Chapter 8
Before John left, there was something he needed to tell Jenna. He didn't know if this was going to be the right time to tell her, but he knew that he had to do it eventually.
"Ok, there's something I need to show you...and I need you to not freak out." John took the knife out of his pocket and without warning, stabbed himself in the left leg.
Jenna winced a little bit, but then realized he wasn't in any pain. "It...That's a synthetic leg, isn't it?"
He took the knife out and gave her weird look. "How did you know?"
"I've seen them before. The drummer in my bad actually has one. He got his leg shot off about a year ago. What happened to you?" Jenna then grabbed John's arm because she knew at any second he would probably bolt for the door.
But to her surprise, John sat back down in the chair next to her. "It got blown off about 2 years ago...and I was in a coma." John bit his lip. He didn't want to tell her exactly what happened.
Dorian then came in and interrupted their conversation, tell John that they needed to leave right away.
John looked down at Jenna, who just seemed so helpless. "Are you going to be ok without me?"
She nodded. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. You two should go."
He nodded and hurried out the door with Dorian, not looking back or saying goodbye. As they got halfway down the staircase, John stopped for a second, wondering if he should go back.
"You ok?" Dorian asked, wondering why John had stopped all of a sudden.
John then started walking back down the stairs. "Yeah I'm fine. Let's go."