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Jessica Wasabi: The End

Chapter Twenty-One
Kai's POV

Jess's Pregnancy Progress:
Fourteen Weeks

It had been four days since Morgan was kidnapped and there were no clues as to where Drake had taken her.

"How is she doing?" I heard Kim ask over the phone.

"I can't even convince her to get out of bed if that tells you anything," I replied as I sat on the couch. "She really blames herself for this..."

"Oh," she paused. "Are you still going to ask her-"

"I can't, not now," I sighed. "I want to, I really do, it's just... I want her to be happy, but with Morgan still missing, she can't be."

"But your anniversary's next week; this'll show her just how much you love her."

"Jess will just go all 'don't you even care that Morgan's been kidnapped' so trust me, it's best if I wait."

"Ok, I'm just saying that it might-"

I heard something hit the ground in the bedroom and Jess let out a loud grunt. I dropped the phone onto the couch and ran into the bedroom. Jess was lying on the ground and my mind instantly went to the night she had accidently overdosed. "Jess, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"I tripped," she mumbled and pushed herself up into a sitting position.

I glanced at the nightstand and saw her antidepressant pill bottle open with a bottle of water next to it. I looked back at Jess and, after looking her in the eyes, determined that she wasn't telling me the whole truth. "Is that really what happened?" I asked quietly. She didn't reply, she didn't even look at me, just stared at her lap. "Jess, how many pills did you take?"

"I didn't take any!" she protested, causing me to raise an eyebrow at her. She sighed. "Maybe a couple... Kai, I really did trip. I wanted you to take away the pills before I tried anything and my legs got tangled in the blankets..."

I sighed before standing up and grabbing the pill bottle from the stand. I put the cap on the bottle and then went to help Jess stand. I offered my hand but she only stared at it. I could see her holding back tears. I sighed and knelt beside her. I pulled her towards me and she leaned her head against my chest. Her breathing was hitched and I saw her clutching something in her hand. "Hey, what do you got in your hand?" I asked gently.

Her knuckles turned white from holding the object so tightly. She buried her face into my chest, holding back sobs. "Jessi, can I see it?" I asked quietly.

She shook her head but didn't try to stop me from prying her hand away. She was holding a crumbled up piece of paper. A sickening feeling pulled at my stomach as I flattened it out on my knee. As I started reading what was on it, I rubbed my forehead and ran a hand through my hair. "Jess..." I said as I let out a breath.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "It just hurts so bad..."

"I know but Jess..." I couldn't keep my own tears from slipping down my cheeks. "Jess, I don't want to loose you..."

"I stopped myself, ok?! I didn't let it go that far..."

"But... you did want to die?"

She was hesitant to reply, and when she did, her voice was soft and broken, "I still do."

I didn't say anything, I just held her tightly, protectively. "Next time you get these thoughts, Jessi, talk to me," I said. "And that's not a suggestion, that's an order."

She nodded against my chest.

"I love you, Jessi," I said, kissing her head. "Don't make me live without you."

She didn't respond, only sniffled. I pulled away from her and wiped away her tears. "How about you get dressed and then we go out for dinner?" I suggested. "Maybe it'll take your mind off things."

"Nothing can take my mind off the fact that my child is still missing," she said quietly as she looked at me.

"I know, I can't forget it either," I started. "but Jess, I want to see you smile. I hate seeing your hurting so much and I know there's nothing I can do that will truly help the way you're feeling, but I want to try to make you even momentarily happy."

She sighed. "I guess..."

I gave a small smile. "Ok, get dressed. I'll be in the living room."

Jess nodded and I left the room. As I walked into the living room, I heard an urgent knock on the door. I opened it and saw Kim. "What happened? Is Jess ok?!" she asked worriedly.

I sighed. "Jess..." I lowered my voice. "She tried to kill herself. She wrote a note, wanted to OD but, she couldn't go through with it... I heard her fall so I dropped the phone. She said that she was going to ask me to take away her antidepressants before she could try anything and tripped but... I don't know..."

With every word I spoke, Kim looked more and more heartbroken. "Oh no... I'm so sorry, Kai," she said. "I really hope Morgan shows up before Jess does something else..."

"I hope so to," I frowned. "I'm going to take her out to dinner, maybe she'll feel a little better..."

"Ok, let me know if anything else happens," she said and I nodded.

I closed the door after saying goodbye, right as Jess walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a simple, black V-neck and dark blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, showing off her beautiful face.

I smiled at her. "Ok, you pick where we go," I said.

She shrugged. "I don't care... just no place fancy," she muttered.

"Phil's, then?"

She managed a small smile. "That's perfect."

Ok, I wanted to make this longer but then decided not to because I just wanted to post this since it's been a while. So, you guys should check out my Wattpad account, link is in my profile. I have an OUAT Peter Pan story on there about Felix's sister which is interesting I guess. I also have a Treasure Planet fic as well as my own original story. Here's the summary to my original one if you're interested:

If you could have ten chances, ten 'lives', to be seconds away from death but survive, would you be grateful? Sure. Most people would be. And most people were. But I wasn't. Every time I saw the numbers lining my arms, I scowled. Four. That's what I was on. Four. Why couldn't I have used up the Chances by now?

I'm only nineteen, about to graduate high school as valedictorian. My teachers loved me but my classmates hated me. You'd think they'd give me more respect. It wasn't everyday you found someone in stage four of cancer. It was once very common but when the Chances appeared, about 98% of cancer patients lived, never reaching stage four.

Because of this phenomenon, I didn't worry much when I was diagnosed. Then I went from 10 chances to 9, then 8, and 7... And the numbers continued to lower, lining my arms like a death sentence. When I hit four I realized that there was one thing I wanted to do before I died: Find out where the Chances came from and why they were here.

So yeah, it would make me very happy if you checked out those stories as I have been having a stressful day. I'm upset with my older siblings but I'll get over it I guess, there's also the fact that the PSATs are tomorrow so I'm freaking out about that... So I would be very grateful if you took a look at my Wattpad account! :)

As usual, tell me what you think! Any ideas as to what's going to happen or suggestions about what should happen?Thanks, guys!

Have a blessed day,
~Nydroj