her untold story

chapter 2

She'd risen in a snap, stumbling foward from the imbalance and the blury haze in her eyes. Supporting herself on the wall, jennifer set aside the body on the floor. Walking out of the room before she could convince herself that maya was still alive.

Her heart thudered loudly as her hand clutched her stomach, the feeling in her stomach causing scary goosebumps to rise all over.

In the military, when she'd made it to top of her battalion, she thought that nithing would ever take away the feeling of joy and pride that coaxed through her veins and pumped blood to her heart.

Theh had started the training at so many students, and handful had been lost against the challengong journey.

She had wished that the death of her fellow soilders was something she could have prevented.

Made a better balup plan or carried better resources, but am ambush was not an a planned even. It was an attack, a suprise attack.

None the less, the feeling that had nuzzled inside her that day whem she lay eyes of the lifeless bodies of people they'd gone to military school with, she'd been convinced there is no other death scene as corrupting as that one.

The thing with death was that it was never embraced. It snatches the people we care about most in the most horrific and terrifying ways ever.

On her way out of the bathroom, she stumbled on the suitcases she'd dropped on the door.

Droppimg on her knees as her wet clothes kissed the cold floor. Her legs kicked the bags violently, frustrated and angered by anything and everything that dared stand in her way.

Making her way towards the end of the large hall way in the mansion. As though a switch had flipped inside of her, she stood wearily before the only door that held immense horror within.

The secret room her bestfriend and brother spent most of their time in. She had loved to imagine it as a colour room. Presumable a happy place where nathaniel her brother made for Maya to convert her sorrows into creativity.

Trying on the doorknob a couple of times, she sighed defeated as she wiped a way the tears that were still falling uncontrollably.

She'd turned towards the large flight of stairs. Walking down slowly, she looked down the floor that had been beautifully decorated with marble texture. Staircase big and swirly like the ones at the large galla balls.

The silence that engufed her with everystep she took only made her sink further into the world of denial she had biult for herself in seconds.

Her bare feet drying naturally as she walked down the stairs, stepping on the furry carpet that seemed to be the only thing that calmed her nerves and eased her tension.

Reaching down the stairs, she took a v turn towards the undedground basement.

Ddetermination applied in every move she made as the person behind the cctv camera grew curious of the actions she was about to take.

Her eyes landed on a set of keys at the bottom of the kitchen drawer, picling them out amd heading towards the basement.

All this while, the memories of who she had been in the company of a Maya that was not yet deppressed noting down broken promises in her heart.

She remembered when she promised her she wouldn't leave her, that she'd her bestfriend and would never let anybody harm her.

Opening the basement door, she stepped inside the stuffed compartment as the smell of al expensive liquor store here hit her nostrills.

Taking further steps inside, she began looking through it's contents.

Hands disaplearing into a pile of furniture placed inside a large trolly.

In a jiffy, she emerged outside with a heavy axe.

No expression on her face as she carried it away from the now unlocked room.

Derteminly, jenniffer carried the weapon on her shoulder as she ascended up the flight of stairs.

Stopping at the middle, overwhelmed by the emotions. She screamed, her heart aching at the belief that her bestfriend had committed suicide on the day she was coming back.

Regret finally hit her, she questioned herself on the reasons why she had even joined the military in the first place. All they'd done is pull her away from home and from her family

Maybe, just maybe, if jennifer hartling had stayed, Maya Cassandra would still be alive. Perhaps if she had read the signs, and noticed her peculiar uneasiness during every facetime call, she'd have known something was bothering her bestfriend.

If She came home, when maya called her months ago, begging her to come save her, she would still have been alive. All she did was yell at her over the phone, and accuse her of not taking her medication.

Was her depression and anxiety the reason she killed herself. She had people at home, even though mom was never supportive, atleast nathaniel would have been there.

Taking a deep breath, jennifer once more gathered courage and made it to the top of the staircase. She headed once again to maya and nathaniels secret room.

Curiosity and giult pushing her over the edge, she aligned the the sharp metal part of the axe towards the only bolt that held the doorknob to the door itself.

One hit was all it took, for the now useless piece of frame to come down to the floor.

She pushed the door open, hearing the irritating screechy sound from the movement, indicating the hinges needed oil and lubrication.

Darkness engulfed her, the scent of lavenda hitting her nostrils while she entered. Locating the socket at the side of the wall, she pressed the little button, welcoming electrical light into the room.

But was it worth it, to let her curiosity intrude on the most private and secretive part of her bestfriend and her brother? To meet face to face with the scene that almost her choke on her tears?

A playroom..

But as normal as that sounded, the scene befor her was nothing that made her impressed.

In many of her fantasies, Jennifer had pictured a beaitifully coloured red room with whips and flogs and gags.

What was however before her, was not even human.

For years, her brother being a p**n actor was just a mere detail that stuck at the back of her mind.

She had never once judged him for it. Her brother was the quiet scary type, only seeming to mingle proplerly with her bestfriend.

But was this the reason. On a black leather display table at the far corner of the grey painted room were equipment that caused her knees to find no hope of movement.

A beaitiful butter knife coated with a red liquid sat at the beginning of the table.

Like the soilder she was, jennifer moved towards the little materials, knives were never part of pleasure were they. Well maybe they were, but the fresh blood on the piece of metal made her cringe more than anything.

The drench of an unpleasant smell hit her nose.

At the middle of the room, a b**m stool stood. Stained and coloured with blood.

And then it hit her: the deppressed souls are always the broken victims.