First off, I would like to apologize for not updating sooner. I had a few things…stopping me from writing the next chapter to this story. To let you know I will continue writing now, oh and I got a new computer and I'm beginning to think the Microsoft Word is better. I really hope you like this chapter and I'm still debating on whether or not to have a sequel.

-Jesse's mind-

Jesse had to break away from the depths of her own mind. She finally figured out how to escape, but it meant coming to terms with her past, and she didn't know if she was strong enough.

After speaking with the voice in her head and contemplating the answers she received from it, she decided the voice was indeed a part of her. A part, she refused to talk about, the darkness inside. The reason for her scars. In order to save herself, she would have to re-live her hate-filled past.

That led to another conflict, just because she came to terms with herself, didn't mean anything would change. Did she really want to struggle to live, only to wake up and be reminded why she wanted to die? Sure, they felt bad now, but how long would it be until things go back to before? Was she really that willing to fight through her own hell, only to take the chance of ending there again?

Yes. She is willing to fight for the slight chance of things changing. She would never forgive herself if she didn't try. Deciding on this, she stood up and closed her eyes, focusing on her memories. 'I will beat you,' she thought opening her eyes.

"Back to the past," She mumbled closing her eyes again. "I need to go back to the past. Re-live the memories I long forgot and hate."

The next time she opened her eyes, she was in her house. She felt a sticky, warm liquid on both of her arms. She looked down at her wrists, confirming her thoughts, her wrists were slit open. She was in the memory of when she had just tried to commit suicide. 'I guess I had to start somewhere…' She thought sadly, 'Oh shit!' She remembered that she was bleeding…To death! Moving quickly she wrapped her arms in tissues to stop the bleeding.
'This is no good. All this showed was me trying to die, nothing about my pain throughout it. I needed to go back farther, To the beginning.' She thought before once again closing her eyes.

"Take me back farther, to the beginning." She said

"You'll never defeat me," The voice whispered.

"Oh but I will." She said confidently, eyes still closed. If they were open, she would've seen herself with bloody arms and blazing eyes staring back at her.

Jesse opened her eyes. She was standing in front of her dad who had his arm around Elizabeth. Jesse looked at herself. She was back in time when she was 6, she looked up when her dad started to talk.

"Jesse, this is Elizabeth. She's going to be your new mommy."

'I don't understand. I don't want a new mommy. I have a mommy, she's not here right now but she'll be back, she promised.' Jesse felt herself thinking, 'Daddy looks happy though. He hasn't been happy in a long time. I guess I'll keep quiet for now.'

Jesse shook her head as a child she had been very observant. She remembered how sad her dad had been and how she couldn't seems to figure out where her mom was. When Dad first introduced Elizabeth to her, she was confused. She was sure her mom was coming back. Though she felt angry that her dad had called Elizabeth her new mom she couldn't yell at him. She just wanted him to happy and she bared her pain and confusion in silence.
'My first mistake,' She realized. Her father never asked her how she felt about Elizabeth, but then again, she never asked him what was going on. She was only 6, her Dad probably thought she was too young to understand. She bit her lip as she was transported into a new memory.

An 8 year old Jesse sat on her front porch with her new birthday present. Her Dad gave her a soccer ball, since she loved soccer and wanted to be just like Tai. Her Dad came out of the house dressed in a suit and tie.

"Daddy will you play soccer with me!" Jesse asked enthusiastically.

"Sorry honey, Not right now, daddy has to work. I'll play with you tonight, ok."

"Ok daddy."

'Liar,' She thought sadly. 'I remember this. Dad said he'd play with me but when he got home he said he was too tired to play and he'd play tomorrow. Later on that night, I watched him play video games with my step-brother, Max and the pain in my chest wouldn't go away. He never did play soccer with me.'

'I never asked if I could join. I felt betrayed and I ran to my room and stayed in there until morning. Then I pretended like nothing had happened. My second mistake.'

The next memory took place a year later, when Jesse was 9. She was crying her eyes out because she wanted to talk to her mom but Elizabeth said no. Jesse thought she was trying to be mean and called her anyways. Nobody answered.

'And nobody ever would,' Jesse thought, 'Elizabeth knew and she was trying to protect me, but I was too selfish and angry to listen. I never told dad that I tried to call, mom. I thought he was trying to keep me away from her, too. I never knew the truth until later on.'

A twelve year old Jesse sat on her bed with a knife in her hand. Blood ran down her arm as she watched it silently. Her parents were at a dance. She had to watch Max again. They treat her more like a baby-sitter than a daughter. She was always watching Max. Hearing a knock on her door she rolled down her sleeve quickly. Max walked in and asked her if she wanted to play with him. Yes she wanted to play with him but she couldn't bring herself to say yes. Instead she scared him away by saying no in an eerie voice. She wanted so bad to love him, but her heart hurt to much. She hated him, because he could still smile.

She walked downstairs and watched T.V for awhile. Later on her brother joined her. 'If I did die, would anyone care? Do they love me?'

"Max," She said quietly, "Do you care about me."

"What? No, Eww why would I like you, that's gross."

She nodded, "I understand." and turned back to the T.V.

"I've seen enough," I've concurred re-lived my past now let me out."

"You still have one more, Jesse."

"What?"

Jesse appeared back in her room with the knife on the bathroom floor. Blood oozed out of self-inflicted wounds. 'I already live through this!'

"Not completely."

Jesse looked around her. She was in the hospital. She pulled back startled when she saw herself laying in a bed. 'What's going on?'

"Look what all happened while you were asleep."

She turned to see Max crouched against a wall with Elizabeth talking to him.

"Max, what did Jesse say to you? Why would you tell us?"

"It doesn't matter anyways, Mom. She's dead."

"She not dead yet, Max!"

"No, she's dead. Not physically no, but Emotionally she's been dead for years. I should have seen it. Its all my fault, I knew, but I didn't say anything. I can't even look at her anymore, mom. I feel too ashamed."

"Its not your fault," Tom said coming into the room. Jesse stopped listening.
'So he blamed himself for her death-attempt, but why? Why did he care so much.' She thought, 'Because he did care about me, is that the answer. Well then I'm not going to let him fight this alone! I'm going back whether you like it or not!'

"NOOOOO!"

The darkness around her faded. She could see a light. She was going home and she will make everything better.

"She's waking up!" Somebody said as Jesse opened her eyes.

"Hey Max," She whispered quietly.

Sorry to end it like that. The next chapter is the last one! I can't wait! YesI Know this chapter was extremely short, SORRY!