*Disclaimer* I don't own people… I don't make money… so just leave me the hell alone…
Somedays… some odd days… all of the days, Jack wanted to die. She wanted to take a blade, and slice her body into pieces, just to ease the pain, just to stop the tears… to stop the hurt. God, the pain… that was what hurt the most. Physical, fine, she could grit her teeth and go on, but tears… the sadness, it was like nothing she knew. It was nothing she could understand and it destroyed everything good she ever had. Jack cradled her favorite knife in her hand. She had stolen it from Riddick a long time ago… she only wished she could use it.
" Please, don't."
She turned around to see Jamie's worried face. She adored Jamie, she really loved him for what he was. Demon… evil spirit as he was, he was sweet and loyal like a puppy. He was beautiful to see, and he made her happier when she was her lowest. He never left her side if he could help it. " I wasn't going to…"
Jamie laughed sadly. " You and Monoxide are all I have… if I lose you, I have my brother." He smirked. " You're going to leave me with him?"
" Never, Jamie, never." She quieted and put down the knife. " You… you didn't tell me that Jaxxsin punishes me when I…" She stopped and looked back at the knife. " You know."
He sighed, ashamed. " I did not know…"
Jack kissed his cheek. " It's not your fault… I should be stronger…"
" Jack… you are doing good… you don't do it now…"
She laughed. " I only destroy myself other ways. Do I have friends, family?"
" We are your friends, your family…" He defended quietly, his dark eyes gazing into hers.
Jack sighed. " I know, but I can't… love you like I loved…" Riddick, say his name… you love him… admit it…
Jamie rubbed the back of his neck. " We can not replace love, nor happiness… but we can be there for you when you need us. Isn't that what people are supposed to do?"
Jack laughed quietly. " You're right, Jamie, you're right." She walked over to her window. She was standing in her room, staring out the window as the water bounced off the glass. Six years she had been alone. She had never seen Riddick since then, but her heart ached to see him one more time…
Note: I don't give a damn if you review, I'm depressed, I want to die, and if you're review, great, if you don't, fuck off. I don't care, I don't want to write anymore… I just don't care… oh yeah… this is a sequel… sorry for the bad mood, tonight is a very bad mood… Maybe I'll be better later… just whatever… I don't know, review, don't… I don't care. - Saphrin