A/N I know, I know, don't shoot me. Its been ages since I've last updated but I find myself in my house all alone (the other have gone to the pub) with nothing I want to do more than write this next chapter. So here I am.

LadyWarrior: I glad you like it so much. I don't really like one-shot stories, whenever I write one I feel compelled to write another chapter.

Riddicks Sita: I've been waiting for the perfect time to use this song, I just love it. In fact I'm going to put it on repeat while I write.

Bima: I think I love you, you've read two of my stories. It must be love.


Chapter 6

Jack sat in front of the T.V; since Riddick had left she had spent her time piecing her life back together. She had got a job at the dinner around the block from her flat. She wanted to get an education as well, before there wasn't much need for one but now, well she wasn't going to work in a dinner forever. It was only at night she would think about all that had happened; she had a horrible scar on her stomach, her insides a messy there was no hope of ever being a mum. Nothing could be done for her apart from covering the scar with a tattoo she got done. It was a blue rose with a tribal design behind it to hide the worse of the scar. She had it done three days after Riddick had left, the skin was still fresh from healing but she couldn't look at it with out bursting into tears, she had been mutilated. Jack pulled up her vest top and traced her finger over the uneven coloured skin. The feelings of guilt, degust, hate filled within her as she scratched into the skin hard. It was all her fault, she deserved it, she deserved to die, she should kill herself, end the pain, end the suffering, it was her fault, it was what she deserved.

How can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

Jumping out of the chair, Jack switched off the T.V and turned on her high-hi, the gloomy music she had been listening to ever night filled the air. The woman's voice softy spoken but full of hate. Jack headed towards the bathroom; pain echoed around her, voice's bouncing off the walls and into her head, each screaming at her. Her only turmoil scaring her further to the shaver that rested in the cupboard over the skin. She could break it, take the blades and end it all. She will do this. It was what she deserved.

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become

In her hands she easy snapped of the head of the razor, picking the plastic apart to give her the treasure she anticipated. Cold in her hands, just like the cold eating at her inside. She deserved this. Picking the harmful metal out of its case, Jack ready her self for her death.

Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

Clenching her hand to make a fist, jack watched her tendons moved as she moved the razor to rest against her skin, a dimple forming where it pressed. Gritting her teeth she dragged the blade carefully, she wasn't doing hard enough yet, so she pressed a bit harder, biting her lip at the sharp pain.

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become

A crash was heard, it come from the front room, the music still blasted on. Jack felt the blade slip through her fingers as she waited to hear if the noise would come again. Then it did. Blood was slipping through the slit in her wrist and then dripping on the floor as Jack stood unsteadily on her feet. It was just her luck to get burgled when she was trying to kill her self. Reaching the door of the bathroom, Jack ready herself known to the attacker, breathing in she opened the door. The man was right behind it.

Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)
Bring me to life

frozen inside without your touch without your love darling only you are the life among the dead

"I can smell blood." He said, feeling pain in her arm she laughed bitterly at him.

"That's because I've slit my wrist fuckwit." Jack's head felt heavy, she just wanted to go to bed. She knew she hadn't lost a lot of blood so her feelings must be down to not eating a lot in the past months. "You wanna go and fuck off?"

"Jack, what have you done?" The voice sounded panicky and pissed off, Jack knew she had heard it before, if only her head wasn't so heavy then she could think who it was, he looked familiar. Who was it? Jack reached out towards the stranger and then promptly fell on the floor with a sickening thud. Her world went black.

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

The sheet felt wet beneath her, maybe she had another bad dream, she remember coming home, sitting in front of the T.V then, and then, and then…the razor, the blood, the man! Opening her eyes Jack looked quickly around her. The room was empty, her whole body ached. She tried to sit up but couldn't. Moving the soggy thin blanket aside, Jack lifted up her top to she the cuts she had caused around the tattoo.

"That's some tattoo you've got there Jack." Startled, Jack looked to the door where the voice had come from and saw her nightmare visitor.

"You, Why?" Jack watched Riddick enter the room and sat on the floor leaning up against the wall.

"You tried to kill yourself Jack." Riddick sounded tired and regretfully. He shook his head as he watched Jack look at her bandaged arm. "You've not been eating either, you look like you should be dead, and you've been running a fever all night, sweating like nobodies business. How could you do this Jack?"

"Because I was alone." Her voice was weak.

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become

Riddick fell silent at that, neither of them wanted to speak. Jack had so many questions running through her head. Why did he come back. Why did he save her? Why did he look so hurt? Closing her eyes she felt tear's slip down her cheeks. Why had she done this?

Riddick still sat against the wall, listening to her quiet sobs, he knew she was crying, knew she was hurting and so was he. He would let her cry, he wouldn't comfort her. She didn't want him too.

(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
before I

Her throat was sore, her eyes puff and she was sure she had lost way too much water though sweat and tears. Lifting her head, see saw Riddick was still there. Sleeping claimer her mind, she need one question answered. Too painful to move, Jack put the rest of her strength in one word. "Why."

"Because I love you."


A/N so what do you think? This chapter was to show you Jack frame of mind and Riddick coming back of course. Please review!

sammis