Goodbye Reckless [Jenn]

[Sage Campbell]

Her feet were bloody and blistered, sporting her ancient, run-down Chuck Taylors. They wearily dragged her exhausted body down the familiar dirt road. In no time, Sage was standing at the end of the line, gazing up into her gaping and empty house. Sage hadn't been here in years. She was moderately surprised at what superior condition the monsterous house had stayed in; it was expected to have acquired some form of wear and tear by now. Shoving her hand into her front pocket, her delicate fingers curled around the house key. She brought it out and examined it, feeling has heavy as a paperweight; it felt like the weight of the world was in the palm of her hand. Maybe that was just an exaggeration, but this was truly how entering her past life felt to her at the moment. For one painful, hesitating moment Sage stood there. Then she blinked, stuck the key into the lock and was greeted by a rush of warm air.

The inside was even more jaw-dropping than the outside. Sage was comfortably sure the house would be in shambles by this time. Her eyes grew wide at the fact that the walls were perfectly intact and nothing looked like it had been pillaged. In fact, the only visable thing wrong with it was the dust that had accumulated on everything, that and a few randomly scattered papers. As her bright eyes flickered to look at the skylight, she caught gigantic specks of dust dancing in the sunlight.

It was a subconcious movement: she began to head up the stairs and into her room. Her footfalls were slow and deliberate, taking in each heart-wrenching moment; her hands tingled beneath the waxy smoothness of the banister. Sage quietly entered her room and took into account the fact that it resembled everything else: untouched. The first thing she did was walk in front of the mirror hanging on her wall. Sage wiped away the dust with her shaking hand and stared hard at the person in front of her. The girl's eyes were sunken, puffy dark-purple circles raised underneath. Her eyes had lost their natural green sparkle and seemed merely glazed over. What used to be a wild, rebellious mane on top of her head now seemed flat and frizzy, ends fraying and knots gnarled so tight they would frighten any hairbrush away. What was worse was the girl's face. Her whole complexion was sallow, and unnatural and unhealthy shade of cocaine-white. Her cheeks had shrunk inwards, causing her cheekbones to stick out at awkward angles. She was a twenty-seven year-old going on fifty.

Sage's eyes brimmed with tears. And in one swift motion her hands lashed out and struck the mirror. "What is wrong with me?!" She screamed at her reflection, her hands tangling in the bits of broken glass that had shattered in her fit of rage. Tears spilled over; she brought her bloodied hands to her face in an attempt to wipe them away, only succeeding in mixing the two and dirtying her face, making her cry harder. She ran back downstairs sobbing. In the kitchen, she pulled a package of rope from underneath the sink (it was kept there in case the rope on the tire swing ever broke) and threw it onto the table. Sage swung one end of it up and around the ceiling fan. Climbing up onto a chair, she fumbled with the other end of it, hands shaking violently like an old woman with arthritis. What did she have to live for? Her parents had abandoned her, she hadn't heard hide nor tail of her sister in ten years, her half-brother was nowhere to be found, and she wasn't in contact with anyone she had ever called her "friend." Not to mention the fact that she was a nervous alcoholic and junkie who had suffered sever emotional, mental and physical trauma over the last decade. She looped the rope around her neck and stood anxiously at the edge of the chair, peering down at the floor tiles as if they were a hundred feet below her.

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[Jenna Campbell]

She had been in town for only a day or so by now although it had felt like an eternity. The life she once known was no more, James was gone and she still hadn't taken in the fact that she was alone. Jenn fucked up, when she left with James ten years ago, she had lost contact with anyone she had ever known. Her parents had been history for a long time at their expense. This time, it was different; she was the one to leave behind the few people she had left that gave two shits about her. Her little sister, Sage, and her half-brother, Rylan. She clenched her fists into balls of anger at her sides as she fell to her knees on the dirt road. Her eyes were kept narrowed at the ground, knowing what she would see if she looked up. The house that her and Sage had called their own was no more then a few feet away from her now, after all these years of it being a hundred miles away. Tears gathered in her eyes as she thought about what she must have done to her sister when she left without a trace. She wasn't so much worried about Ry as she was her sis. Sage and Jenn were way closer then her and Ry had ever been for the mear one and a half years they had been aquainted with each other.

Her messy long black hair fell into her face, covering her tear soaked eyes and broken appearence. She was falling apart more then ever now, everything hitting her at once. James' death, leaving her sister behind, leaving Ry. She unclenched her fists, smearing small spots of red on her jeans as she ran her hands down her thighs to her knees. Her hands had been clenched so tightly that she had dug her nails down into her skin, making small punctures in the palms of her shaking hands. Finally, she took a deep breath and slowly drew her head up; "Oh god.." Jenna said in a hushed tone as she took in the view of her monsterous home that looked like it hadn't aged at all since she had been there ten years ago. Slowly rising to her feet, she edged towards her home in small steps. I'll go at this one step at a time, one step at a time.. She told herself.

After about five minutes had passed, she found herself standing right infront of the walkway to the front door. Reaching into her back pocket, she fumbled with the key and pulled it out, gripping it and holding it close to her as she stood there frozen for a moment. Sucking in her tears, she wiped her eyes with the back of her free hand and proceeded up the walk and up to the front door. In the back of her mind, Jenna had hoped that she would open the door and her sister would be here. Looking at the window that looked into their kitchen, it was coated with dust, not looking like anyone had lived there in years. It was near impossible to be able to see through to the inside but she could have sworn she saw the silhouette of a person. "Im going insane, god snap out of it!" She whispered to herself in an uneasy voice. After one last deep breath, she knew there was no turning back now, she had inserted the key into the lock and turned the door knob.

Frozen at the doorway, a chill ran down her spine and then she looked to her left. She was right, someone was there. Jenna's jaw dropped at the sight before her eyes. Her little sister was before her with a noose around her neck, ready to end her life. Her face seemed distant, as if she didn't even know that she was there. Jenn's words were caught in her throat and her feet seemed nailed to the floor and all she could do was stand there and watch. What are you doing!? Stop her! Her mind screamed at her. Finally, out of nowhere, she found her bearings, "Sage!" She half shouted, not wanting to startle her as she moved towards her.

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