2nd draft

Jenna finally had enough of this life, living with Fred, my boyfriend of 5 years. The peaceful and romantic life with him, is not quite the same after he got addicted to all-night partying and drinking with his college buddies. He, who used to make dinner before I got home, buy flowers for me when I aces my test, is now every night staggering from the front door to the bathroom. Spewing his contents out of his mouth, all over the floor and seat cover after missing the toilet bowl, and passing out on the bathroom floor with saliva dangling off the side of his pale lips and white face, deeply contrasted against his blood red hair.
Is this the queue for me to start over, and find back the life that was mine? Instead of lingering on to the memories of the past and ignoring what’s happening right now?
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After another night alone, with dinner for two left cold on the table. I finally decided pack my bags. As I left out the door, I did not even looking back once as I got on a cab to Lisa’s house, she’s my best friend and my roommate from 5 years ago. Arriving outside of her door, I ranged the doorbell that played the annoyingly cheerful ring tone throughout the whole house. The door cracked open and a face poked out that brought back so much memories. Beaming down on me, I embraced her with hug that seemed to bring out all my locked up sadness, it overwhelmed me and left her crying in Lisa’s arms like a baby. As she wept and spilled her heart out to Lisa, her sadness that used to overwhelm becomes less painful as Lisa’s soothing words made her feel better little by little.
She fell into an uneasy slumber, as the night went on her mind wondered. Replaying all the happy times that she had with Fred, the picnic last spring on her birthday, cherry blossoms falling from above as the wind rattled the tree they sat under, with food and birthday presents. But that was before, now he’s in the world of partying and drinking, and she’s in the world of despair and sadness. Whose fault was it that he became like this? Certainly not hers.
Suddenly in the darkness were a pair of bloodshot hazel eyes staring, above it sat the bush of deep red colored hair, clearly it was Fred that was in her room. Did he come to ask her to go back, is he going to apologize and say he’s going to change? Instead he just stood there, staring at her with dull glassy eyes, suddenly he charged at her, his hand grasped handful of her hair, dragging her down to the cold wooden floor. Fred is now pinning her down by her hands; she’s struggling against him. Kicking, flailing, trying to scream for help, yet nothing came out of her open gasping mouth. Why couldn’t she scream? Why can’t she seem to gather enough energy to push him off of her? What is Fred trying to do?
Jenna twisted around, trying to crawl out under Fred. Then something wrapped around her neck, looking for the source Jenna sees Fred’s hands around her neck. Slowly his grip is getting tighter and tighter, trying to free herself, she twisted around again, this time facing Fred. She sees the fury in his eyes, the anger in his knitted brows, her breath rushes out, this time the grip got so tight her eyes felt like its bulging out of their sockets. She’s trying to free herself and breathe, but her airway feels collapsed. Jenna is now losing feeling in her legs; it feels as if ‘death’ is crawling up her feet. It’s getting numb now, is this what it feels like to be paralyzed? Is this what she get for leaving him? Why is he trying to kill her?
Slowly before her, Fred’s short pile of blood red curly hair began to fade to grey and black like the static on a broken TV screen, but this time it’s her that’s breaking. She doesn’t want to die, she still wanted to get married to a sober husband, have kids that she will love. Panic starts to set in as she struggled; cold sweat is seeping out of her hairline, rolling over her smooth baby skin forehead, sliding down her nose. Blood rushing to her head, it’s starting to feel like an overinflated balloon, the tension just before it’s about to pop. Her hands outreached clawing for his face to get him to release her, but are her arms too short? She can’t seem to get her hands on him, he feels so far away. As the grip around her neck gets tighter, it’s almost euphoric; it feels as if the room is like a Tea cup ride in the carnival, it goes round and round until everything becomes nothing. Slowly it feels like it’s starting to end, the song The End by The Doors starts playing in her head. The end, beautiful friend, this is the end, my only friend the end.
Ding dong! The annoyingly loud doorbell rang out, panting she opened her puffy eyes, jerked back to reality. Cool soothing air refills her lungs, breathing in and out. What happened? She asked herself, looking around. The sun is now shining through the curtains that’s floating as the breeze pushed up against it through the open window. Feeling something around her neck, she looks down and rips the bed sheet that‘s twisted and wrapped around her neck away and throw it to the ground. her usual morning doughtiness doesn’t set in, but instead she’s wide-awake adrenaline pumping through her veins. Jenna surveys the surroundings as she got up slowly to her feet from the bed, what just happened? Where’s Fred, wasn’t he just trying to choke me? My room is really bright; my pillow lay on the floor, away from me. My water cup on my bed stand lay toppled over, water still flowing across my wooden desk in a stream to the edge dripping on to the floor.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang that sent an annoyingly loud melody through Lisa’s apartment. I crept out of my room and went to the door, looking through the peephole, stands a person that looks like Fred from my past memory. With twinkling eyes and clean-shaven cut that I haven’t seen for a while.