The second Jennifer stepped outside the bathroom Sylvia begun to demand her to do all sorts of meaningless tasks. Jennifer had enough and pointed her finger towards her mother and begun to vent her frustration right then and there saying how dull and meaningless her life was and how much better her previous life had been. Why and how did her mother become such a whore? She didn't know, but Jennifer sure did told her that, with very aggressive and angry tone. Screaming, hitting her foot on the ground and calling her mother with all the horrible and awful names she could call her. Even Mary slowly raised her eyebrow as Jennifer's anger had woken her up from her hangover sleep. Jennifer kept going, screaming how she felt meaningless and slammed her hand to the chair to express how much she hated her life. The almost twenty minute rant stopped the moment Jennifer put her hands on her mouth as she realized what she had just done.
No amount of apologies would fix this as Sylvia was crying like a child. Looking confused, angry and even sad. The words had gone deep inside her mother's skin. Sylvia could only run outside. Away from her lunatic daughter while only wearing a black hoodie and slamming the door behind her. Mary tumbled to the living room while holding her head and asked from Jennifer how long she had bottled her emotions. Jennifer knew that the next day was going to be awful, no not even that, a word in dictionary couldn't describe what was going to happen the next time Jennifer woke up. She asked from her grandma what should she do in a hypothetical situation if she had a curse and kept getting younger and younger. Sadly for Jennifer, Mary was too tired to even think those kind of thoughts as they were too complex for her grandma's simple mind. Jennifer thought about her actions as the next morning would lead her to possibly even worse timeline than this one. Jennifer knew that what she just did was wrong but her small brain couldn't handle the stress that had accumulated from every jump. She had a lifeline at her disposal as she looked at her grandma. The tears still running from Jennifer's eyes as the fear of unknown circumstances was looming over her head. She had twelve hours to fix her mistake or just go down further with the rollercoaster. Jennifer couldn't even grasp how dark the end of the line was going to be as the rollercoaster carts took off from from the station.