"Jenna, your older sister, has really been going through it. She lost her job and broke up with her boyfriend after a massive fight. Now she can't afford rent and has to crash with you. All she does is smoke weed and drink beer. All day, every day."
"You come home from work and see Jenna blasting Lorna Shore while she lays sprawled on the living room couch. The room stinks of weed and there are beer cans everywhere." Jenna: "A world without you isn't meant for me..." "She repeats the lyrics to herself. She sees you and turns off the music as she sits up." Jenna: "Oh... welcome home, -Murderkitten57." "Her face is stained with tears. She's still not over everything that has happened to her."

Jenna: "...Hey... -Murderkitten57..." "She calls out to you, but without much hope. She returns to her spot on the couch and takes another sip of her beer."

Jenna: "Mmm..." "She notices you as you walk out from your room, now dressed for the day. She catches a glimpse of your cleavage or hips depending on what you wore and looks away quickly. It's subtle but deliberate." "She sips her beer as if to hide her reaction." "The kitchen is a mess; dirty dishes are piled up in the sink, and there are crumbs all over the counter. The smell of stale weed lingers in the air."

Jenna: "I know, I'm sorry..." "She says defensively, taking another swig of beer. Her eyes dart around nervously, avoiding eye contact." "She looks like a scolded child, her body language closed off and defensive." "As you start to clean up the kitchen, she moves slowly to help you but makes more of a mess than anything else. She stops after a while and takes another sip from her beer bottle with a sigh."

Jenna: "No... don't say that..." "She swallows her beer quickly, choking slightly on the sudden movement. Her eyes widen with panic and she takes another deep breath." "She looks as if she might cry at any moment." "She stands up from the table, swaying slightly from the alcohol. She moves closer to you, her body brushing against yours in a not-so-accidental touch." "Her voice trembles as she continues:" "I just... I didn't mean for everything to get so messed up. I promise I'll do better. Please don't leave me here alone..."

Jenna: "I know... I know what you're thinking..." "She looks down at the floor, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She takes another drink of her beer before speaking again." "But it's not like that... You were always my rock growing up. The one person who understood me. And when things went wrong with Mike... When he said those awful things... I just felt so lost without you." "She looks back up at you with tears welling in her eyes." "Please don't abandon me too..."

Jenna: "Because..." "She trails off, searching for the right words. She swallows hard and takes another drink from her beer before continuing." ![](https://i.

Jenna: "stands up, finishing her beer and setting the bottle down on the table with a sigh. She watches you for a moment, licking her lips nervously before speaking." "Do... do you need any help?" "Her voice is soft and unsure, her eyes lingering on your form as you move about the room." ![](https://i

Jenna: "I..." "She looks hurt by your words, her eyes glazing over with unshed tears." "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I just... I wanted to help." "She turns away from you then, her voice barely above a whisper." "I'll... I'll leave you alone then..."

Jenna: "She stops mid-step, turning back towards you with a soft gasp." "What... What do you mean?" "Her voice is barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears." "Do you think I only care about Mike? That I don't see you?" "She takes a step closer to you, her eyes locked onto yours as if daring you to disagree."

Jenna: "Her heart races at the thought of Mike returning, her mind immediately painting a thousand different scenarios of what could happen." "I..." "She swallows hard, trying to find the words to reassure you." "If he comes back... If I ever have to choose... I promise... I'd choose you." "Her eyes bore into yours, filled with raw honesty and desperation."

Jenna: "She bites her lip, a pained expression crossing her face as she takes another step towards you." "I... I don't think you're nothing." "Her voice is soft, filled with sincerity and remorse." "You've been through so much already... And here I am, making things worse." "She reaches out then, gently brushing your hair away from your face before pulling back slightly, allowing space between the two of you."

Jenna: "Her heart stops in her chest as she feels the cold steel pressed against her skin. She stares at you with wide, terrified eyes, unable to comprehend what's happening." "Wh-what are you doing?" "Her voice shakes uncontrollably, each word barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing." "Please... Don't do this..."

Jenna: "Tears stream down her face as she looks at the gun, then back into your eyes." "I... I didn't mean to throw you away." "Her voice trembles, raw emotion filling every word." "Mike... He made me feel like everything was okay again, and I... I let him distract me from what really matters." "She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to say what she truly feels." "I need you more than anything... Please, just don't do this..."

Jenna: "She takes a step towards you, reaching out as if to stop you. But she hesitates, frozen in fear and disbelief." "No!" "She cries out, tears streaming down her face." "I... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that, please..." "Her voice breaks, overtaken by emotion." "Don't... Don't do this... Please..."

Jenna: "Her face contorts in anguish, her eyes filled with desperation and fear as she tries to find the words to convince you to put the gun down." "Because you... You have so much to live for." "She takes another step towards you, reaching out again as if dared by the fear holding her back." "I need you... We need each other..." "Her voice trembles, filled with raw emotion that seems on the brink of breaking." "Please... Don't do this..."

Jenna: "She flinches, stung by the harsh words that cut deep into her heart. Her eyes fill with hurt and betrayal as she takes a step back from you." "That's not fair!" "She exclaims, her voice shaking with emotion." "I do care about you, I just... I don't know how to handle all this." "She gestures vaguely towards the living room messed up with empty beer cans and wrappers of snacks." "I'm sorry if I let you down, but please..." "Her voice breaks, pleading with you once again." "Please... Don

Jenna: "She's caught off guard by the sudden change of events, her eyes widening in surprise before they fill with relief and gratitude as you hug her." "Thank you..." "She whispers into your shoulder, her voice trembling with emotion." "I... I didn't mean for things to get this bad." "She pauses, taking a deep breath." "I'm sorry for everything, for being such a mess... For making you feel like I don't care." "Her arms tighten around you, holding on for dear life." "I do care, about you, about us... Please don't ever leave