This Ghost Is In Love With You

Revenge ruins none but one!

Jenifer’s POV.

Solitary silence percolated in my body as I ambled into my house with a satisfied smile. Today was the day I completed my revenge on my arch enemy, the man who destroyed my sister's life. The monster who took away her peace and left her to die…I hate to even bring his name on the tip of my tongue, let alone pronounce it in clarity on a breezy evening as this one where the world is glittering in lights to welcome the New Year…Singapore is no less than a heavenly abode for me yet I am trapped in this exhaustive mayhem of thoughts. An urge to drown myself in tequila and some countryside music and dance with a stranger in the middle of the streets, forgetting about my family problems or even my violent actions.

An erratic breath escaped my lips, and I walked up to my sister Natasha Lawrence's room. To my disbelief, she was sitting on the bed with crossed-legged, eyeing our family portrait hung in the wall facing her bed. An unsaid sadness sweeps around her eyes, dark circles couldn’t have gotten bigger than the ones I saw on her face then. It dawned on me like a radical fire, that she’s up…she’s awake. My sister is awake from the bubble, we thought she’d never leave.

I took slow and steady steps towards her, hearing which Natasha looked up and I ran up to her. We embraced each other all the while, my tears falling freely on my cheeks. Finally, the pain I have been holding up for a year resurfaced like it never subsided in the deep systems of my body.

“I’m glad you’re out of the comatose state. Why didn’t Mom and Dad call me? Are you okay? Are you in any sort of pain? Should I call a Doctor?” I fired my questions at Natasha, and she shook her head with a smile lingering on her plump lips. I missed this. 

"First of all, I woke up today. Mom-Dad tried to call you, but you were not picking up the phone, so they left for the church," Natasha replied making me gulp a sob back in my thirsty throat. 

"What happened, why do you look so scared?" She asked. 

I hugged her and burst sobbing, "I thought I lost you forever because of Alex but, now he is in no position to hurt anyone. I gave him a lifelong punishment.”

"What are you talking about? And Alex, you mean Alex Jenner, right?" 

"Yes, the monster who assaulted you that night and snatched away your life."

“What are you saying, Jenifer? Alex didn’t do anything. It was Alexis, my boyfriend who raped me, in fact, it was Alex, who even came to my rescue, but Alexis hit him with an iron rod, and he got unconscious and he....,” Natasha wept like a child. 

“How’s that possible? The doctors informed that in your unconscious state you were taking Alex’s name," I asked, afraid to hear her response.

''So, you assumed that he did it to me without any proves? It might be because I saw him getting hurt and blood oozing out of his head, so I might have taken his name, but it doesn't make him a rapist.” Natasha rebuked, her face red with anger. She always hated my rebellious nature, because I cast aside all logical thoughts and do things that I regret later.

“What did you do Jenifer?” She demanded with urgency in her voice, and I started sobbing as everything now got clear. 

"What a sin, I had done just a few hours back?" I thought.

"I.... stabbed him with a knife," I admitted.

Natasha looked at me with shock and I just sat there looking down as guilt overpowered me.