Corpse Party - Tortured Souls [Read Description]

Multiple Separation [Part 5 - Jackie's Horrific Experience]

A lamp flickered by the table near the bed, which revealed a pen moving by itself. Jackie longed to move, to run out the room, away from the terror about to happen, to find Swift, and help her find her piece, then to search for an exit. But she could not. She was forced to remain still. She then heard a voice, which echoed through the room. Its main source seemed to come from the table.
"Once summer break starts, let's all take a trip together."
Blood began to sprawl over the walls, flowing in from the gaps in the walls, as it began to spread, running down the walls from the gaps. Laughter and giggles from little children soon followed, and one by one, stains of blood were splattered onto the door, in the shape of the childrens' hands. The marks kept appearing, the sound of splattering overpowering the laughter, until the door was completely covered in blood, and no gap was left untouched. Shaking in fear, Jackie kept staring. She squinted her eyes shut, praying for someone, anyone, to help her.
A chair was being pulled up to Jackie's bed, the legs screeching against the floor. Jackie jolted, and she opened her eyes, greeted by the same voice from the table.
"Sacchan...Did you come to pick me up?" On cue, a swarm of darkness, in the colours of purple and black, rose from the ground, which - to Jackie's surprise - revealed a pair of eyes. They stared coldly at her, and repeated the same word. "Sacchan... Sacchan..." The eyes grew wider, and for the third time, the voice repeated the same word: "Sacchan..." The eyes disappeared, leaving only the darkness, as it swarmed its place around Jackie. She felt a strangling sensation around her throat, like she couldn't breathe.
Just at that time, Swift gasped, and she wondered at what could be happening. Was Jackie okay? Is she resting up fine? "Jackie...?" she muttered to herself. Hearing the sound of splattered guts from behind her, she turned round, but it was not pleasant what she saw: Jackie's body sliced in half, her intestines sprawling out from her lower half. The sight of her upper half was nowhere to be seen, only her lower half, with blood staining her skirt, drooling down her legs. Some of the blood was spitting out of her body onto the floor, joining the other stains of blood amongst the wooden floor. Swift screamed in horror, sinking to her knees, and bellowed Jackie's name out into the open, believing that what she saw was the real Jackie... or rather, the remains of Jackie's murdered body. "JACKIE!"
Jackie heard the scream, once again able to move her body. "Swift!" she screams, waving the darkness away from her, watching it vanish... only for it to re-form the image of a monster. With quick instinct, Jackie grabbed the chair, throwing it towards the image. It would have hurt the monster, had the chair not have flung straight through the body without leaving so much as a bruise mark. Shocked, she ran to the door, only to discover that in the process of the spreading blood, the door had barricaded itself in strand after strand of hair.
"Hair?" She was undoubtedly shocked by the choice of using hair, but again, the voice cried the same word:
"Sacchaann..."
Determined to escape, Jackie held her nerves, and began clawing at each strand with all her might. Slowly, the image formed by the darkness drew closer, grinning at the sound of Jackie's terrified screams. But not once did Jackie care. All she could focus on was escaping from this cursed room. At last, she saw a gap, pushing it to the side. The door! It was the door!
"Where are you going, Sacchan?" the voice repeated. Jackie looked at the image, but this time, red streaks stained the image's eyes, and it spoke again. This time, different words. "Come over here..." Pushing the door open with all her might, Jackie tripped over her own feet, falling to the ground outside, helpless to the haunted image. "Come over here..." it spoke again, before slowly vanishing. Jackie planted her face into the wooden floor, sobbing. Looking ahead, she saw a person sat by a desk, staring at the wood. She ran over, believing the body to be Swift's. But the body was pushed to the floor. A dead one at that. Its once-empty mouth was now sprawling with worms, blood staining the old clothes. Jackie sunk to her knees, a feeling of throwing up powering through her body. When she looked behind, a little girl in a red dress, with long, black hair, and pale skin, grinned at her. As she grinned, blood spewed from her mouth. She couldn't take it anymore... until...
"Jackie!" Swift's voice bellowed, as she was running towards her. The little girl vanished, and the feeling in Jackie's body became too much, as she forced the sickness out of her system.
"Jackie! Are you okay?"
But when Jackie spoke, anger had taken over her. "Why didn't you come back sooner?! You said you would be right back! I was almost killed just now! 'Always together' my ass! You left me all alone here, put me through all this-"
"Jackie, how could you say that?!" Swift replied back. "That's-"
"Enough! What's with you, always smirking the way you do?!"
Swift slowly rose to her feet. "I only wanted you to rest for a bit... And yet... No! Jackie would never say such a thing like that!" And at that, Swift ran off, crying.
"Swift!" Jackie tried to call after her. But it was too late. Swift was too far away for her to hear Jackie. Drenched in her own tears.
But Jackie had never meant to shout at Swift.
What was it that made her shout?