Drake, Jessica. You know the drill~


Pain

I could hear her breathing

I knew I should've run after Drake, but I couldn't. I needed someone else to tell me what I should do, or would normally do. So, I headed off to Diana's room right after he left, thinking that I could trust her to help me out in this situation. After all, she was the only one who had been kind to me so far. She gave me a tour, wasting time on a girl with no memory of anything when she didn't have to. I had to go to her for help.

No one believed me
No one believed me

Quickly, I peered outside of my room to make sure that Drake wasn't anywhere nearby before darting down the hallway to the other end. However, halfway down the long hallway I paused, wondering if I could really trust her. There was something in the back of my mind that told me no, but I didn't know why.

Diana had been nothing but kind to me since yesterday. Hell, she gave me fresh, clean clothes, and helped brush out all the tangles and knots in my hair. What kind of mean person does that? None that I could think of; then again, I was the last person to ask.

I could hear those voices

I shook my head, as if shaking the thought right on out. Diana was a good person and I could trust her…unlike Drake, who does nothing but abuse me with words and kisses. Although, I couldn't say that I didn't enjoy the kisses…part of me actually yearned for them, but I had to suppress that yearning. After all, I didn't know him; well, I didn't remember him.

Still, I had to tell that to my heart. Simply thinking about him made my heart pound and my brain turn to mush. It must be an automatic reaction to him being around me, that was all. Didn't mean I remembered him, only meant I remembered that I had feelings for him…right?

I closed my eyes for a little while, trying to sort everything out in my head. Though, that hardly helped since my brain was a complete mess. I needed help and that help was at the end of the hall. Taking in a deep breath, I walked the rest of the way to her room and stood before it, feeling that doubt nag me in the back of my mind.

So deceiving
So deceiving

Hesitantly, I raised my hand to knock on the door of the person who promised to answer all my questions. The door opened, revealing the only person I believed I could count on because of her kindness.

"Hey," Diana greeted me with a big smile. She opened the door wider to let me in. "Jessica, it's lovely to see you so early in the morning. What's up?"

"Nothing, just…I don't know, maybe I shouldn't bother you with it," I said, shaking my head with small blush. "It's…never mind."

"What?" Diana frowned, looking genuinely worried. "No, tell me. What's up?"

I bit my lip as I looked down at the ground before looking up at her. "It's Drake…"

"Why am I not surprised?" She shook her head. "Come on, sit down and tell me what he did this time."

Diana shut the door before directing me over to her bed. I sat down on the edge, but Diana crawled into the middle, making herself comfortable. Once we were settled, she looked at me, as if expecting me to just come out and explain from the beginning.

Cool wind on my face
Cool wind on my face

However, before I began, I looked deep into her dark eyes, trying to find a smidgen of evidence that suggested I shouldn't trust her. After a few minutes, I didn't find anything, or I didn't want to; I wasn't sure. Yet with a nod, I told her about my meeting with him from the night before and then this morning.

"I don't know what to do," I said in the end. "It's obvious that my body and mind are having the same reactions to him as they have from before my memory loss, but not knowing why or who he really is…keeps me from just letting go around him."

Diana didn't say anything at first, as if knowing that I wasn't finished yet. I went on with a sad sigh, "Diana, honestly, why did I ever fall for someone horrid like him? Why does part of me still like him?"

At first, Diana looked like she was struggling with something. Diana would look up at my eyes filled with desperation and then back down at her hands. She bit her lip, cursed under breath, and made faces before finally looking back up at me with a sigh. "I honestly can say I have no clue why part of you ever liked him. I thought you two were just being hormonal teenagers since majority of the time one of you was screwing the other."

This comment made my cheeks flush bright red, but I allowed her to go on.

"Yeah, you're not all that innocent, Jessica," she chuckled, but automatically sobering up. "Anyways, that's what I thought, until the morning of the 'big battle'. You two were in bed when Caine and I burst in, waking you two up. Caine decided that he wanted you in the battle, seeing if you had other uses apart from being Drake's sex toy. Although, I think he was a little jealous of you two, but that's not important. You see, Drake didn't want you in the battle, or anywhere near it. He knew you were too weak to do any actual fighting, so he stood up to Caine, which was surprising because he's Caine's dog. You know; Caine orders Drake to do something and Drake does it, wagging his tail the whole time." Diana paused, her brows furrowed.

"I didn't understand what was going on with him. It wasn't like Drake actually to defy one of Caine's orders. There was something in his eyes and in his body movements. He was shielding you with his own body, which was very odd for Drake to do. Although, the biggest tip off that you two were more than just pleasure toys for each other was after the battle. When I saw him run to your dead body in your own pool of blood, and heard the urgency and terror in his voice as he called out your name…I just knew that it was more than just lust," she said, but the shrugged. "But how it all happened or why, I can't say. All that I know is that it did."

Do you know how it feels to be afraid,
Lying there frozen
With my eyes wide open?

I sat there speechless as Diana got off the bed. My eyes were focused on the floor, until I realized something was not right. "Diana, if you're my best friend…then how is that I never told you why I fell for Drake?"

"Because a lot of things were happening the last couple days, we hardly had time to talk like we did in the beginning," she said quickly, a bit too quickly. Yet I didn't think too much about it when she hurriedly changed the subject. "Look, Jessica," she began. "I advise you to be very wary around Drake right now. He's been somewhat unstable ever since the battle. He might break at any given moment, and possibly kill you. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"

"No," I replied slowly, "I guess not…I think I'm going to find Drake, since training with him might be one way to keep him from tipping over the edge."

"Yeah…" Diana nodded with a glint in her eye that I couldn't place. "You go do that. Train with him and come back to me to tell me how it went. After all, I'm here for you."

I sent her a small, weak smile before getting off the bed myself and heading over to the door. With one last wave, I walked out in search of Drake; though, my mind was on other things.

Do you know how it feels to find a trace
Of words unspoken
With my eyes wide open?

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Jessica had eventually come outside for training, but somehow I knew it wasn't on her own accord. She was doing what Diana told her to do; she had become Diana's puppet and I wasn't able to prevent it. I grimaced at the image of Jessica on stage with strings attached to her body like a marionette doll while Diana was standing behind her, laughing cruelly as she controlled her.

I know your secret.
I can feel you calling.

My grimace only deepened when I saw that none of the targets had a single bullet hole in them. I turned to Jessica, grabbed the gun out of her hands, and pushed her to the ground. As I towered over her, my lips curled into a snarl, "What the fuck are you shooting at? Do you even see the targets?"

Jessica didn't look at me at first, but when she did I saw the tears in her eyes, making me growl in disgust. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me! Are you crying?"

She didn't answer me as she looked back at the ground, her shoulders quivering as she began to sob quietly. Angrily, I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back, so that she would look at me. Her large, tear-filled, brown eyes looked into mine, which managed to make her sob even louder. Thoroughly disgusted by her, I let go of her hair and stood up.

For a moment, I looked down at her pathetic form before sending a swift kick right into her ribs, causing her to tumble over onto her back. She cried out in pain as she clutched the spot I kicked her, but this only made me angrier with her.

Why the hell was she crying? Only weak people cried and Jessica was not weak! At least, she proved to me before she wasn't…

"Get up," I growled at the Jessica on the ground. She did as I said, but slowly. Too slowly for my taste, so I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up the rest of the way. "I said, get up."

She whimpered in response, "I was…"

I let go of her hair, ignoring her sobs and tears. I thrust the gun back into her long, thin fingers and growled, "Transform this."

"I don't know how," she sobbed as the gun started to slip from her hand. I grabbed her hands in my left hand and forced her to hold onto it tightly.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Jessica," I hissed, "Close your fucking eyes, think of an object, and change the goddamn thing."

Jessica did as I told her, but the gun simply turned into a hunk of metal. I looked down at it, letting out an irritated sigh. Well, at least she changed it into something…it was an improvement. Turning my gaze to her, I noticed that her eyes were still closed and tears were making new trails down her red cheeks.

"Open your eyes," I said. She did, allowing me to see those large brown eyes filled with fear and sadness. I pulled her hands up to her face with my left hand so she could see what she did. Her eyes widened, but her brows furrowed. "I know it's nothing, but it's a step."

Jessica was silent for a little while as she kept her eyes on the gray hunk of practically nothing in her hands. That is when I realized that my hand was still holding her hands up and she was actually looking at that. I tightened my grip on them, causing her to look up with the same frown.

"I'm still holding on," I said, hoping maybe this moment would make her remember who she was, but I wasn't that lucky. I never was.

I know that you're there. I know that you're there

"I was hoping to turn it into a flower," she said with a small sniffle, removing her hands from mine. I let my hand drop to my side, but I took the hunk of metal out of her hands with my whip hand.

"I'm not going to expect you to turn it back into my gun," I said as I flung it to the side. She watched it before looking back at me. There was something she wanted to say, yet she was hesitating to say it. I frowned at her, waiting. "Well, what?"

"What?" Her eyes widened in fear. I rolled my eyes at her.

"I know you want to say something. It's written all over your face. So, what is it? We don't have all day."

Tell me all your memories,
I'll keep them alive, I'll keep them alive.

"I don't want to…" she began quietly, and only became even quieter; although, I was still able to catch the last bit. "Train anymore more."

"You are going to keep training," I said as my mood darkened.

"But…I don't like shooting guns or trying to use my powers to turn it into some weapon…" she replied with a tiny voice.

"It doesn't matter what you want." I advanced on her, causing her to take a few steps back away from me. This only made me angrier, still. Jessica never backed away from me, she always came forward to challenge me head on.

I lashed my whip hand out at her, wrapping it around her waist so she couldn't move away from me. She let out a cry in pain, as my grip tightened. I simply growled in response, "Jessica, you said I have to fight to bring you back. I am fighting and I won't back down until you are back! That means you will be training every fucking day until then."

"But I'm not that Jessica anymore," she said weakly.

"Like hell you're not!" I roared as my whip hand tightening around her waist as the anger pulsed through my body. "You are Jessica! You're just lost and confused right now!"

Cool wind on my face
Cool wind on my face

"Drake," she gasped weakly. "Drake, you're hurting me."

Her weak voice whimpered, forcing me to realize that grip was suffocating her. I hadn't realized that I was holding her so tightly; I just wanted her to stay and remember. Then, another thought hit me.

She should be in pain for putting me through all this shit.

Wait, pain…maybe that was it. Pain would bring her back.

With that thought in my head, I decided to put her through a whole lot more pain. For a while, I thought, perhaps, the pain would make her remember.

I loosened my whip hand from around her waist, but didn't let her go yet. No, I still had a lot to show her. Without saying a single word to her, I dragged her back into the building with a plan in mind. I was going to show her all those painful things we've done to each other.

"Drake?" she called out to me, but I wouldn't look at her. She sobbed, "Drake, where are you taking me? Please, just let me go. I don't want to do this anymore."

"No," I answered harshly, "I'm going to show you everything we went through ever since we met. I'm going to prove to you that Jessica is still in there, but she's fucking hiding from the whole for God fucking knows why!"

I heard you.
I felt you.

Reaching the dorms area, I walked to the closest bathroom and shut the door behind us. It was a large bathroom filled with showers and, normally, fresh towels stacked in the small closet in the corner. Now, it was simply a concrete room with dirty towels lying around and a cracked mirror on one side. I brought her over to the mirror and forced her to look at herself in it.

"Drake, what are you doing?" Her sad brown eyes looked into mine through the reflection in the mirror.

My lips pulled back in a snarl. "Showing you who you are."

I know, so what do you want from me?

I retracted my whip hand from around her waist, but grabbed her long, silky locks with my left hand immediately and dragged her closer to the window. With my whip hand, I pointed out the scar on the left side of her face that ran from the corner of her eyebrow to the edge of her jaw. It was the mark I made after she defeated me in my own little game.

"See this?" I asked with my jaw clenched tight. "See it?" She nodded, tears dripping down her cheek. "Do you remember it?" She shook her head. "I gave it to you the day I forced you to play my game. It was the day before you were going to poof out of here. It was the day we had sex for the first time. Remember it now?"

Hesitantly, she shook her head.

Cool wind on my face

Fine, she didn't remember that one; there were other marks.

With my whip hand, I tore her blouse open, revealing the thin, pale body underneath. I pointed at the invisible scar under her left collarbone. "Right there, I shot you right there. It was the day of your birthday. We were at Piggyback Mountain on the lookout for Sam Temple, but I sent you home due to the account you lost your fucking mind. I rounded up Sam, brought him back to Coates, but the dude went ahead and burned off my right arm, casing me to pass out in pain. I was pissed off at all you fucking freaks when I woke up. I told you to stay away from me, but you were stubborn. I shot you, but then quickly went to find help…don't you remember at of it?"

Cool wind on my face

She shook her head again as she blubbered, "No, please, Drake…just let me go."

Cool wind on my face

An inhuman roar reached my ears. I didn't realize it came from me as I dropped Jessica to the floor roughly and my whip hand smashed against the already cracked mirror. Shattered glass rained down on us, some pieces daring enough to cut me. However, the small cuts hardly hurt me. No, the pain outside was hardly nothing compared to the pain inside.

It was happening all over again, that pain. It was back, even though I swore I would make sure nothing like that happened ever again.

I stood there, towering above her, breathing heavily as my cold gray eyes narrowed down at her weak form laying there. She didn't move to sit up; she just laid there with her eyes closed shut as small streams of blood ran down from her cuts.

Neither of us moved as we were surrounded by shattered glass and blood.

Cool wind on my face


Hmm, how many of you think Jessica will ever get back her memory?

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