“Jesus! Jenny, are you okay?” I yelled when I saw my girlfriend sitting on the floor covered in jelly. She had broken the jelly jar. She was cooking breakfast and apparently jar slipped from her hand. I asked Jenny to go and watch TV while I took charge of breakfast. I boiled 4 eggs, made 4 toasts and took out juice from fridge. I went to the living room carrying a tray full of breakfast items and saw her poking TV screen with a knife. I was shocked. I tried to stop her. I put her back on the couch and asked her to tell me what was going on with her. She told me that she wanted to play Ludo and if she won I would have to give her whatever she asked for. I agreed.
It was not my lucky day. I lost the game. I was getting hungry and I assumed she was too, so I moved the tray infront of her. She gave me a creepy smile. She said, “Now that you have lost, you have to do what I say.” And then she told me to burn down the house. I was scared. I went to the bedroom to grab my phone to call someone for help. When I returned to the living room, I saw her hand was bleeding. “Can I chop off your fingers too?” She asked. I was frightened.
She tried to stab me with knife. I had no clue what was happening and how I should react. I held her tightly and shook her and dragged her to the couch. But she attacked me and bit me on my neck. She took the flesh out. I was in so much pain. I left her alone and went to the door to escape but the door was locked. I sat down. I tried to stop my bleeding and begged her to let me go.
I was missing Jenny. The original Jenny, not this monster. My Jenny was kind. She was caring. If my Jenny were there, she would have protected me from this wild creature. I was missing her so badly that tears rolled down my cheeks. I closed my eyes.
Few minutes later, I heard a sweet soothing voice. It was my Jenny. “Justin, help me, you lazy man! Wake up. Your son has broken the jelly jar. It is a mess in the kitchen. Don’t make me angry. It’s 8 am. Get up! Get up now!!”