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have you learned your lesson?

Short story By: Fay L
Thrillers



wow I made more than I needed to this...
The story was actually going to be a comic but then I was like
eh what the hell, I'll write it.
So I did, I made a short story :
sorry about minor spelling errors
and for you newbies, Eddie's Mandy's little brother. Mandy, the girl I was writing as in 1st person. Jack is Mandy's boyfriend who is also insane but controls it better puts her in an asylum a few days I'm guessing....BECAUSE HE'S JACK ;D
Characters - me
this is also on my deviantart, piggy911


Submitted:Apr 26, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Have you learned your lesson yet? 

His voice echoed as I sat alone in the craziness of the cooshened room. 

Of course I have Jackie! Now will you let me out now? 

I smiled for a good long minute as I looked around the room, seeing if there were any cameras. I was starting to get frustated. I tried again,

Jack? 

I tried to keep my voice leveled but I just couldn't help myself, I started yelling

Hello Jack?! You there? 

still no answer. I started feeling more alone, I taunted

Jack I'm gonna kill Eddie! 

But even I knew that was impossible at this moment, he was probably with Jack watching me in another room with footage of a hidden camera somewhere.
I started trying to get out of the straight jacket, but it was no use.

Jack, sweetie, could you help me? I-I learned my leasson 

I tried to smile my sweetest smile and nodded...still no answer
I was getting impatient and lost hope he's even listening. I started getting the first belt off and started screaming and growling,

JACK, AHHH! JACK SAVE ME I CAN LEARN! GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE AUGHH JAAAAACK!!! JUST LISTEN JAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! 

I started kicking like a child throwing a tantrum and somehow managed to get the first belt off but that wasn't even any help. I looked down at the "comforting" ground, panting at the struggle I had just been in, I felt hair starting to get in front of my face and...was that a drop of blood or- no it was a tear. I began to cry. Whimpering and pleading one last time that night the empty now hopeless, meaningless word came out of my mouth again,

Jack. 

and after an hour I could of sworn I heard something. It was the one and only Jack Slap, finally his calm heartbroken sounding voice came through the innercom saying
alright.





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