Before I Leave

As promised, here is the next instalment! The next chapter will be out thursday Evening!

Little Bit More Language, Please be aware.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jinx. I own Lilly.

Lilly was so absurdly excited about this.

'Eeee Jay aren't you excited! Are you excited? I am so excited!' She was literally breaking my hand with the force that she was holding it. Lilly was not a enthusiast in anything, apart from theatre.

Which was why, when for one of the first times in our lives some musical or another came to our small town, she freaked out. And dragged me with her on the night.

Hence the current location.

'Jeeaaannn come on! Tell me, are you excited?' Lilly was about two inches from my face.

'Yes, Lil, I am-'

'Eeeeee! Its going to be so great!' Lilly began to chatter away about the production we were about to see, which, I have to admit, I had already forgotten the name of. But still, I was here for her. I settled into my seat and began to day-dream whilst Lil rambled on for a little longer about the actual place it was set, somewhere in Paris. When the lights began to dim, Lil squealed again, again clamping my hand in a vice grip. I winced.

'Here we go!' Lilly half whispered to me.

-0-

An hour and a half later, after a flash-bang end to a first act that was predominatly opera singers wailing about chandeliers, I stood up and stretched.

'Are we going to the candy place?' I yawned at Lilly. She looked mildly offended.

'What? We cannot leave our seats!' Lilly indignantly replied.

'Why not?'

'Why not? Jay, the best things happen at intermissions. I saw this one thing on the internet where during the intermission the cast came into the audience and started chatting to the members left. Someone got a job that way, Jay, there is no way I am moving. Plus, it's like a fricking death trap out there. Nope, I'm staying right here.' Lilly crossed her arms decisively.

'Well I'm going. When you die because that chandelier explodes again, know why I left.' I walked away, heading towards the candy bar. Unfortunately, Lil had been correct in her 'death-trap' description- I was punched in the face twice on the way to buy a bar of chocolate. I had assumed that this was to be expected, I never failed to go an evening, heck an hour, without injuring myself, or someone else, or breaking something. It was a miracle I had gotten this far. But at least it was over now. I could relax into the next two hours of screeching and ballet. When I returned to my seat, Lilly was still eye-balling the theatre for the astray actor she would undoubtedly corner, and probably eat in her desire to be a theatre junkie.

'Any luck?' I said.

'No.' She sounded desponent, as she reached for a chocolate drop.

'Ah-ah, no way. You made me go into that myself. See, it pays to leave your seat.' I smugly threw a handful of drops into my mouth.

'Well you were wrong, at least I survived. Chandliers still in tact, love.' She grumbled.

'For the time being. Still another half to go. Could happen, 'boom'…' I smiled at her as the lights dimmed. -0-

Unfortunately for me, I did not notice, as the lights dimmed for the second half the very worried old lady sat behind us who, as the show re-started, rushed to the nearest attendant and anxiously explain to her that the girl sat in front of her had some plan to blow up the chandelier in the theatre. So when suddenly the lights in the theatre came back on in the theatre, and all the actors looked confused as a voice came over the intercom

'Ladies and Gentlemen, we are sorry for the interuprion, however due to a safety risk we are going to have to evacuate the theatre. Please leave by the nearest exit and do not hesistate.' Everyone began bustling out of their seats and the curtain came down on the stage as Lilly began cursing blue murder.

'We get one show here in a shitting blue moon and theres a fucking 'safety risk'? what the hell is that about? I am going to find the mother-'

'Miss please do not move!' I span around just in time to see three cops in full safety gear pull their guns on me. Of course someone saw this, and began screaming.

'What on ear-'

'You are under arrest for conspiring to detonate an explosive in a public place, with intent to kill or injure civilians. Please put your hands on you head and step away from the screaming woman.' Lilly was screeching.

'What?! Please I have no ide-' I stepped two steps too far apparently.

'STOP YOUR MOVEMENT MA'AM.' A female officer approached me and began clasping handcuffs around my wrists.

'Jean what is going on?' Lilly shouted at me.

'I do-'

'Ma'am you have the right to remain silent. Miss, you must leave. There is an exit by the stage.' The police officer barked at her. Lilly scuttled out of the aisle, and out the door. I think she was scared, but the door was right by the stage, so she could have also just wanted to meet a cast member. I suspected the latter, however it wasn't deferring the fact that I was being led out of the theatre surrounded by a corpse of officers one of whom was holding a gun locked and loaded.

'Look I don't know what is going on-'

'Ma'am please do not talk.' The unnamed officer whispered something in the gun mans ear.

'Ma'am, you need to tell us where your explosive device is.'

'What?'

'Your explosive, the one that you referred to in the chandelier.' I could finally see where this was going.

'What? There was- is no device! I was joking to my friend!'

'Ma'am this is a matter of upmost importance. Do you know of any explosive device in this theatre?'

'N-'

At this point for what ever reason they decided to taze me.

-0-

Shit happens is a very, very accurate phrase.

Not only was I kept in jail over night, but I, or my parents, were fined two thousand dollars for the liability damage done to the theatre, the performers, and most of all the police.

Oh, and I was hospitalised for having an allergic reaction to the toilet paper in the prison.

My parents weren't pissed about the being arrested thing, surprising. That came later. My parents were pissed about the two thousand dollars. I was grounded on those means.

No, the crap about the theatre came later. Much later.

'I'm not talking to you.' Lilly was loading books into her bag at the end of the first day back at school after the summer vacation.

'Look come on, Lil! I didn't mean for that all to happen! I was joking with you!' I pleaded after her.

'Yeah, well great joke, Jinx.'

'Lil! Come on, it wasn't that bad-' she slammed her locker shut.

'Yes it was! How often does the thing you love come around- oh wait you read! And play violin! I never get to see shows, those tickets cost one hundred dollars, Jean. It was the first time in years, and you fucked it up. Yet again.'

'Lil, I'm really sorry.' I was pleading. I didn't think this was going to resolve itself easily.

'Yeah, well. Good for you. I've got to go.'

She stormed off down the corridor.

-0-

Although I didn't leave for another semester, that was the last time Lilly and I ever had a coherent conversation. She got swept up in some weird stuff when we weren't talking, and we just fell apart. It hurt.

But as they say, Shit happens.

Too much, sometimes.

A/N: I would really appreciate reviews for this one. It went a completely different way from that which I expected, probably due to the fact that I am listening to music that really really makes me emotional (no prizes for guessing which sequel to which famous musical I am listening to). Let me know if it was too unhappy, I will do one more but I am sensing this is heading to an ultimatum which won't be the stalker.

I am happy to carry on this, after the book finishes, but I need you to let me know. I am sorry for the change in tune.

Hate me all you will. xx