Disclaimer: I own a computer. I own a backpack. I own 4 highlighters. Yeah. That pretty much sums it up. Wait. I don't even own the computer. I'm a fifteen year old girl who aspires to become a psychiatrist but meanwhile I'm content with writing fanfiction. So. Amy Sherman-Palladino owns Gilmore Girls. Not me. I own various characters that you don't recognize. I also don't own the lyrics to No one Is Alone, the song at the beginning. That belongs to the wonderful Stephen Sondheim.

Mother isn't here now,

Who knows what she'd say?

Nothing's quite so clear now.

Feel you've lost your way?

You decide, but

You are not Alone.

-Into the Woods-

Chapter Five:

"She was killed instantly," Rory said, leaning slightly into Jess as she talked. She'd started at the beginning, talking about how Lorelai had left her parents house in Hartford with a baby Rory, and they had been there for an hour.

Jess had been silent besides laughing a few times at the stories of Rory's childhood with her mother. They'd just gotten to the sad parts and he really had no response for was she was saying.

"A drunk driver hit us on her side," Rory continued, her eyes glazed with tears. "She was dead before the car even began rolling. I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up in the hospital, she was gone."

"So," Jess said, asking the question that he had been turning over in his mind since she first mentioned her grandparents. "Why aren't you living with Emily and Richard? I would have thought they'd want you with them."

"They did."

"So why are you here?"

"For once, they listened to me. They never listened to what my mom and I had to say and they listened. True, it was after I got into a bad fight with a pair of scissors and they probably would have done anything I asked at that point, but still, they listened."

"And you asked to live with Luke?"

"No, I asked to live in Stars Hollow, But Luke volunteered. I'm really lucky that I have him. You're lucky too."

"Yeah, that's me. Lucky," Jess said sarcastically, noticing that Rory was looking at him.

"So," Rory said, looking away as they broke eye contact. "What's your story?"

Figuring that since Rory had just spilt her entire life story, he should tell her his.

Jess took a breath and began:

He had lived in a small apartment with his mother (Luke's sister) in New York City his whole life. Liz had a lot of boyfriends and not all of them were very nice.

"I wasn't a very good kid. I was always getting into trouble and everybody blamed it on me hanging with the wrong crowd, but the thing is, I never hung out with the wrong crowd. I barely even hung out with a crowd."

Rory looked confused, "You didn't have any friends?"

"I liked to read. I practically raised myself. I didn't have time for friends."

Rory was silent. Now it was her turn to be speechless.

"You were right before."

"What?"

"I did try to kill myself," Jess said, looking down at the water and then at Rory. "Several times, actually."

"Why?"

Flashback

A 12 year old Jess let himself into the messy apartment and shut the door behind him, stepping over beer bottles and broken glass.

His mom's new boyfriend was here. Alan spent every night here nowadays and they were fighting all the time now. As he passed by the kitchen he saw Alan and Liz standing there screaming at each other.

"Shut the Fuck Up, You fucking bitch!" Jess could here a loud slapping sound rise through the air as he made his way to his room. When he heard that sound, he stopped and ran back to the kitchen doorway and saw Liz lying on the ground holding her cheek as Alan towered over her.

"Get away from her!" Jess knew that Alan had hit his mom before and he had witnessed it two times before this time was the only time he had thought to defend her.

"Whatcha gonna do 'bout it, you little bastard?" Jess could smell the beer on his breath from where he was standing at the doorway.

Alan moved toward him. "I said, What are you going to do about it?"

The truth was that Jess had no idea what he was going to do. He hadn't planned that far ahead.

When he didn't respond Alan just smiled a sickening grin. "I thought so." Alan raised his hand and all Jess saw was black.

When Jess woke up, he was dizzy and still lying on the kitchen floor. He could hear Liz and Alan in her bedroom, obviously making up.

Jess got up off the floor and stumbled into his bedroom. Compared to the rest of the apartment, his room was clean. He had three bookshelves of books lining the wall and his bed was made. He laid on the floor next to his bed and stuck his arm under it, pulling out a shoebox.

Opening it and reaching inside, he pulled out a pocket knife and rolled up his left sleeve and inspected his arm.

Thin red lines covered his arm besides the small space at his artery which was clean and bare. He put the knife to it and cut deep along the vein.

End Flashback

"That was the first time," Jess said. "I had never actually aimed to kill before."

Rory looked at him and then looked down at their hands. They were laced together tightly.

A/N: Thank you, thank you very much. That is the end of the fifth chapter. Thanks to all my reviewers!

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