself off, ready to attack again.

Without really thinking, Jenny closed her eyes and hung herself out the window. "One, two, three!" she muttered, letting go of the edge.

It was an amazing feeling as she flew through the air. The wind whipped at her body like ice, and it only got colder as she came closer to the ground. Jenny felt the incredible pain before she'd even really hit the ground. Her body was limp. She felt destroyed and broken in every possible way.

Kill me now, she thought.

If she didn't move, Tristan would come back for her. He'd be down that elevator like a mad man. She couldn't fight any longer, she just couldn't.

"Jenny?" asked a sincere, beautiful voice. Jenny wanted to laugh hysterically. She was freaking hallucinating! She was going nuts. This was ridiculous.

So Jenny laughed. She let out a small whimper, and then a full bitter burst of laughter.

"What the fuck?" asked the voice that must be inside her head. "Jenny? Oh dear friggan' god, Jenny! Can you hear me?"

Jenny stopped laughing and opened her eyes. The light of the sun rising shone over blond strands of hair. The gold reflected in her terrified blue eyes.

"Kill me now," she whispered.