Chapter 49

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When Woody tumbled out of the display case, shattering the glass into a million pieces in the process as abruptly followed Pete's demise with reluction, Jessie almost instantly found herself drifting into that deep slumber (that would lead her to absolutely nothing but one of the forces she hated the most in the world: Darkness) that she sensed would bring absolutely no good news in the slightest. In fact, quite the opposite actually...

A part of her mind had no idea of what was even happening; remaining very much like a barrier that had no intention to give way, no intention to give access to what must remain hidden from the sight of the world, acting like the strongest barrier in the world that had the desperate urge to prevent every speck of comprehensible information from reaching Jessica Jane's inner conscience; the information that had the potential to do absolutely anything it pleased, or the information that could possibly choose to remain desolate, having no meaning in the slightest.

And this part of her mind knew nothing at all: It had no idea of why she was here at all; had no information on how she could even save herself from the prospects that seemed to be inevitable; offered no opinion over whether this was the fault of fate, or whether it was something else entirely (something that should never, ever be named); and it refused to offer any suggestion as to what may currently be happening to her soul as she drifted over the abyss of nothingness. This part of her mind knew nothing. Or, if it did, then it certainly did not want to reveal the vital truth. Either this, or it was simply too afraid of finding out what would happen if It knew it had known the information all along. Maybe that part of her mind was too unnerved to even want to know what was happening to her in the first place. Or maybe that part simply just didn't know; which was all the better really. You can't be punished for knowing something you don't know.

This part of her mind either didn't know, or it didn't want to know in the first place. Either way, that part told her absolutely nothing; it didn't know what was happened and it certainly didn't want to understand. And it acted nothing more than blank as everything she knew drifted even further towards nothing. It was either this, or the abyss of the darkness was engulfing her deeper into its chilling depths; as though her mind was more of a meal than a necessary tool for survival.

However, there was another part of her mind that seemed to know exactly what was happening, almost as though she had been through this all of this before during the mass confusion of life as she knew it. As if it knew exactly what she was going through out of nothing more or less than experience. And this part of her mind sensed that she had been through this all before. It didn't exactly know how and it had no proof to prove what it could've been whatsoever; but it could sense it was there for sure.

If it had been possible at that moment in time, then Jessie would've gasped when she took in her surroundings. Around her was nothing but utter darkness that seemed to engulf her within its very, very firm grasp; almost as if it had the intention to squeeze the sanity from her like the bitter juice from a ripened lemon until there was nothing left of her other than the worn corpse of her fragile body (metaphorical of course, because it was obvious that she had no physical host in this fate) that had just been unable to even withstand the massive burden of life anymore.

She had been in this state before; this was clear enough, almost as clear as the inevitable daylight shadowing itself over a forest, which had previously been nothing more than pitch black. She had been here before and there was no mistaking this fact.

And this fact was made clear when the piercing screeches tore through her ears; the screeches she heard when she had travelled from the girl's house, to the darkness of the box.

The screeches simply tore through her mind like falling daggers as she forced back a scream of despair. However, this wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway: Screaming was impossible in this state.

As well as being able to close her eyes as the vision made made itself ultimately clear.

There was no Woody's Round-Up, and there never had been. So Jessie the Yodelin' Cowgirl was simply nothing more than a Cowboy doll aimed for kids between the ages of five and thirteen.

And by the time Emily, her current owner, turned seventeen, she was much too old for silly Cowgirl dolls. Well...at least this is what Jessie told herself as Emily - nothing less than her entire world - dropped her into the donations box beside what could've been a delivery truck. However, Jessie didn't pay that much attention to the vehicle beside the box as she watched Emily slowly drive the car away, therefore meaning that Jessie's entire life was unwillingly drifting away from her, despite her half-hearted mental protests.

So, over the years that followed, she was trapped in the box within a donations store. And she remained in this state until a young woman came searching for a western like toy for her toddler.

And when there's no Woody's Round-Up, this means that there is no Woodrow Pride to tag along.

A/N Not a very good ending, but I was wanting to establish something I should've established near the beginning of this story. So I'm sorry for that :/

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