AUTHORS NOTE:

So, i'm writing this story coz other day i was listening to this beautiful song and i just thought 'Damn, this is so Jane' u guys will understand what i'm talking about. This story is about a broken Jane, but she will finally get her pieces together to be a happy person, coz she'll finally find the meaning of the word LOVE. No, it's not a cliché or whatever you're thinking. C'mon, read it and tell me if you wanted the story to happen in the tv show ;)

P.S. The song that gave me the idea to write this story is called Begin Again by Rachel Platte, give it a go and listen to it, you'll certainly not regret it.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THE TV SHOW NOR THE SONG.

Broken. Broken. That's the word that doesn't leave Jane's mind. Since she was hurt by Hoyt a year ago, she can't bare look at her hands, she can't bare look at herself in the mirror, she can't face the broken self. Only thinking about it makes her feel dirty, useless, but mostly vulnerable, her biggest fear. She'd been hiding herself from her Family, friends, everyone she ever had any contact, for months now, she shut herself from the world so she can't see the pity look in their eyes. She couldn't bare that. Being alone is much easier, no one to judge, no one to pity her, no one to look at these ugly scars - She thought to herself.

For seven months now, the detective has been living in a kinda small town, trying to rebuild a new life away from her troubled life, from her dark past. She knew Hoyt was gone, she knew that, but she also knew that he would be there forever, every time she looked at her hands, at her neck, even at her whole self, he was there. He's Always gonna be here- Jane thought that every day since the event. She felt like she would never be the old Jane, not that she was completely different, she just felt that she was less...empty. Yes, she feels empty now, hurt, broken. In this new scenario, no one knew she was the surgeon's victim, no one knew she was pinched to the floor by scalpels, she was just Jane. She felt like she could build giants walls around her and no one would realize or care, coz she was invisible here and that's what she wanted.

In this town, the detective was a simple handyman-woman. For her it was more like an undercover, than she trying to recreate a new life. She was trying. She had to. She would spend her day fixing something here and there in the families' houses, they could call her to fix a lamp, a broken pipe, to paint their houses' walls and she would always go. Of course there were times where she'd ask to herself how have I got here¿ Wasn't I a well successful detective¿ but she would soon take those thoughts away, because this is her life now, this is where she'd chosen to stay and this is her now. Jane was known by her stubbornness; if life put her on the edge, she would do anything but show her weakness. And she knew exactly how to hide the weakness, by running away. That's what she did.

Every night, after spending the day fixing, or painting, or moving things around, she would take a cold beer and drink on the couch, where she'd been spent most of her nights. There. Alone. She wouldn't allow herself to build friendship up or something more serious than that. After Hoyt, she felt like if someone touches her, they would see how messed up she really is. She felt broken and like nobody deserved her. People deserve someone good, someone kind, not a mess like me – The detective repeated that constantly. After three beers and a not so good Red Sox game reprise, Jane looked at the watch, it was 9:40 p.m. she was already heading to her bedroom when her phone rang…

Guess who was calling her¿ CAN'T TELL, IT'S A SECRET HAHA

PLEASEEEEEEEEE REVIEWS ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED! HELP ME WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER BY WRITING COMMENTS ABOUT THIS ONE xoxo LOVE all my readers XD