Broken

| 32 | Pray With Me

This is a spiritual chapter. If you don't believe in this stuff, then do not be rude to the readers that do.

I enjoy exploring different writing topics that bring up questions and make people think. I think that's what makes an author different from the rest. So please, no hate. Wattpad is here for people to get their writing out there, no matter what it is or if you like it or not.

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I slowly walk up to the big, blue house that Jenna lives in. I knock on the door as I feel my heart beating wildly in my chest. I'm scared to death, and I don't even know why.

I guess I do though. How do I talk to someone one who almost took their own life away. How do I talk someone into keeping their life? I am just Grace. There is nothing special about me. So once again, how do I talk a person out of suicide?

The door opens and a woman that looks exactly like Jenna opens the door. The only difference is that her skin has dulled with age, and there are small lines that form underneath her eyes, and her eyes are bloodshot from crying. Obviously it's her mother.

I extend my hand, trying to be polite, and she looks at me a bit confused at first.

"Hi, I'm Grace Jackson. We talked on the phone earlier today." I say to her as she shakes my hand.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm Jenna's mom. Please, come in."

I slowly walk into the house and I look around at all of the decorations. Family pictures cover the walls. Jenna seems to have one older sister, but it looks like she could be in college by now.

I make my way past the short walkway of the home and I look back at her mom who is analyzing me by the door.

"Is she upstairs?" She simply nods and I motion of I can go up there to see her, and she nods again.

I walk up the stairs, and with every step I take, I try to talk myself into actually doing this. I'm still surprised that I'm even here. Should I have come?
Of course I should have. I'm already here.

I look at the first door on the left and I see that it's wide open.

Jenna lays on her bed with her eyes wide open, staring up at the ceiling. She lays there, motionless. Only blinking every 5 seconds and her chest moves ever so slightly as the breath fills her lungs and slowly goes away.

What happened to her?

I knock on the door, and her eyes flicker over to me. I watch as shock and shame full her eyes.

"Hi." Is all I can say.

"My mom called you didn't she." she says as she sits up. She doesn't looks the same. She looks like the life is drained right out from her. Like she has no reason to fight anymore.

"Yeah, she did." I say as I walk over and take a seat next to her on her bed. Her eyes are glued to the floor.

I don't know how much time passes as we sit here in silence, but it's nice. For awhile at least, but now there are things that need to be said.

"Why?" I ask her and I hear her deep sigh as I speak.

"I didn't feel like anyone loved me anymore."

"Obviously your family does. That can't be the real reason. What is it Jenna?"

She looks up at me, and the hurt in her eyes breaks me.