Hidden Chapter 4: Ghosts, a gone fanfic

Ghosts

Every moment I spent awake, I wished I were asleep. Every moment I spent asleep, I wished I were awake.

Started as a little girl
Singing so changed my world
Flipped my world upside down
I got lost and I couldn't be found
So much on my shoulders
So much on my mind
Since no one can help me
I think I just need some time

It was an unpleasant feeling, waking up to a wet pillow. An even more unpleasant feeling to be plagued by dreams and feelings I wasn't able to place awake or asleep. Now that feeling was the true nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those faceless people reaching out towards me. There were sounds coming from them, but I couldn't figure out if they were words or simple noises.

It wouldn't matter if they were talking to me; I wouldn't understand anyways. They were simply ghosts from my past, haunting me day and night. They knew I was a fake, a fraud! I wasn't Jessica; she's dead. She died that day on the battlefield. I am simply a host, trying to survive in a dead girl's body and the ghosts knew that and they didn't like it one bit.

Sometimes I wish I could hide away
Looking for a place to getaway
Getaway from all the heartache and pain that life can bring
I really don't want to sound
Like I can't hold my ground
But everybody needs some time
That they can getaway

My eyes were wide open, even as I lay on the bed amidst all the broken furniture. I wasn't able to sleep, even as my eyes began to droop close. I wouldn't let myself go to sleep. No, not while that monster was in the same room with me.

Sometimes I wish I was invisible
'Cause then no one will know
Where I am to ask me for anything
'Cause I've given so much of me
When it's a time for me to receive
'Cause Monica has her needs
Who's going to look out for me?

Drake had dragged me back to his room, telling me that I was to be around him all the time now. Apparently, I was his and he was going to keep it that way, amnesia or no amnesia. He went as far as proving to me that I was completely under his control by carving another mark onto my already bloody flesh. It was the letters D.M, standing for Drake Merwin. He had carved his own initials deep into my flesh, right above my left breast.

My fingers went to the fresh wound, and I withdrew me hand at the touch of that wet substance still pouring out; at least it was down to a trickle. The make-shift bandage was thoroughly soaked along with my ripped shirt, the bed sheet and blanket. My blood was everywhere; on the bathroom floor, on his hands…it was splattered all over Coates.

Drake doesn't own me, Coates owns me; but who is this 'me'? 'Me' is not Jessica. Well, not the Jessica all these people are used to know. 'Me' is not strong, stubborn, or his.

Sure, I didn't know who I was, but I did know what I wasn't, and I wasn't his property.

You know I'm not superwoman
And I'm not made of steel
I try my best to handle
All I have to deal with
It's not as easy as it seems
And to think this was my dream
Now for everything I have I'm grateful
But sometimes I want to get away

Yet, I let him mark me without as much as a fight. I screamed in pain, cried, and begged him to stop, but that only made him add more pressure to the piece of broken glass he used to engrave his ownership into my body and soul.

No, no one owned my soul. I still had that; no one could take it away from me…right?

My heart raced at the thought of them taking away the only thing I had left. They couldn't take it; I had to make sure of that, but how? How do I keep them from taking my only and last possession?

That is when it dawned on me; I couldn't stay in Coates if I wanted to protect the last piece of me. I had to run away. To where, I didn't know, but I knew I had to leave as soon as possible; just had to get away from here, from Coates….from Drake. But how?

I couldn't escape on my own; I needed someone to help me.

Diana.

She would help me, or at least I hoped she would. After all, she said she would always be there when I needed her and I really needed at that moment.

With somewhat of a plan in my head, I was able to close my eyes and rest easily for the night. Tomorrow I would escape from this hell. I didn't care to where, but I had to escape. There was no other choice for me.

Once I was gone, I would abandon every thought and idea that I was even remotely Jessica. I was not her and I would not search her out anymore. She was in hiding, and I was going to keep it that way.

It was time for a new girl to emerge; the ghosts won't haunt me then.

Sometimes I wish I could hide away
Looking for a place to getaway
Getaway from all the heartache and pain that life can bring
I really don't want to sound
Like I can't stand my ground
But everybody needs some time
That they can getaway

Sorry for the shortness and slowness, but I promise the next one will be super long, crazy, action packed, and drama filled~ It'll be more intense than the Hunting chapter back in Choices~ ^_^

Thank you to Caris for the wonderful help~! Also, thank you to my awesome reviewers, Caris, Valkerie, Armygirl0604 and SummerFeally =D You four are great~

I do not own the Gone series or the song, Getaway By Monica (It's a beautiful song to listen to btw =3)

Oh and last note, REVIEW PLEASE! Tell me your thoughts on what you think so far, I love to hear everyone's opinions~ ^_^