Chapter 4 – Dusk Jaune of Amnesia

Before you start this chapter, know that this one is solely from Weiss's POV until 2/3 into it. Also, fair warning to people suffering from depression and suicidal thoughts as this might have content that could trigger memories for you.

"Oh, Weiss, I have big things planned for you." This is all that she ever heard from her birth. Her cold and disapproving life began the way that she traveled from a decision she never made.

"Of course, father. I won't disappoint you." She responded always.

When Weiss was only a child she was always told beautiful and marvelous thing. She was compared to a princess out of a fairy story, she was compared to have the vocals of a Greek goddess, she was even compared to have the same beauty that Aphrodite was known for. All of these things were wonderful to hear, but they all meant nothing. It took her until she was around 8 years old to realize just how empty these compliments are.

"Weiss, I love your hair! It's so cute how it's styled today!"

"Why thank you! That's such a kind thing of you to say." She would respond with a smile.

"We should be friends now! That sounds like a great idea."

Of course, Weiss knew that these people were only after her money. Her fame. Her fortune. Everything that she had built up that wasn't her's.

"Weiss, we've already booked a concert for you." Her father approached her when she was only just turning 12. "Seeing as how it'll help benefit that town we were in. Like a charity auction."

Something inside her snapped. She turned right to her father and let him have it, "I'm sick and fucking tired of always having to do the work you assigned me! Do you think I even like singing? You think I like these PEOPLE? They only want to be near me because our family is rich and has history. How can't you get it through your head?" Her father showed no mercy on her.

For the next few weeks, Weiss was bedridden. Her broken arm, which was snapped by her father, lay limp and void of any feeling in it. During her stay in her room, only her sister and mother came to see her. None of the people that called themselves her friends dared to even stop by.

Occasionally, she would try to sneak out of her room and go to the kitchen for a snack. She was tired of only having gruel and oatmeal for every meal of the day. She had to pass by her father's office to get there and she overheard a conversation.

"I don't care, Willow." Her father sounded steamed.

"What is your problem, Jacques? I just found out from security that YOU are the cause for Weiss's broken arm. How could you?" Willow was starting to say her piece, but Jacques cut her off.

"How could I? How could you raise such an impudent little shit that would dare talk back to her own father?" Jacques slammed his hands down on his desk. "As far as I see it, she is no daughter of mine. She's just another client."

"Jacques, I can't believe I ever married you." Willow hissed in a disgusted tone. "You only wanted my father's music enterprise, didn't you? All you wanted was to be rich, huh? You never once cared for me or my family! You just wanted what you didn't have and faked it until you made it!"

"Listen here you bitch. How dare you make accusations that you have no basis on."

"All I have to do is listen to how you speak! You never would have called me a bitch! You never would have called our daughter an impudent little shit!" Willow was starting to break down. "If I could, I would absolutely love to file for a divorce and take everything away from you!" Then Weiss heard the sound of contact. Not a slap, but a punch to the jaw. Her mother collapsed on the floor and started to whimper.

"I have no issue with whatever I must to do to have everything I couldn't. I will not allow you to take that away from me, understand?"

"I hate you." Weiss muttered under her breath. Weiss walked away from the door as quietly as possible. Everything she had heard made her realize what she feared the most. She continued on towards the kitchen. She avoided all contact with other people on her mission.

After reaching the kitchen, she got as much water as she wanted. She drank up as much as she could before she felt full. She pulled open every drawer she could until she found it.

Later, Winter knocked on her bedroom door. "Weiss? Are you in there? I brought you a little something different from oatmeal. Klein was a bit busy fixing father's messes, but I was able to whip up some chili. It's a little more substantial." She paused and waited for a while. "Weiss, are you asleep? I'm going to come in to check on you and leave the food at your bedside." Winter opened the door to be greeted by red. Red on the floor, red on the bed, and her Weiss's clothes. Winter screamed as loudly as possible, dropped the bowl, and ran immediately to Weiss's side. "WEISS? WHAT DID YOU DO?" Weiss did not respond, though. Winter put her index finger and her middle finger to Weiss's neck and checked for a pulse. Mildly relieved, she picked up Weiss's limp body that was looking paler than normal and began to run down the hall. Nobody had heard her scream.

Willow immediately ran to the hospital with Winter when Winter showed her what happened to Weiss. They waited in the lobby for what seemed like years until the doctor approached them and said that Weiss was going to be okay. They get there in time to have her arms stitched up and performed a blood transfusion in order to get enough blood cells flowing through her heart and arteries to keep her alive.

Every time that Winter and Willow went to see Weiss, Weiss had a vacant look to her eyes. As if she were alive, but there was no soul there. After a while, Willow couldn't stand to see Weiss this way anymore and refused to come inside the room. Winter wouldn't stop though, she kept trying.

She kept trying.

She kept trying.

She kept trying for years. Eventually, around Weiss's 15th birthday, Weiss finally came back to her. Winter cried, and for the first time in a while, Weiss did, too.

She eventually found the strength to fully recover. Winter helped, and after receiving word about Weiss's recover, Willow joined. Soon after, Weiss was strong willed enough to return to form and continue what she was doing, but not for her father, but for herself.

"And that's my life story." Weiss sat back on my chair. "I'm sure you didn't want to hear all the gross parts, so I left a good chunk out for you."

Velvet and I just stared in shock as to what we had just heard. Weiss's story was no more shocking than it was horrifying. It left a bad taste in my mouth.

"So, wait, what does this have to do with me?" Ren put his laptop down to the side. "Why did I need to be here?"

"You're supposed to be lookout in case something seems out of place. I wanted to talk about my history to make anyone," Weiss paused to look at me and Velvet, "or anything uninterested in what I had to say next."

I turned and glanced towards the window to see if there was anything outside, but nothing but darkness surrounded the window as it became night by the time Weiss's story was over.

"Fine, I'll keep on lookout. But you owe me, Jaune." Ren pointed at me.

"What do you want me to do?" I sighed.

"My girlfriend is coming over this weekend and I need you to make yourself scarce around here." Ren said with the slightest bit of begging subtly mixed into what he was saying.

"Yeah, I can do that." I approved of his request.

"Good." He put headphones on and got back onto his laptop, clicking away violently.

"Anyways, something that I wanted to mention specifically were the days leading up to the incident." Weiss started up again. "There were a few signs that started to show up here and there that only got worse until the day of the incident. I was at the concert venue performing my newest single "It's My Turn" when a massive vertical beam of light burst up into the sky. I would've just assumed it was a skylight, but then the ground began to shake and a whole bunch of…" But before Weiss could continue, Ren shushed her.

"What's going on?" I looked at Ren who was eyeing his monitor with wide eyes.

Ren looked up at us three with absolute fear in his eyes, "you all need to get out of here. NOW."