Task Two - Jack's P.O.V (The Spider)

Why was I such an idiot? 

Sometimes I wondered why Jill stuck around. She wouldn't be sticking around after this. Her body laying broken in the middle of the street... though technically it had been her own fault. I mean she was the one who jumped in front of the car. Hardly my fault. I threw the spider at her sure, she was the one who leaped away from it though! I mean come on, who’s really that scared of a spider? A tiny lil’ thing.

Her face when it fell from the Vanity mirror! God it was funny. She screamed and squirmed, tears flooded from my eyes. The car began to swerve, that’s when it stopped being funny, but only for a moment of course. When we had the car pulled over safely, Jill leaped from the car, wriggling her body as if she had been electrocuted or a David Bowie song had come on in a night club. Definitely the funniest thing I’d seen in a while. Course Jill didn’t really look at it that way. I did try and tell her it was just a fake, even threw the damn thing at her so she could see. But she threw her body backwards and oopsie, what do you know? A car hit her!

So standing over her now, I don’t feel all that guilty. Jill knows I’m a bit of a dunce. Doing stupid things. She always forgives me. This time would be absolutely no different right?

I mean after all… It was only a joke. 

Task Two - Jill's P.O.V (The Spider)

It's the sound of the heart monitor that brings me back. The faint droning of a weak heartbeat, far too slow, yet somehow loud enough to wake me. Everything hurts. My lungs burn as I breathe in. The smell of disinfectant and cleaning products wraps around my nose, clutching on and refusing to let go. Beneath my body I can feel a hard mattress pressing against my spine and I twitch uncomfortably.

The room is overwhelmingly bright, lights tower over me and I can't help but squint a few times before my eyesight becomes slightly clearer. I'm lying on a bed. The room I'm in is horribly plain, white walls with no pictures, a window with a crooked blind and only the only sound is my heart bouncing across the walls. Nevertheless my eyes lock on to the only thing that truly matters. He was perching in front of me. His head is facing downwards and I can see that his normally confident body posture is now hunched and small.

I want to reach out to him but something stops me. I cast my head to the side to further investigate my surroundings, when I see a bedside table. On the table there is a bunch of flowers with a label hanging loosely around them. Jack doesn't like buying expensive flowers, hence he's always buying me flowers from the petrol station. Who said romance was dead? I smile slightly at his gesture when my eyes focus on the label.

'It was only a joke,' It reads. I freeze. The world around me seems to fall away and I suddenly I'm tumbling back, reeling away from the hospital room and back into my car with Jack pestering me to eat his chocolate.

I despised it when he did this. Jack was always doing this, always playing ridiculous jokes on me and never thinking twice about the consequences. And I, silly old Jill, always somehow forgave him. Though I don't know where I found the strength to. He's been a complete idiot... but who am I to turn down a piece of chocolate? 

 We were smiling, giggling like loons, it reminded me of how our relationship was before. Then I pulled the Vanity Mirror down and all at once everything changed. Chaos rained down on me as a black spider fell onto my lap. I screamed, my hands instantly shot off the stirring wheel and the car was thrown to the side of the road. I could hear Jack beside me, attempting to calm me down. I sprang from the car, clawing at my skin, tearing any traces of it away. 

'Calm down! It's fake, it's a toy," The spider flew towards me and I jumped back. I felt it, metal plunged into my ribs, the bonnet catapulted me forward like a doll. 

Blood. 

"You arsehole!" I scream hurling the flowers towards him.

"Jill, babe, it was only a joke, I never meant for you to get hurt,"

"I almost died! You made me jump in front of a car, what the hell is the matter with you?"

"It was only a jo-"

"Get out!" I howl at him, pointing at the doorway like a mad woman. "Turn around... and don't you ever come back,"

I glare at him now, the man who I once loved, and feel nothing but rage.

Alphabet Story - Task 1

Arachnophobia, oh they won't harm you love, it's just a spider!
But it's not just a spider is it? My life is on the line.
Creepy crawlers with a dozen eyes constantly followed me wherever I would go... I loathed them.
Dreaming, ha! Forget dreaming, sleeping is near impossible when I know that a spider is on the loose.
Enraged I usually am, because no one understands! They called me over dramatic, delusional and theatrical!
Frightened and fear causing my spine to tingle, it's like they know I'm scared of them! They frighten me on purpose.
Goodbye spiders! I screamed as I twirled the bug spray around my room.
Hello, spider-less room, I have longed for you for so very long.
Irregular heartbeat, the feel of furry legs scuffling over my skin, bolted up out my sheets and took off!
Jumped, dodged, and dived! Ran, bounded, hid! Quickly, quickly, they aren't far... but then again they never are.
Knowing them they've already multiplied, tripled, quadrupled.
Leg it! Leg it! Leg it! I ran for the door but alas, a stick thin creeper perched on a string waited for me.
Mum stared at me, bewildered, darling you are ever so dramatic! No mother, I am not dramatic, I am on the precipice of my demise!
Never escaping their entanglement, imagine a life wrapped in their web.
Obsessed with them I know I am... Yet I will never be content with them around!
Perhaps one day when I am old and grey, I would look back fondly and smile at my zest to destroy these creatures, however today is not that day.
Quietly, ever so quietly, they tip toe around me.
Run little girl run! They howled and off I popped, scrambled over my floor, scrambled over my settee, scrambled and hid in plain sight.
Scared as a new born kitten that has just faced a German Shepard; I've always been terrified of them.
Tut,tut,tut, Mum sighed in a pitied manor for the seventh thousand time in my life.
Under my bed is my last  hiding resort, squished in between the boxes and folders, cradled between the wall and my... wait what was it that crawling on my leg?
Vatican Cameos! I flopped to the floor like a dead fish! Any sign of the enemy so far?
Where are those crafty buggers, always lurked around the corner or tucked away in a small crack in the wall, blooming crafty buggers.
X-ray them, probe them, just please take them away!
Yesterday I spotted a money spider on my shoulder, I panicked of course and Mum said that the money spider was meant to be good luck... No, Mother, no.
Zoos are nice, zoos have lovely animals like tigers and elephants, not demon eyed spiders, and therefore I love them.