Disclaimer:If I owned Nintendo, or Camelot, or Golden Sun, would I be writing fics? No. I'd be making Golden Sun 3 like a good little boy.
Chapter Eight: She's Still Alive
Jenna got up, and looked around her. Her hair was a mess. There was drool in it, and chunks of vomit. There was a stream of dried drool down her cheek. The same with vomit. Her top had miraculously stayed clean, but she had sat in, and passed out in, a large pile of spilt alcohol. Nevertheless, she looked nowhere near as attractive as she had earlier that morning. In fact, she had dark circles under her eyes, crinkles and wrinkles all over her face, and quite a few cuts and bruises all over her body. However, for one of the rare occasions, she was completely sober, except for the bad hangover crashing through her skull.
Hangover aside, she was thinking clearly. So, as anyone thinking clearly would - and should – do in her situation, she bolted as quickly as she could, got out of there, shot through the door, didn't stop to say "Goodbye".
Wincing at the bright light shining into her eyes, she ran out of town and into the mountains. A path had been cut to be about as convenient as a staircase. And indeed, it was because a staircase had been cut into the side of the mountain. Aside from the lake, there was a small building belonging to no one. Its original purpose was unknown, but now it was a popular place for teenagers to come and explore. It was also a popular date-spot.
Over-looking the lake, which had recently become highly polluted due to the sewage draining into it, was a tall cliff. The cliff stopped abruptly and dropped off into the lake, with incredibly jagged rocks below. Story was that a Venus adept used to live below the cliff, which also used to be a waterfall, but when Mt. Aleph erupted, rocks destroyed the place and left only spires in the lake. As for the waterfall, a boulder had diverted flow elsewhere. Kids make up such rumors.
Jenna was standing at the cliff's edge, teetering back and forth, willing gravity to take the choice from her and cause her to plummet. So far, gravity was cruel. It had forced her to continue her miserable existence. She'd been here before; dozens of times, in fact. Every time she'd walked home, a little more disappointed in herself. This time, she didn't plan on walking home.
Garet was rather repulsed by the smell he'd had to deal with. As such, he was ecstatic when he saw the light shine through the mouth of the sewer pipe. Stepping outside, he took a deep breath of relief. Granted, it was still a putrid location, but it was a more open area. He turned to head down to Vale, and noticed Jenna. She was floating in the lake, some feet away from a group of rocks. Blood filled the water.
Why doe this happen when I'm around? He thought. Racing towards the floating body, he expected the worst. He jumped in, cringing at the thought of what his clothes were going through. Swimming towards Jenna, he wrapped his arm around her waist, and one-arm swam back to shore. He dried her off best as he could with dripping hands, and inspected her for major breaks. He caught his mistake, and checked her pulse first. He was relieved to feel a beat.
Looking for the source of her bleeding, he looked at her arm. It looked as if she had broken every single bone in her arm. There were splinters of the white mass stabbing through her skin.
Garet found a pile of flat stones, and with the help of psynergy, melted them into a crude bowl. Then, filling the bowl with water, he lit a fire underneath it, to boil and purify the water. Taking off his shirt, he put it in the boiling water to kill any disease on it, too. When he felt it was no longer a biohazard. Garet ripped his shirt into pieces, and wrapped Jenna's arm up as best as he could.
Bleeding staunched, Garet picked the helpless girl up off the ground and, careful not to hurt her arm more than it was, he ran the trip back to Vale.
So, Jenna is suicidal now. Garet's a little smarter than you would've thought too, huh?