The Diary Of Jane

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Eleven: The Ribbon

CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE RIBBON

The car once again moved down the long stretch of road that was surrounded by forest, they were both silent on the return trip. It was obvious to Jacob that Kelley had something on her mind that had nothing to do with burning the ribbon and possibly ending this tonight. “You seem awfully quiet, ” he said to her, trying to get her to start a conversation.

“I'm just thinking about what Donald said, about what the Cult did to Jane.”

“What about it is bothering you?” He meant besides the whole they saw her in the forest and drowned her in the mud, which, ended up turning her into some kind of a vengeful spirit.

“She was dead from the start. Donald said the third victim had to be someone who loved him, which meant the only reason she was kept alive was because they were waiting for the right time to slaughter her. Jane just happened to see them ahead of time and Edison freaked out, and strangled her. It never made sense to me, how could the person you loved? Even if they witnessed you do something horrible, but he never loved or cared about her, she was nothing more than a pawn in a sick game. Hell is too good for them.” There were no longer words for the way that Kelley felt about what they had done to her. Jacob had seen this look on her face before, and he knew what it meant, there was nothing he could do or say that would change anything, so he just kept driving. Kelley was silent the rest of the way, she only clutched the ribbon in her hands.

Jacob pulled into the driveway of Kelley's house, the sky was turning into a twilight and it would be dark soon, if they were going to do it, it was now or never. “Before we do this” Kelley stated, “there is something I need you to see”. Jacob followed her into the house, and up to her room and Kelley walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer and pulled out the small bottle of pills, the ones she always had for on her the past three years, the label on the bottle read: Oxycodone.

“Oxycodone? This is stuff for extreme pain, why do you have a bottle of it in your dresser?”

“It belonged to my mother, I found it about two weeks after the accident, I was going to get rid of it, but there were times, a lot of times, where I thought I should not have made it out of that car alive, that I didn't deserve to. People at school reminded me of that every single day, no one liked me there, I didn't like them either, but when things got hard, I used to think 'just take it, take the whole thing.' A few times, in the last few weeks at that school I almost did, I wanted to be with my mom and dad again, so badly.”

Jacob looked confused by Kelley's actions as he asked “why are you showing me this?”

“I just wanted you to know.”

“Know what?”

“Know how fucked up I was before I came here, before I had friends, in case things don't go the way we hope tonight, I just want you to know this isn't your fault.”

“That's bullshit Kelley.”

“What do you mean?” she asked him, shocked by his response.

“This bullshit about you being weak, you're not. Now I don't know what it's like to lose my parents, let alone witness their deaths, but I do know what it's like to lose a sister. And between the guilt, and the pain it feels like there will never be room for happiness ever again, but you will overcome it and that happiness will come again.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Your still here aren't you? You've survived this far, haven't you?”

“You're right, I didn't give in, and as fucked up as this sounds, it was because meeting you, and being out of high school and all that shit, it helped, but what helped the most was finding the diary.”

“Now you lost me.” Jacob went from a somewhat angry tone back to being confused again, what the hell did the diary have to do with anything?

“Before I first walked up into that attic, the littlest of things would set it off, could be something someone said or did, or didn't do. After I did, I never even thought about it, not once, because of what has happened, I don't know how to explain it, but I feel stronger in a way, does that make sense?” As screwed up as Kelley seemed to be, that part was true to Jacob, ever since she found that diary she seemed less depressed, not happy. It was something else inside her now, the determination to see this through to the end, it wasn't till she showed him that bottle that he realized how far she was willing to go to do that.

Jacob was literally lost for words, since he had known Kelley, he never once would have guessed that something like this would be floating around in her head. All the same time, he knew exactly what she meant. “When my sister died, I wanted to trade places with her, so many times I wished I could. It makes a lot of sense” there was a strong emotion in his voice when they spoke, and hugged each other, it was for a long time, but in each other’s arms, it only felt like seconds had gone by. It was strange to think that something like this would be the thing that set Kelley free of her guilt and depression. It challenged her willingness to live and Kelley chose life.

They then heard the main door open, they both got up and rushed down the stairs to see Darren standing in the doorway looking at them. Before either Jacob or Kelley could say anything he spoke “Your dad called me, he wanted me to help if I could when he found out I knew about the ghosts and shit. Karen is apparently freaking out, he doesn't want to leave the motel room they're staying at in case she tries to come here and puts herself in harm’s way, he trusts you know what you're doing. He also said you might have a way to end this, I want to help anyway I can.”

“Thank you” Kelley said softly and she and Jacob walked the rest of the way down the stairs to meet him. There was an anger inside of Jacob, one that wanted to rip Darren apart for even showing his face in front of him, for Kelley's sake, and for hers alone, was the only reason why he didn't. “I guess now is as good a time as any, ” and the three of them walked over to the fire place and Kelley held out the ribbon and pulled out her lighter and placed it under the ribbon, when they heard something from behind them, a music box, Kelley turned to face what Jacob and Darren were already seeing. The little girl was sitting on the floor a few feet away from them holding a porcelain glass doll.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice was gentle and innocent, the way a nine year olds should be.

“We're trying to help you” Kelley responded.

“The only thing you're doing, is sending me away.”

“By destroying this it sets you free.”

“Maybe so, but what makes you so sure it will stop the others.”

“You're all connected.”

“Are you sure?” a crooked and unnatural smile, then crossed over the little girl's face that sent shivers down Kelley's spine. “This might work, it might not. Are you willing to take that risk? I tried to warn you about all of this before you even got here, I realized that was a mistake, and I tried to correct it by showing you the diary. I thought it would put your mind at rest and give you answers, but you only kept digging. You don't what will happen if you if you burn that.”

“Do you know for sure?” She only laughed in response.

“You'll just have to wait and see, but I can promise you this. The Cult is out for blood, and Jane will do anything to stop them, if you burn that and you're wrong, if Jane survives, the only part of her that will remain is the rage. She has guarded them ever since she took them, until you set them free. I won't try to stop you, the truth is I'm tired of being here. Trapped for eternity within these walls, has become maddening over the years.” She spoke with a calm and clear voice the entire time she talked, keeping her eyes fixed on Kelley. “All I ask is that you remember, that not all spirits are bound to this world by blood, objects and bones.”

“I just want to help you.”

“Sweet Kelley, don't you know by now?”

“Know what?”

Mud started to soak through her while dress as her skin turned blue and eyes went dark and only responded with “we're already damned.” And at that she gave Kelley a crooked smile. Kelley lit her lighter send the ribbon into a flame, and the little girl slowly vanished in a mist. They, waited, but nothing happened.

“Is it over?” Darren asked, still a little shaken. The doll's head then turned around a full three hundred and sixty degrees before falling over. At this Kelley shuttered.

“I'm not sure,” she finally said after a moment of silence. “I'd like you both to spend the night here, just to be sure.”

“I'm not going to lie, that didn't seem very convincing” Jacob added.

“I'll take the couch down here, you two go upstairs” Darren offered. Jacob looked puzzled, it was no secret to anyone how he felt about Kelley, so why offer this now? “You could see you two happening a mile away, I'm just surprised it took you two this long to see it.” Kelley started up the stairs, but Jacob looked back as if to say something, but Darren cut him off “I can't change what happened, or ask your forgiveness, but I can do what it takes to make sure something like that never happens again.”

“What happened was not your fault” Jacob said.

“Never said it was, just said it happened”, and with that Jacob joined Kelley upstairs. Darren moved back over to the couch and sat down, the first thing he noticed was that fucking doll, looking right at him. “Well, fuck this” Darren muttered to himself as he got up, walked over and picked the doll up off the ground, it was cold, ice cold. He went back over to the door, opened in and tossed the doll on the steps outside. If he was going to be killed tonight, it wasn't going to be by the fucking bride of Chucky. He closed the front door and returned to the couch.

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