Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 31

“Then why were you kissing her last night after I left?” yelled Genna.
Jackson swallowed hard. “Last night?”
“I came back to make up,” said Genna. “I couldn’t just give up on us and I saw you kissing her! Why aren’t I good enough? Why don’t you love me, Jackson?”
She looked down and started to sob. Jackson took another step as Genna looked up, put the knife to her wrist and sliced it open.
“Genna, no!” Jackson cried. He closed the distance between them as Genna went to slice her other wrist. Jackson grabbed the knife and twisted it out of her hand.
“Stop, Jackson,” cried Genna. “I just want to die!”
“You’re not going to die today, especially not over me,” said Jackson. He threw the knife across the room, before yanking a surf shirt off the rack. He gingerly, yet firmly tied the shirt over the deep cut to Genna’s wrist.
Genna looked down at her bloody arm and her eyes grew wide. “What have I done? Oh my … Jackson … what have I done?”
Jackson stared up at her. His own eyes growing wide. Genna looked as if she had just come out of a trance. Panic engulfed her face and she looked as if she were about to faint.
“You’re going to be okay.” He assured as he applied pressure with both hands to the wrapped wound as Genna started to sob. “Genna, listen to me.”
Genna continued to cry. “I don’t want to die.”
“Genna! Look at me,” Jackson snapped, finally she looked away from her wrist. “Good, now listen, you are not going to die. I’m not going to let that happen, but I need your help. Do you have your phone on you?”
Genna nodded and pulled her cell phone out of her back pocket with her good hand.
“Great,” said Jackson, trying to keep the panic he felt rushing through his body from coming out in his voice. Now that Genna had calmed down he needed her to stay that way. “Call 911.”
“I don’t understand,” Genna said as she dialed the numbers. “I don’t know what came over me. I just felt there was no reason to live if you didn’t love me.” She put the phone to her ear, still looking confused. “I wasn’t in my right mind, Jackson, you have to believe me … Hello, 911, yes, I need an ambulance, I’ve cut my wrist.”


Jackson paced the emergency room waiting room, waiting for Genna’s family to show up. The doctor had assured Jackson that Genna would survive her wound as she had thrust her phone into his hands asking him to call her family.
The automatic ER doors slid open and Jackson jerked his head up, hoping he would remember what Genna’s parents looked like. He had only met them once, and briefly at that.. To his surprise is was Tucker who was half jogging to him.
“How is she? How’s Genna?” asked Tucker, his voice frantic. “Can I see her?”
“The doctor said she’s going to be okay,” said Jackson placing two firm hands on Tucker’s shoulders. “They are stitching her up right now and not letting anyone back for the time being.”
“How did this happen?” asked Tucker.
Jackson ran his hand through his hair and sighed heavily. He wasn’t even sure where to begin.
“You know what?” said Tucker shaking his head. “I don’t even want to know. She just has to be okay.”

He looked at Jackson, his brow furrowed. “I’ve got to tell you something, man. These last few weeks that Genna’s been hanging all over you have been really tough on me. We’ve … Genna and I … well … Jackson, I’m not sure how to say all this without you hating me.”

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