Yes. I am alive. Sorry its been so long, muse kind of failed me.Thank you so much for your opinions BansheeGirl and Tear! . It's so great that people appreciate my fic. I really like the track Don't Speak too…and I hope that it fitted well with the actual writing. Mweh...anyway. Onto the next chappie!

-Rose

Our memories…
Well, they can be inviting.
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening.

Cherry red hair bordered the young maidens milky white complexion, unstyled and frayed messily over the thick pillow on which she propped her head. Jessie sighed and rolled over, bringing her knees up to wrap her arms around them, clasping her slender fingers together. Her face wore an expression…well actually it didn't. It was cold and blank, her teeth clenched, in an attempt to prevent more tears from cascading freely down her rouged cheeks, long finger nails digging into her skin so hard she was almost piercing it. Sapphire eyes blinked open and stared into the midnight blue ones of her furry companion, who simply sat there, twiddling one strand of her thick carnelian threads of hair round his beige paw.

"Oh Meowth. Why did I do it?"

Meowth hesitated. He wasn't sure whether she was referring to when she'd pushed James into the road or…the other thing. He hesitated, before looking down into a pair of glistening pools. Then he understood.

"I don't know, why the hell did you?"

Jessie was quick to respond, despite her obvious discomfort at the situation. She growled at the scratch cat and spat,

"I had my reputation to defend!"

"Oh? Well what's more important? Jimmy or you bloody reputation? You know, nine times out of ten you look more stupid being your hard-nut self than the real you! James is dead and all you've done to improve matters is lied to the police!"

Jessie hesitated, eyes wide at his open characteristics, her mouth a little 'o' shape in horror. Then, she flopped noiselessly back onto the bed and smothered her face with her slender hands. It was almost as though she had shrunk, flipped back through time to the tiny girl she once was, sitting in a damp corner in the dark, crying. Meowth writhed in his seat. He hated her for what she'd done, he hated and loathed and detested her for killing his best friend, but he still loved her. She was his best friend too.

"Jess. Please just tell the truth. It will be a weight off your shoulders at least."

"There's no point. NO point. There's no worth in living anymore."

She rolled over so that her back was to the feline and she curled up once more, resting her chin on her knees. She seemed now to be beyond crying, she willed it so much that it was almost impossible to free the salty waves from their glass prison behind the females sapphire eyes.

Flash back-

"The truth, Miss Parker."

"That is!"

"His foot slipped down the curb in the icy weather conditions. Is this your final claim Miss Parker?"

-silence-

"Miss Parker?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"Now we turn to the witness. The pokémon with the ability of speech. Is this young lady's statement correct?"

"Umm…yeah I guess."

"Positive?"

"Mhmm."

"Thank you. You may now leave."

flash back-

She awoke with a jolt, sweat pouring down her face, the cold dampness of it clammy, and sticking to her rocket uniform. Hair stuck to her face as she tore the sheets away from her slim body, ripping the duvet to give herself room to breath. After successfully fighting off the struggling covers, she swung her slim legs over the side of the bed and sat there, swinging them in an almost absent minded manner, focusing her eyes on a bare patch of carpet. What had she done? In her mind a few words repetitively travelled around her brain, echoing and taunting her, almost like some snide disease, a viral infection slowly wrapping around her, killing her. Those words.

We'll have you believing.

Truth, can be deceiving.

'Do unto others' is our Golden Rule

She whispered, gritting her teeth. Truth definitely was deceiving in her case. She mentally, thrashed at herself, kicked and bit and screamed for all she was worth, but she just didn't have the energy to do this physically, which was rare for Jessie. She wished It had been more like a romance movie, where the guy promises that he'll be there for all eternity, and then he almost dies but then doesn't, and they express their passion. But James had never promised that he'd always be there. And he definitely never expressed his passion, just like her.

Suddenly, she felt a wet trickling substance ice her hand, and was shocked to find that she'd been crying. It was then, that mentally, everything kicked in. Her James, Her partner in crime, was gone. That, was when she screamed. Loud and long. All the rockets in the other rooms in the headquarters waking up and tugging their bed sheets over their heads, whereas Meowth nearly hit the roof from fear.

"What on earth do you think you're doin'?"

He shrieked, almost swiping her across the face before his mind registered into gear and he realized why. Though he was far from sympathizing. He was still furious with her. The sandy tinted cat peeped over the side of the single, hard-looking bed to see the carnelian haired lass slopped on the floor, crumpled into a heap. After a while, he curled up in the now vacant bed and entered a restless slumber, whilst Jessie, sat by the chest of drawers, staring at her gloves, eyes a scarlet bloodshot. There, she remained until the pidgeys finally started twittering in the early hours of morning.

And as, we die,

Both, you and I.

With my head in my hands,

I sit and cry.

Yes its short. I'll write more in the next chapter, and it will be more interesting, promise!