I keep cutting back to word for word what it says in the game. Mostly because I don't trust myself well enough to add in every detail that's needed. If enough people ask, I'll try and rewrite it.

I woke up to an incessant pounding on the door... and in my head.

"Ugh, God..." I glanced at my clock. 2:12 in the afternoon? What the hell was anyone doing in the dorms at this hour?

"HANA. OPEN THE DOOR.", Jon yelled from the other side of my door.

"Jon?!" I said. My heart jumped. I looked at Jacques, who sat perched next to me on his special silk pillow.

"So you are in there. Let me in. Immediately." I sat up, but made no move to open the door.

"What's wrong? You sound so angry." I asked.

"I sound angry, do I?" Loud laughter seeped from under the cracks. "I SOUND ANGRY, DO I? GOOD!" Jon shouted. A feeling of horror spread through my stomach, without me fully comprehending the source. "If you don't open this door, we'll beat the thing down.", he continued. "I want Jacques back. NOW."

"NO! NO, YOU'LL NEVER TAKE HIM! HE'S HAPPY HERE WITH ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"YOU REPROGRAMMED HIM!" Jon roared through the door, and there was a heavy thud. He wasn't actually going to break the door down, was he?

I grabbed Jacques and paced through my room wildly. I couldn't throw him under the bed. I couldn't hide, not in the closet or behind the door or under my desk. What could I do? Where could I go?

My eyes fell on the window, and I flung it open. Jon had finally broken down the door and he and PBG rushed into the room. I could see the rest of Normal Boots behind them.

"Hana! GRAB HER!" yelled Jon. I was kneeling out the window.

"DON'T TOUCH ME OR I'LL JUMP!" I was still cradling Jacques in my hands, and his eyes flashed dangerously.

"No..." Jon said as if he could deny it. In fact, it actually seemed I had caught him off guard. He took a step towards me, and I leaned further out. I could feel my balance starting to slip.

"I WILL! I WILL!" I screamed.

Jon reached an arm out in my direction. "You won't-" I cut him off by leaning even further out. If it was possible for me to glare at him any harder, I did. I heard movement as he took another step closer. Did he think I was joking? Or did he just not care if I lived?

I'd had it with him.

Protecting Jacques, I closed my eyes, leaned back, and began to fall. I heard gasps and a quick "No!" from the room, and just like that, I stopped. Someone had grabbed me.

I looked furiously up at my feet to see Mai's hand around my ankle.

"NO!" I shrieked at her. I tried pulling and clawing her hand from my leg. but it was no use. Volleyball really did make her strong. All I could do was wait for her to pull me up.

"Why did you do that?!" I said, hostility in my voice. Hot tears stung my eyes.

"Hana...-"

In that moment, hands gripped me tightly. The world spun around me, and suddenly I was on the floor, Paul's arms around my waist. "NO! LET ME GO!" I flailed and kicked and hissed, fighting like a maniac, clawing with my one free hand.

Jared grabbed one of my arms, PBG and Satch a leg each.

"NO!"

Jon leaned over me try to get Jacques out of my hand, and I spat in his face.

"GOOD GOD!" He yelled.

Shane put his hands over my face, and I saw only darkness. He left just enough space over my mouth and nose for me to breathe, muffling my screams.

I felt Jacques pulling away from my hand, and I held on as tightly as I dared, not wanting to hurt him. But then, with a final yank, he was gone. I tried to scream, but it just came out as a muffled mess.

"MRRRRRAAGPPHPHH!"

I screamed, I screamed, and screamed, and screamed, but there was nothing I could do. I heard footsteps head toward the doorway, then out the door, then down the hall.
The last thing I heard was Jacques' voice.

"Hana? Where are you?

Then, darkness.

How's that for a first story? You guys help with the rating. Tell me any mistakes (if any), too, because my spacebar is acting up and I'm not one for proofreading. I might get another chapter out today, probably not though. Can't wait till summer so I can write without going to school.
G'night everyone.
...Once I get tired from writing...