Possession [EN]

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Spirit Possession - psychokinetic control of the behavior of a living thing or natural object by a spiritual being.


Jenna 2.07.13 

It was Tuesday when we buried him. His whole family was devastated along with colleagues and childhood friends. Especially Harry was rooted to his spot beside Josh's mum. His arms hung loose to his sides and overall composure screamed agony. Despite the tragic pose from beneath too long hair dry cheeks appeared. We locked eyes when casket came to stop in the ground. I sighed at the sight of his pupils. He was totally out of it.


Harry 2.07.13 

It was Tuesday when we buried him. I came back to my place shorty after the dinner at Josh's house. There were people patting my arm while holding Jenna's hand. Like we were equal in this lose. Words failed me while she accepted condolences. I sneaked out upstairs to take my twenty quid back because I was strapped for cash. Jenna took me by my arm with one foot outside the doorstep.
“Keep yourself together”, she whispered. “ I hope you will come to grief with whatever it is that you're doing”. I chuckled realizing the double meaning. She sent me a dead glare.
“Goodbye” I said with a smirk still on my face. Back then when we thought we would never see each other again.


Jenna 24.09.13 

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. At first a complacent smile stretched my sleep deprived features but then my heart missed a beat. I lived alone. Josh is dead. I grabbed his baseball bat which had found its place under the bed years ago and crept downstairs only to see Harry over the stove. This was followed by screams at him and being overly foulmouthed to quote.
“Seat yourself and eat”, was what I heard in response. I took a deep breath to start yelling again when I noticed the tray of food. A plate, coffee with cinnamon stick in it and grape juice. Horoscope torn out from the paper under my favourite mug. “Annja.” he added with soft tone.
“What kind of sick game are you playing? Explain yourself!” I demanded while struggling to keep my tears from welling up. I had no idea what could be the source of knowledge speaking about all these things and my secret nickname used solely by Josh.
“It's me, Annja” He caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. It was too early in the morning and too soon after the funeral for me to question it.


Harry 24.09.13 

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. It took me a while to recognize Josh’s kitchen. I hardly ever visited him, if so staying in the sitting room. Not to mention I had no practice in making pancakes whatsoever. The insides of my arms were awfully white and immaculate which was rather an infrequent circumstance. It didn't do much when I started to hoist myself up. I leaned on the counter almost falling down again taking the plate full of Nutella covered pancakes with me. I started at them waiting for some kind of explanation which was never to come. Instead of it Jenna entered a square-shaped interior. Mental battle of which was more unexpected broke through in my brain.
“What are you doing here?” I enquired. She looked startled.
“What do you think? I brought you here. And made you breakfast, “ she snapped back immediately. I decided not to dig deeper and started searching for my phone. Like usual, it was nowhere in an eyesight “What day is it?”
“Twenty-fourth.”
I fell asleep Tuesday the nineteenth.


Jenna 03.11.13 

I went to the park nearby; Josh's favourite contemplation place. The bench we used to sit on was apparently some new hip place for taggers. I swept my hand over it and sat down to collect my morals like it was three years before all over again. Sometimes we came here together only to have someone to walk all the way back. While he was taking his time I was reading, he gave me privacy of my thoughts while listening to music. I was here to make pros and cons list as dumb as it might sound. I felt like I was left with no other option. Right as if on cue Harry's ID flashed on my mobile screen. I hesitated before tapping the answer button.
“Jenna, I think I'm going crazy.” I swallowed the thick lump in my throat but it was nothing compared to the sobs he was choking on.

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