I have to warn everyone, this is my first fanfic I've actually ever posted, so I don't exactly know how this all works yet. xD Anyways, enjoy the story! Disclaimer: I do not own The Forbidden Game, this is only a continuation of what could have happened after the last book.


It had been 3 years since Julian died. Jenny and her friends graduated high school, and Tom and her had gone to college. Just two months into their second year of college, Tom asked Jenny to marry him. She said yes, of course, after all they'd been through, why wouldn't she? But it wasn't just that, she had loved him, ever since they kissed behind those bushes and gotten detention.

So they got married.

Jenny picked out an elegant dress made of silk and finery. The day she walked down the isle was the best day of her life. "Tom and Jenny Locke", it said on the tags of the many gifts sent to their new apartment. Jenny sighed softly, then smiled a little.

She set the package down, leaving it on the recliner for Tom to open when he got home from work. Jenny grabbed her keys to the new Traverse her mom got her. Before Jenny went through the door, she looked down at her right ring finger. On it was the golden circlet Julian had given her when they played the first game, when he caught her at the dance, and when he had died. "I am my only master." She said. It was a sort of ceremonial thing she always did when leaving the apartment, and Tom didn't mind. He understood. Jenny knew that Julian's death had scarred her somehow, and so did Tom.

Julian had challenged Jenny's wits, only then, at the last game, Jenny realized he'd also strengthened her. He'd given her the will to love stronger than anything and also... to think. About what? Julian obviously.

Jenny knew there was some little, miniscule part, inside her that missed Julian. Craved him. She knew, at the same time, that when Julian died, he teared her apart. Jenny walked through the door, locking it behind her. She walked down two flights of stairs and out into the parking lot, immediately seeing the black Chevy Traverse in a spot about 20 feet to her left. Jenny pushed the 'Unlock' button, and went to the car, climbing in and putting the key in the ignition.

She put on her seatbelt and looked in the mirrors, then, seeing the way was clear, pulled out. Jenny cleared the parking lot in two seconds, since it was very small, and made her way to the highway. She flipped on the truck's stereo, then went to her favorite station. Jenny settled down in her seat and turned on Cruise.

Rain started to ping against her windshield and windows, blurring the road in its watery mess. Jenny turned on the low setting for her wiper blades, then let her mind wander. The memory of Julian's blue eyes came to her mind, swallowing her focus and making her think about him totally. His touch as he kissed her, his soft hair, that voice she'd never hear again... all memories threatened to choke her, but she kept her eyes on the road and held back her tears.

Jenny flipped on the right turn signal suddenly and pulled into an exit, pulling into a town. She drove aimlessly for an hour and finally stopped in a dirt road, away from civilization by a couple miles. This was going to be one of her bad days, she knew. Ever since she and Tom had gotten married, ever since their glorious honeymoon, she'd been having bad days where guilt over Julian dying would overwhelm her and make her sob until she couldn't anymore. Tom didn't know Jenny had these days. No, nobody did.

She rested her head on the steering wheel and cried, letting the salty, warm tears wash down her face in a never-ending stream. "Julian... Julian..." Jenny let the waves of oncoming depression tumble over her and continued mumbling his name. She finally couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed the army knife she kept in the glove compartment. Jenny flipped her wrist up and flicked out the knife, moving her other hand to her light tan wrist and dug somewhat deep with the blade.

Jenny didn't hit the vein, no, she didn't want to die yet. But she did cut deep enough into the skin that it bled like a small stream. The pain was like a sort of release, taking out all of the depression and pain in a river of blood. She sighed and cut again, then again. Until a few good sized cuts were in her wrist. She stopped cutting when the blood ran down her arm and onto her jeans. It stained, darkening the already almost-black fiber of her pants.

Jenny swore and wiped the bloody knife on her pants, flipping it closed and sticking it back in her glove compartment. "Damn it.." She whispered in fury. Pressing her bleeding wrist to her pants, she gritted her teeth and used the other hand to rip off a section of her shirt, tying it as tight as she could around the self-inflicted wound. Sniffling a little, she tightened the knot using her teeth and wiggled her fingers a little, feeling them get tingly at the blood loss.

Though it was not a lot of blood, it still caused a difference in the feeling of Jenny's fingers. She turned up the volume of the radio until it blasted her ears, putting both hands on the steering wheel and taking a deep breath. "I am my only master." Jenny repeated to herself. Adjusting the steering wheel height and the rear-view mirror, she pushed down on the gas pedal and drove back onto the road.


I know, kind of unexpected, huh? Still, this is only the beginning. Leave a review, tell me what you thought! Thanks! ;D