A/N: Hello, everyone! Welcome to my first fic! I really do hope you enjoy it, and, don't forget to review! :)
Gone.
He's gone.
James left her. Meowth, too. Now, she's alone. Why did he do this? She thought he was happy. Yes, she did hurt him, but she loved him. She had told him that she loved him many, many times. Did he not believe her? Did he think she was lying?
"It's all your fault," she hisses at herself in the mirror. Oh, how she wants to punch the glass and shatter her reflection. She narrows her eyes, her lips curling backwards into a snarl. "It's your fault that your alone."
She reaches for the item sitting on the edge of the sink - a knife. She only uses it when she desperately needs it, which is, actually, quite often. She picks the weapon up and takes off her long black glove, revealing an arm littered with large, red, ugly marks.
Her lips twitch into a smile. She did this. She gave herself these marks. She is in control of her own pain. No one else.
She lifts the knife up and presses the sharp blade to her arm, before dragging it across. She bites down at her bottom as pain explodes inside her. This doesn't stop her, though. This only makes her crave the physical pain even more. She makes more marks, each deeper than the previous.
She smiles as she watches the blood spill from the self inflicted wounds, drip into the sink. Finally, she is done. Finally, the bad thought have gone away. Finally, she is safe.
After cleaning up, she puts her glove back on before exiting the bathroom. A knock at the door startles her. Part of her hopes and prays that it is him. That he came back to apologise. That he came back to stay.
But, of course, she is left disappointed when all who greet her is a stupid grunt.
"The Boss wants to see you," the guy says.
She forced herself to put on a brave face, though, deep inside, she's scared. Terrified, to be exact. What will the Boss do to her? Will he fire her? She's useless, now, that she has no partners. What would she do if he fired her? She wouldn't be able to make it out on her own. This has been her only home for as long as she can remember. She has no other place to go.
"I'll be there in a minute," she tells him, and closes the door on his face.
She wishes he was here. If he was, she wouldn't be so scared about seeing the Boss. Actually, she'd feel braver. Much braver.
So, with that as her final thought, she exits her room and begins the long walk to the Boss' office.
:::
"Well, well, well," a deep, gruff voice says, causing a shiver to race up her spine. "What do we have here? Little miss Jessica…"
She shifts uneasily in her seat. Her fingers grip the arms of the chair. She chews at her bottom lip and averts her eyes from his dark gaze.
"What did you want from me, sir?" she asks softly. He narrows his eyes at her, and slams a fist down on the desk, causing her to jump.
"What the hell do you think I want you for?" he shouts.
She chews at her lower lip and looks away. Her heart hammers against her chest as fear washes over her. She's sick with fear. She's not one to break down or show stove emotions, but, right now, she is truly scared. When the Boss gets mad, he gets mad. Like, pissed. More mad than she has ever seen anyone get in her life. And, when he's mad, one had better watch out.
She fishers in her seat. "I'm sorry!" she suddenly cries. "Really, I am! Please don't fire me!"
He laughs loudly, and the sound sends chills down her spine. "Oh, Jessica. No." He laughs loudly gain. "I was just going to punish you."
"P – Punish me, sir?" She manages to squeak out, pure fear washing through her veins.
"Yes," he replies, nodding his head. "Punish you. You understand what you did wrong, correct? You understand how you failed me?"
She can feel tears sting her eyes, but she somehow managed to nod. He we darkly, and proceeds to take off his jacket.
"N – No!" she pleads desperately, jumping up from her seat. Her eyes flash with ear. "Don't do this, sir!" She can feel hot tears going to slide down her cheeks. "please, sir! Do anything you want to me, anything you want! But, please, it this!"
"Silence, stupid girl!" he snaps, and stalks over to her. She swallows hard. He pushes her roughly to the wall, kneeing her in the stomach.
She cries out and doubles over, holding onto her aching stomach that will surely be bruised tomorrow. He continues to punch and kick her, until she is laying in a bruised and bloodied mess.
She faintly hears him call for someone to come in. She closes her eyes tight against the aching pain. She can feel cold, strong arm lift her up, tearing off her clothes, before everything turns black.
:::
She wakes up hours later in her own bed, still dressed in her uniform. She yawns, and, when she goes to stretch, she finds out that her entire body aches. She groans in pain, but manages to push herself up off the bed and make her way into the bathroom.
She stares at herself in the mirror. She has a large, ugly bruise sitting just below her right eye. No worries, though; it can easily be covered with makeup. She brings trembling fingers up to it, and presses her fingertips gently onto it. She wines as pain washes through her veins.
She proceeds to take off her glove, and pull her knife from her pocket. She presses e blade to her scarred skin, and begins to slash away at her skin.
Laughter bubbles inside her throat. She's a mess. How did her life become like this? What would others think if they found out that the supposedly strong Jessie is actually a weak, broken little girl?
Once done, she cleans up her mess, climbs into bed, and falls into a fitful, uneasy sleep, dreaming of her two best friends and what once was.