This was it. all she had to do was kick the chair out from under her and it would be over. she left a small note telling them it wasn't their fault, no matter how true it was. this was it. it would all be over soon. She was scared, but in the end, she kicked the chair away. Quickly she regretted this, gasping for air and clawing at the rope, her feet swinging looking for something to support her and take the weight off her neck. But there was nothing to support her, and she died there, her body hanging from a rope in her room, only to be found by her horrified parents later that night.

 She couldn't go back now. It was all over. She was dead, gone, suddenly as a bright light appeared and she felt her soul leave her body. And then she woke up. 

Jenna woke up in what seemed to be the room of a young boy. Something felt familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Being the calm collected person she is, she panicked. Nothing made sense, where was she? Why was she there? Wasn't she supposed to be dead? Nothing added up, that is, until he woke up to the loud ranting from Jenna, who was pacing around the room. 

"Jenna?" he said, confused, probably thinking it was a dream. Jenna immediately stopped and turned to see a shocked and tired Harry sitting up in bed, confused. "H- Harry?! Please pinch yourself, cause I can't seem too!" she half-yelled looking at her transparent hands. 

"What the- What are you doing in my room?! What- What is going on?!" "I'm supposed to be dead! I'm not supposed to be here I'm supposed to be burning in hell!" 

"Jenna- hold on, what do you mean you're supposed to be dead?" Jenna suddenly has a look of realization on her face "I-I" she collapses into a chair and begins to cry "I- I ended it... I killed myself... I'm an idiot I-" she says between sobs, looking down"Wait... you killed yourself?! Then how are you here, what are you doing in my bedroom?" he s, ays, whisper-yelling as to not wake up his parents. "How the hell am I supposed to know?!" Harry took a deep breath and tried to calm down, as it didn't seem Jenna would be doing that anytime soon. "So... let me get this straight... you killed yourself, then mysteriously woke up in my room as a cliche, blue, transparent ghost" Jenna stopped her pacing and turned to look at him. "Sounds about right"

"So this is what lucid dreaming feels like."