7-Those that Come in Through the Window

A/N: I'm so relieved that you people don't judge me for my pillow obsessions...

Alek: ~Rolls eyes~ More importantly, we were right. You've lost it. The stress over your report (Which you got more than 100% on, you freak), this story and your, ugh, pillows, has driven you off the edge.

Me: ~Pouts~ NOT TRUE! He said I was fine! He did! The fact that I did get an A+ proves the point!

Chloe: I'm going to take the initiative here: WARNING: She says there is probably ooc-ness with Jas, Valentina and Meredith. Just a general warning. Disclaimer: NLOCK, although being an extremely awesome show, does not belong to Her. This stinkin' plot line does, however. She likes putting Alek and I together and insisting that Brian was nothing. NOTHING. And making up dull prophecies about Alek and I being perfect together. Alek. with Me. Him. Me. uh huh. NO. BEEPING. WAY.

Alek: Get over yourself. You know it's true.

Chloe: I DON'T HAVE TO ADMIT IT IF I DON'T WANT TO! I DON'T HAVE TO ADMIT I LIKE HIM! I DON'T! I DON'T! I DON'T!I PLEAD THE FIFTH! I PLEAD THE FIFTH!

Alek and I: ~Sweatdrop~ She just admitted it...She just actually admitted it...

Valentina: ~Evil Glare of Death~ .. GET. BACK. TO. WORK.

Me, Alek and Chloe: ~Shiver~ Scary...

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Chapter 7

JPOV

They all thought I was asleep. Huh, like I would ever sleep with Chloe screaming outside. Or Alek, for that matter. The pills the doctor had given me lie unconsumed on my bedside table.

The pain I am in would have nullified the meds effects anyway.

It is pain as such that you have to concentrate in order not to slip into the shadows. Maybe there is something that could numb me to the point that I would be able to breathe properly, but at this point I do not want to be heavily sedated. I do not.

The pain isn't all physical though. The gash in my stomach does not hurt as much as I hurt inside. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak.

Zane had been my boyfriend, the one who had hugged me, kissed me. Then...what had happened? Was it all fake?

Tears can only do so much to numb you inside. And, eventually, you run out. It's amazing. To feel like your crying, both inside and out, but to realize that no tears are coming out, that they long since had stopped falling. You do the cough-gasp-choke thingy that we girls always end up doing, knowing that the sheets below you are wet, and not because of any of the normal causes, shower, bed-wetting...others..., but from tears and lots of them.

Have you ever noticed that tear, as in you tore or to tear and tear, like the tear fell down my cheek, are spelled exactly the same? It's interesting... Bastet, I am losing it, to be thinking of such things now... I'm afraid. What if I've lost it? Or maybe I'm just in shock? No, I've lost it...

Haven't I?

VPOV

Shock penetrates my consciousness, pushing away all signs of logic. Oh no. No, no, no. It wasn't true. It wasn't true...

The heartbeat in Jasmine's room starts to accelerate, causing my head to clear. Was something wrong? I rush in, expecting her to be feverish or tossing, but instead, I find her staring straight ahead, whispering nonsense under her shuddering breaths.

The pills that Marci had given her lie on the bedside table, unmoved. What a silly child.

I lightly place my hand on her shoulder. "Jasmine," I whisper, slightly shaking her as to not hurt her more. She whimpered, something entirely out of character. I frown.

"Jasmine? Jasmine, what's wrong?" She's whimpering and muttering, barely shifting as I nudge her shoulder. She squints her eyes tightly and whispers.

"I've lost it... I'm gone... Lost... Not worth living..." Ah, I know what's happening. If only she had taken the pills! They have antidepressants in them, Marci had thought this would happen.

"Jasmine, take these pills. Come now, everything's alright. Come on..." I plead with her for almost an hour, her moans, whimpers and muttered words showing that she's ignoring me. Or at least trying to...

Finally she takes the pills and falls asleep. I sigh and gently wipe the tears on her cheeks away with the pads of my thumbs. She's still my little girl, right?

MPOV

It's dark here. They said that they wanted to know about Chloe, my daughter. Her weaknesses, her strengths. They also asked if I knew. "Knew what?" I had asked. They had paused for a bit, then muttered something along the lines of 'nothing, forget we asked'. Then the two shadows left, leaving me here, where I am now.

In the dark. Alone.

I suppose right now is when I explain how I got here, chained to a wall and in what seems like an underground, medieval prison. The problem is, I really don't recall. I mean, I got into the car with that charming man, whose name is just slipping my mind, before suddenly, everything went black. I know. It sounds strange, like 'really, no headache? No dizziness, loss of breath or random extreme pain at the back of the head? You just black out? C'mon Meredith, you can do better than that!' But it's true. I got in, the door closed, and then out of the blackness I was here.

Why do these people want to know about Chloe? Is she in trouble? Maybe she's in a gang. That would explain all the secrets, the tired eyes in the morning, that 'walk'. A drug gang? No, she's not that kind of girl... Or was she? She has been so weird lately... But she said it wasn't drugs. I believe her, I think. Chloe wouldn't lie to me about something like that, would she? No, she's not that kind of girl... Oh gosh! Now I've gone around in a complete circle!

They're back now, the two black shapes of men. The have an object that glints in the faint moonlight. Glints silver.

"Goodnight, Mrs. King. I doubt we'll be seeing you again anytime soon." A shot rings out. Of course, silver glint. A gun.

Pain, red in the black, then white, chasing the red up my veins and through my body stopping the red and bringing numb. That numbness is beautiful...so pretty...who am I? Where am I, in this world of white? There's nothing here...No feeling...

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A/N: Ah, I'm sorry for the wait. I was epically uninspired. Quite short actually, this one. Only about 1300 words long. Sorry...Should get more interesting after this though... I almost promise.

If you guys didn't notice, there are two new things about me: ONE, I'm betaing. I know, I barely get these things out, but really, plot lines are not my cup of tea. I just can't get them to work out very well. However, I'm an exceptional editor and revisor, if i do say so myself, and enjoy it a lot. TWO, I posted a different story, The Way We Were. It was originally going to be a one shot, but many people want more. BUT, I want more voices and opinions on the matter. So, if you wouldn't mind, I would very much appreciate it if you would go over and comment your opinion on it.

Hey, mysterygirl97, you are probably my favorite person in the world right now. Have been for a little over two weeks. You rock my world. Literally. I dance around whenever you comment and my pillows all get a special hug.

Until next time... R&R.

Alek and Chloe: ~whispering~ The doctor said it was good for her if she receives praise, so please, help us! Review!

Me:Ah, pillow...