Chapter IX: Grim

            It’s already been nearly a day and a half since I was left trapped here in this prison

if a better term to call it, a hell. I was starving, dying probably. Could Jennifer actually

just leave me here like this forever? I haven’t seen her since she place me in the jar. But I

was really putting a lot of effort just to stay as strong as possible, but each hour made me

feel weaker. But then finally she arrived into the bathroom, she was only wearing an old

navy t-shirt and blue jeans like a typical teenage girl. I was once again lifted up in the air

as she grabbed the jar and started walking.

            We arrived back into the living room, and for no apparent reason she just dropped

me down as I hit the hard wooden table, like a marble. Jennifer just stared at me again, as

she took a seat in the couch. I just carefully try to stand up, but I was in too much pain

after the fall. Gravity was never an ally to me. But as I stood up she said something.

            “I’m going shopping, and I don’t want to leave you alone so I’ll put you in my

purse.”

            “Wait, Jennifer please. You can’t be serious; I need your he-.”

            She just dropped me instantly inside her purse like I was something she just stole

from a market. I once again fell real hard, but this time was a lot worst. As I fell inside

her bag, she then dropped her keys right on top of me. The keys severely scratched me on

my shoulder and partially in my back, and I was bleeding. My nightmare finally came

true at the worst. I was in the worst pain yet. I tried screaming really loud at Jennifer, but

she couldn’t hear me from her bag, since it was zipped up.

            I tried holding the blood in, but I needed to wrap the wound with something, a

tissue or napkin perhaps. She’s got to have one inside her bag somewhere, but as I

looked around all I found were just the keys, wallet, a make up kit and a mirror, a nano

ipod, and chewing gum. I thought maybe I could probably wrap my wound with the gum

wrapper, but I didn’t think it work. She was walking fast, as I bounced around inside her

bag, staining it as well. I just kept holding my injured wound, but I was losing a lot of

blood fast, until it finally happened. I collapsed, just waiting to die. It just couldn’t end

like this could it?