Fire's Child
Chapter 8- Depression


Jay's POV

Thank God he was gone! No offence to him, I do want to spend as much time with my brother as I can but I didn't want him to see me like this.

It's been, I don't know, 3 years since Mum passed. And it wasn't one of those "she's gonna die soon" things or something we were expecting. Now that I think about it, I don't think it would have made a difference if it was expected. No, she was taken from me.

I saw the bastard do it. He was drunk, but he still did it. He wanted something; she wouldn't give it to him so he shot her then dragged her off somewhere. I didn't follow him, whoever he was. I grabbed Jak and ran to the Hut. This was of course when he was smaller.

Just the mentioning of her bought back a lot of memories.

While floating on the water, all these familiar feeling re-introduced themselves. I'm lying. They have always been there, all my life. Just now they were stronger and over-powering.

I swear I could hear people singing. It was sweet but extremely sorrowful. My surroundings blended together. I wasn't really paying attention to them. My eyes filled with tears.

My head began to hurt, though I couldn't feel the rest of my body.

I wanted to scream, hit something, do something, anything! I hated everything!
The water helped. It just wrapped itself around me, hugging me. It felt very comforting.

It actually made me feel very sleepy. All my energy just seemed to have been blown away. I found it very difficult to move.

I did eventually get back to shore. I sat there cross-legged, half in water, for what seemed like hours. This squirrel was munching noisily on a nut. It really irritated me. I hate it when I get irritated. It never leads to any good.

I took my glove off my right hand. A thin pale line, almost invisible, was on my wrist. I pulled out my knife and touched the blade to my skin on my wrist. I applied pressure and dragged it slowly across it. A red line followed the knife's tip, soon accompanied by a familiar hot sensation.

My wrist bled freely. I shivered at the sight of it but felt strangely comforted. It was horrible. I hated it, I hated doing it. I hated everything at the moment, especially myself.

I stared at the water, tears were soaking my cheeks but I don't think I made a sound.

I cried for a good while. When I finally did stop I didn't feel anything. I felt no emotion. I felt... neutral.

When I felt better, well, not as bad, I pulled my glove back on and headed back into Haven City. I had a feeling Torn would want the information I had.


This chapter was based on personal experiences. It sucks, trust me. But I'm all laughs now! No need to worry!

Luck and Love,

Anita