This chapter will focus on memories of Jeri and Nozomi. I'll explain who she actually is and what she has to do with Jeri in a later chapter. But you can have fun guessing.
Leomon, Impmon, and Calumon sat around the little girl (in their eyes) with worry. Impmon had kept his comments to himself, a horrible and hard thing to do. It made him think. Even if when he stopped to think it had better results. While he was doing his thinking, Calumon whispered in Leomon's ear.
"You really don't remember him?" he asked gaudily. Leomon tore his eyes away from Jeri and took a look at Impmon. He had felt something when he had seen the Mega form of this Digimon, but no memories or anything. He sadly shook his head, turning back to his partner. Calumon sulked.
Unaware of the waiting Digimon outside, Jeri continued to search her head. Where was the way out? In the distance she saw a faint video reel playing. It was of a young Jeri. She walked up to it till she was a few feet in front of it. She was in a hospital room. Stepping closer, Jeri found herself pulled into the reel. She was now four years old.
"Mama, what's wrong?" Jeri asked, cuddling Nozomi's puppet. She was lying on the hospital bed beside the thirteen year old girl. Nozomi struggled to open her eyes and looked down at the toddler with unseeing eyes.
"Nng. I'm…alright. Just tired." She yawned. Jeri laid her head on her chest and yawned with her. Her eyes closed.
Jeri felt herself pushed from the body and onto the cold floor. She watched as the projector brought up another screen. The same hospital room. But more people were there. She sought herself out and found her sitting on the edge of the bed. She was pulled into her young body once again.
Her hand rested on the puppet. The other grasped the bedcovers tightly. Her mama was really sick. Jeri's daddy and Nozomi's mama were looking on with grim faces. She felt tears slip down her face. She gasped hoarsely, sucking for air that would not come. Nozomi opened her eyes.
"Don't cry. I'm all right. The surgery just sucked some energy out of me. Don't worry Jeri." She whispered faintly. Jeri was sure that she was the only who could hear her. "I'm going to get better." Jeri wiped her tears, scooting close to her as Nozomi's eyes shut in exhaustion.
As Jeri was rejected from her body, she was scared of what the next screen would show. She needn't worry though. She saw her and Nozomi wandering the halls. She was not scared as she was pulled in again.
Jeri giggled. Mama had suggested that they cheer up all the other people in the hospital and were currently searching for another kid that they could talk to. Looking in a doorway, they saw a family around a bed that seemed to hold a girl younger than Jeri. Jeri found a boy about her height with bushy brown hair. The mother was staring intently at the little girl's face. They were all wearing masks. Jeri giggled and pulled Nozomi's hand, dragging her into the room. These people needed cheering up. As Jeri reached the little boy, she was rejected from her body and the projector was turned off. Jeri felt like she should be angry, but wasn't. For she remembered what had happened next. She remembered getting yelled at by the mother and Nozomi apologizing and trying to make up for it. She remembered taking the little boy off their hands for a while. Remembered that he was five years old. Remembered that his name was Tai.
"Tai…" Jeri gently touched the screen. "You were at the hospital Tai. You were." Jeri's eyes widened in pain. Who had he lost? Every time she went to the hospital, she lost someone. Who had Tai lost? She remembered that she had lost Nozomi. But how? That was the only thing that Jeri could not unlock. She was at the back of her head but still couldn't find it. Suddenly, and door opened in front of her. And behind, she saw her Digimon friends, waiting for her to wake up. She glanced longingly at the door in front of her. It must hold the secret memory. Looking back, she hurried onto the door.
Leomon knew something was wrong. He felt it. He had felt Jeri coming back, but now it was gone.
"Jeri." He growled quietly. The two looked at him.
"What's the matter Leomon?" Calumon's ear retracted.
"Jeri's in trouble." Impmon stood quickly.
Jeri ran to the door and wrenched at it. It didn't open.
"It's locked." That made sense. Her memories were locked inside her head. She fell to the ground, running her hands on the floor. "Where is it? The key has to be somewhere." She whispered. She looked back at the exit out of her head. It seemed smaller. And why was Leomon so tense? Jeri stood slowly and walked forward a few steps. Until she heard the tinkling noise. Looking down, she found a key. Stooping down, she picked it up, ignoring the outside world. This was it. She could find her answers. She rushed away.
"How do you know?" Calumon inquired, swinging dangerously on the lions mane.
"I know." Leomon swore.
Jeri slowly jammed the key in the lock and turned. It clicked. Jeri held her breath as she pushed the door open. She pulled her hand back remembering her time with Devimon.
Jeri silently got off the cot and slowly made her way to the front of the cell. She hesitated before putting her hands on the metal door. She gave it the smallest of nudges, and it moved. She pulled her hand back quickly, like she had touched white hot flames.
With a hard face, she pushed it all the way open and stepped inside. A filing cabinet at the other end. That was all the was in there. Jeri hesitated, believing she had heard something coming from the corner on her right. Deciding it was nothing, she plunged across the room and wrenched the cabinet open. A few files in there. She plucked the first one up, looking at the name of the memory. She mentally noted that the writing was in her hand. She sidetracked and looked in the file. Before she could take anything in, she heard a giggle from across the room. File still in hand, she turned. Standing in the doorway, was a person who looked just like her. It giggled again.
"Greedy." It smirked and flounced out of the room. Jeri watched in slow motion as the door started to shut. She dropped the file and lunged across the room. She reached it just to feel the wind on her face get cut off. With an audible click, the door closed and locked. How could it do that? Didn't it lock from the inside? Jeri struggled with the knob, unwilling to admit defeat. She finally gave up, sliding down the door. She rested her forehead upon the door, curling her hands and bringing them to her face. Tear slipped down her face. She was trapped.
Did you like it? I intended to make it longer, but I have no idea where to go from here except that I need Leomon to literally get inside Jeri's head. But I have no idea how to do that. Ideas are welcome and requested!