Jenny.

She was all I could ever think of.

"Jenny...," I whispered.

I am scared to open my eyes because I may not see her in front of me.

"Jenny...," I called out again, this time a bit louder. I can hear shouts from afar and voices fast approaching. 

I have to open my eyes and see what is happening around me.

But I am scared...

Jenny was laying on her side a few feet behind me. I could see movement making me breathe a sigh of relief. She positioned herself to sit as people began to crowd around her. From where I was standing, she seemed to have no visible injuries. "Thank God," I muttered.

Just then, several people came running towards me.

"Can they see me?" I asked out loud.

"No," answered someone.

I felt a presence beside me and a slight shiver in the air. It was Charles.

"Where have you been? Do you know how scared I was when I coul