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Out of the Blue
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
3,658
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
J.J.
(OK Well here we go another story, I started writing this actually as a side project while I did my other work and since the other is over well I'll devout my full attention to this. As usual Enjoy!)
Chapter 1: J.J.
The room was dark, the dark blue curtains hid the sun and the small light bulb that was attached to the ceiling fan had burned out a while back. J.J sat on her sofa as she stared at the dark screen of the T.V., the only thing visible on the screen was the channel number, she knew if she changed the channel she knew she would see the same thing. Black, darkness, empty, nothing. She had stopped making the payments for the cable and finally the service had been cut off. It took two months but in reality she rarely watched T.V, it didn't pained her to see it gone.
She looked down at the notebook she had on her lap, it was blank, she really had nothing to say. In reality she had no clue on how to explain the thoughts. She just couldn't. She had tried before but it was just pointless, it was just a waste of time. She felt indifferent if she could explain what bounce around in her head. She had accepted that some things she could just not explain. In reality she stopped caring if she could. She rubbed her chin as she just simply signed the blank page. “good enough,” she mumbled.
She looked around, she inspected the home from where she sat. She had cleaned the kitchen, done the dishes, she vacuumed all the room. She had also cleaned the bathroom and had made her bed. Everything was neat, clean and in order.
She looked at the time and licked her lips, she had the weekend off so she wasn't expected back till Monday. Plenty of time she thought. Not too much time but just enough time.
She took a deep breath as she looked at the only things that was out of place in the living room. There was a chair from the kitchen just below the ceiling fan. She looked up and stared at the rope she manage to get around the beam where the ceiling fan was on. It was sturdy enough, J.J had tested it a few weeks back.
She got on the chair and tugged the rope lightly, it was tight enough. She took a deep breath as she slipped her head in the noose she had made.
She mentally counted as she exhale and stepped off and knocked the chair as she kicked it. Her body jolted up as she grimace cursing that the drop didn't snap her neck.
involuntarily her body jerked as it was trying to survive, she closed her eyes as she could hear her heart hammering away wildly. Her breathing became ragged as she felt her eyes rolled back. She felt the tension on her neck tighten as she fought keeping her hands down. Her body was in survival mode, her mind wasn't. She felt an eternity as she felt the last bit of air dissipating.
The front door opened she heard the hinges creak a bit as she knew, she just knew.
Mathew dropped his keys as he tripped and rushed towards J.J as he grabbed her legs and held her up.
“FUCK,” he shouted as his heart raced wildly. He held her up as he pawed for the chair that was just out of his reach. “Fuck,” he repeated over and over again, as he acted on instinct.
He manage to get the chair up right as he got her feet on it.
J.J felt the rush of fresh air fill her lungs as she grimace as the pain she felt in her chest increased. The rush made her legs buckled as she felt the noose being slipped off and she blacked out.
Mathew repeated the same word over and over and over again as he carried J.J to the sofa and laid her down.
“Fuck J.J,” he mumbled finally breaking his mantra as he got his cellphone out.
“Yeah I need an ambulance down at Sycamore dr, It's an-” Mathew swallowed hard as he force himself to uttered the damn words he hated. “It's an attempted suicide.”
He just agreed with the woman on the other line as he numbly went through the routine he knew too well. “Damn,” he cursed as he gritted his teeth.
He looked down at J.J and sat on the sofa as he softly ran his finger along her neck, the bruise was deep purple now and J.J was still gasping for breath as her eyes fluttered rapidly.
“Shit J.J not again.” He felt his chest tighten as he bit his lower lip and cried silently as he waited.
(A/N: what da ya think?)
Chapter 1: J.J.
The room was dark, the dark blue curtains hid the sun and the small light bulb that was attached to the ceiling fan had burned out a while back. J.J sat on her sofa as she stared at the dark screen of the T.V., the only thing visible on the screen was the channel number, she knew if she changed the channel she knew she would see the same thing. Black, darkness, empty, nothing. She had stopped making the payments for the cable and finally the service had been cut off. It took two months but in reality she rarely watched T.V, it didn't pained her to see it gone.
She looked down at the notebook she had on her lap, it was blank, she really had nothing to say. In reality she had no clue on how to explain the thoughts. She just couldn't. She had tried before but it was just pointless, it was just a waste of time. She felt indifferent if she could explain what bounce around in her head. She had accepted that some things she could just not explain. In reality she stopped caring if she could. She rubbed her chin as she just simply signed the blank page. “good enough,” she mumbled.
She looked around, she inspected the home from where she sat. She had cleaned the kitchen, done the dishes, she vacuumed all the room. She had also cleaned the bathroom and had made her bed. Everything was neat, clean and in order.
She looked at the time and licked her lips, she had the weekend off so she wasn't expected back till Monday. Plenty of time she thought. Not too much time but just enough time.
She took a deep breath as she looked at the only things that was out of place in the living room. There was a chair from the kitchen just below the ceiling fan. She looked up and stared at the rope she manage to get around the beam where the ceiling fan was on. It was sturdy enough, J.J had tested it a few weeks back.
She got on the chair and tugged the rope lightly, it was tight enough. She took a deep breath as she slipped her head in the noose she had made.
She mentally counted as she exhale and stepped off and knocked the chair as she kicked it. Her body jolted up as she grimace cursing that the drop didn't snap her neck.
involuntarily her body jerked as it was trying to survive, she closed her eyes as she could hear her heart hammering away wildly. Her breathing became ragged as she felt her eyes rolled back. She felt the tension on her neck tighten as she fought keeping her hands down. Her body was in survival mode, her mind wasn't. She felt an eternity as she felt the last bit of air dissipating.
The front door opened she heard the hinges creak a bit as she knew, she just knew.
Mathew dropped his keys as he tripped and rushed towards J.J as he grabbed her legs and held her up.
“FUCK,” he shouted as his heart raced wildly. He held her up as he pawed for the chair that was just out of his reach. “Fuck,” he repeated over and over again, as he acted on instinct.
He manage to get the chair up right as he got her feet on it.
J.J felt the rush of fresh air fill her lungs as she grimace as the pain she felt in her chest increased. The rush made her legs buckled as she felt the noose being slipped off and she blacked out.
Mathew repeated the same word over and over and over again as he carried J.J to the sofa and laid her down.
“Fuck J.J,” he mumbled finally breaking his mantra as he got his cellphone out.
“Yeah I need an ambulance down at Sycamore dr, It's an-” Mathew swallowed hard as he force himself to uttered the damn words he hated. “It's an attempted suicide.”
He just agreed with the woman on the other line as he numbly went through the routine he knew too well. “Damn,” he cursed as he gritted his teeth.
He looked down at J.J and sat on the sofa as he softly ran his finger along her neck, the bruise was deep purple now and J.J was still gasping for breath as her eyes fluttered rapidly.
“Shit J.J not again.” He felt his chest tighten as he bit his lower lip and cried silently as he waited.
(A/N: what da ya think?)