#jknt

The path is clear, as always, and the plane remains where it was, old and untouched. She feels her hand ache terribly at the sight of it, but Jackie tries to ignore it, clenches her fist. She walks closer to the middle of the runway until she’s standing right where everything started all over again. The spot where she traded her blood for a chance to relive her life again. “I’m here.”  Again. Like yesterday. She hopes this time their talk is quicker. She doesn’t want to miss nearly an entire day lest it’d become a noticeable pattern by the rest of the group. Jackie was lucky then, to have found Nat when she did. It made the fabricated story she had told Shauna more tangible.  She doesn’t like how lying to Shauna is becoming easier.  The wind picks up, and the fallen leaves rustle as they begin to get carried along by the gale. It’s reminiscent of that night of their attic slumber party, except this time the current is strong, but gentle. It’s more a reciprocated greeting from the unknown benevolent, rather than the domineering pull of the malevolent.   “Punctual, are you?” The Voice echoes inside her head. It’s different compared to speaking to them in their home or realm or whatever, it’s far more contained than the chorus she’s heard from their last encounters. She’s played with voices in her head, hears her own voice and sometimes other people too, but unlike it, this Voice is completely and wholly divorced from the scripted agency she gives the characters inside her mind. It quite literally is just an independent neighbor living rent free. It’s weird. But, weird is better than dangerous.