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The 12 days with him story started to fall into places. Two to three stories per day took place, the same location but modified stories. Everything was getting insane. But what risen my anxiety was John's sudden change of character after rejecting his request to make love with him. The lovable, caring, responsible, loyal, and kind characters of John turned over a withered leaf, not a new leaf. His sweet kiss and passionate touch, become nasty and hostile.
One day I came home from the market and I saw our door was open and a woman's shoes on the doorsteps. My heartbeat raced and I ran to our room, there I found John having copulation with someone. A familiar woman with curly hair and bitch face, I knew who she was, one of the characters in my story.
" F*ck you Faith! Get out! If you don't want me to drag you out from here naked and straighten that curly hair of yours." I shouted at her and she stormed out after picking up her clothes.
"What is wrong with you John?" I asked John in dismay.
"No! What is wrong with you Bella? You're my wife but you can't give me what I need." He complained.
"I can't... You're just...." I can't just tell him that he's a product of my fiction story.
John gripped my arm.
"I'm just what?" He shouted and I saw his devilish eyes. John shifted into a devil one. He's not the good John anymore.
"John it's hurting, let go." I cried but he just gripped my arm tighter and seemed like a monster was clouding him at that time. He was not in the right state of mind.
"John!" I shouted at him, and that's the time he regained back his senses.
"Sorry, Bella." He asked for an apology.
But instead of answering him, I ran outside with tears in my eyes. I ran down the small alley to look for the old woman. I want to end this story already. I'm not happy anymore. He's not John anymore. But the old woman wasn't there and I just got mad at myself for wishing him to be real. I want a real John, not John from my story. Everything was getting insane.
Then I saw the lady who warned me not to use the diary.
"Hey! You know something about the diary right?" I asked her while walking towards her.
"You have used it already. There is no turning back. The book has a curse, but your wishes will only put you in misery. I'm done with that, and now I'm always running away from the hell I have created." She explained.
"But how to stop it?" I asked.
"Death. Only death can stop the curse. Kill your fantasy man or else......he will kill you." She explained.
Fear shivered down my spine as I heard her explanations.
"No way! I can't paint my hands with someone's blood. That's absurd! Do you want me to live behind the bars?"
"Take it or leave it. The man I have wished almost killed me and I almost killed him. But he's still alive, and my curse hasn't ended yet. So if you want to live a peaceful life, kill him and end your fantasy. I should have not created John, and now my life is miserable."
I was shocked by the name she has mentioned.
"Wait. John? It's the same name I have wished to be real. The man in my fiction story." I told her.
"So we're both writers. Yes, I was. But it all ended now. I'm Jelliane, and you are?"
"No way Jelliane, you're not real either."
Jelliane, the fiance of John who died in a car accident has risen back to life.
I left right away after hearing her name and my mind was filled with thoughts and worries. The people I have encountered were the characters in my story. I don't know whom to believe anymore. And I can't just kill John to end this fantasy story. That's totally insane.
I ran back home to check on John and think of something to end the story through the diary. I went out at night to breathe fresher air as things were suffocating me at home. And when I passed by our neighbor's building, the guard called me. The building was tita Martha's house, the aunt of John, the place where John had his vacation in my story.
"Mam, sir John wants to talk with you. He's at the rooftop." The guard said.
What the hell is happening here? I asked myself.
Everything was getting insane. The next building story has become real. When I entered the house, tita Martha welcomed me and kissed me on my cheek. She urged me to go upstairs as John was waiting for me.
On the rooftop I found John standing with his back facing against me. He slowly turned to face me and I saw my diary in his hand. Goosebumps were all over my body and I wished to end the fantasy story very soon.
"You have read it," I told him.
"Yes, I have read everything Bella, or should I say, Jane." His face was mad with a clinching jaw and his other hand was forming a fist.
I walked towards him and explained the situation.
"Hey, listen to me. You are not real, everything is not real, I just made you and I wished to be real, and that's why you're here....through that diary." I exclaimed.
"And now you're planning to get rid of me."
Sh*t. The only word I uttered. Perhaps he has read the story about my conversation with Jelliane. Whether her story was real or not, I need to do something to end everything.
John pinned me at the edge of the parapet. A grimace of pain was painted on his face and my heartbeat paced so fast.
"I had loved you, Bella. And now you are planning to kill me?" Said, John.
"But you're not real, and you have changed John. You are not the caring and loving John anymore. And getting rid of you is the only way to end this fantasy story." I cried.
"No! You have changed Bella. You are not the sweet and cheerful Bella anymore. And whether this is real or not, I love.....
...to live in this world."
John strangled my neck and slowly pushed my body out of the parapet. Just a few more pushes and I will fall. I begged him to spare my life but he completely turned into a monster.
He tilted his body to reach my face and he kissed me on my lips.
"Sweet dreams Bella." And he pushed me hard out of the roof.
"John!!!!" I shouted.
I was falling and all the happy memories with John flashed in my mind. The 12 days with him and the sequel story. All will vanish very soon.
Jelliane's voice echoed in my mind.
"Kill him, or he will kill you."
I was too weak to kill him. Only one needed to remain alive. And before my body crashed to the ground, I saw John with a winning face. He won. My body crashed on the ground and I bathed in my own blood. He threw my diary out and it landed beside me. I still have weak pulses and I heard the loud sounds of serine. Before the rescuer picked me up, I was able to touch the diary and I uttered weakly...
"I wish I could gain back my real life."
I was in between life and death and the rescuer carried me to the ambulance on a stretcher. They executed first aids but my signs of life started to diminished. The rescuer snatched the defibrillator and sent shocks through my heart. A loud alarming noise panicked inside the ambulance.
My heartbeat stopped.....
And I abruptly rose from lying....
I was sweating and was out of breath. I touched my chest and exclaimed...
"That was just a dream!" And I saw myself lying on my bed.
I hurriedly jumped out of my bed to look for John and Rusty. But there were no signs of them, and everything seemed normal. Everything was just a dream. I felt a great sigh of relief and threw my body on the sofa. Tears started to fall.
"I'm alive....everything was just a dream." I cried.
But something came to my mind. I looked for the diary and only saw my old one. I picked it up and I went out to confirm if everything was normal. I ran to my neighbor's building, the supposed to be a house of John's aunt. And as I approached the guard, I asked....
"Guard, do you know me?" The guard was confused and said, "Yes...(with a big pause) ...you're our neighbor." I was relieved when I heard his response.
But I was curious and so I asked.
"By any chance, is there someone named John living in this building?" The guard didn't answer and someone emerged from the door.
"Are you looking for me?" A man with the same character as John appeared.
F*ck. The only word I uttered.
I ran and ran, away from John. Without looking back I crossed the road and continued to run.
I was hit by the car and my body flew into the air and crashed on the ground. Once again, I found myself bathing in my own blood.
Jelliane's voice echoed in my mind.
"There's no turning back. Kill him, or he will kill you."
Someone approached my dying body and picked up the diary.
"Why did you run to death.... (It was John's voice)