This Is Exactly How I Imagine Jake But With Blue Eyes

this is exactly how i imagine jake but with blue eyes

LOOK AT HIS SMILEE

MC: I throw sarcastic phrases because if I throw knives I'll go to jail.

In The Stars

author's note: i missed writing one shots (you also know that i love writing sad stories) hope you like it!

She couldn't tell fact from fiction anymore.

She hadn't slept through the night in so long because thoughts of him haunted her constantly. Every attempt to nap ended the same way. With her eyes closed, she saw the hundreds of messages she exchanged with him. From the worst ones, where both lacked hope, but their presence gave them strenght, to the sweet ones, where they forgot about the world around them. Where the group, the Hannah search or the government didn't matter. Where they were just two people who were blindly in love with each other. Where in these small moments they could breathe a sigh of relief and find their own definition of peace.

She was reliving them all. And she regretted so much that those moments were so few. That she didn't get to know him fully. That they did not experience what other lovers in great romantic novels did.

Despite the passage of time, she could not come to terms with it, much less erase it from her memory. Then it was all about him. Every thought, every dream or whisper in her head. She never expected his departure to be so painful. The hole that was still bleeding in her heart was making her breathing more shaky than normal. Every day she fell apart, only to put herself back together again in the evening. However, after the nightmares that haunted her at night, the morning came when she had to face the world again, pretending that she was still alive, even though she couldn't live anymore.

Every day she tried to forget everything. Get rid of every memory left of him. But she felt him all the time. And she was sure that she will always feel him.

A few months later she was sitting on the edge of the roof, her legs hanging loosely and the cool night wind chilling her body. The night was absolutely beautiful. A full moon and thousands of stars illuminated her face. With a sigh, she reached into the pocket of her black sweatshirt to pull out the box of pills she put away each day. She poured some into her palm and swallowed them without sipping. She closed her eyes, blowing steam from her mouth due to the low temperature. She tried to let herself feel the blissful state she usually felt after the drugs that somehow allowed her to fight another day.

– Bad day?

Hearing a soft voice behind her, she immediately opened her eyes and turned her head.

He was standing there. In the darkness of the night she couldn't see his face, but the silhouette of the hacker made her feel a longed-for peace. A pleasant warmth spread inside her, as if someone had poured hot water on her frozen body.

– You are here. – she whispered in a trembling voice – You're here again.

She watched as he started walking towards her, nodding his head in response. He sat down next to her. His face was still blurred as if pixelated, but she could recognize his blue eyes, which were always calm, harmonious, and warm. So much warmth that could have lulled her to sleep. They felt so real that once again she was sure it was really him.

– You know these meetings of ours are... – He paused and scratched the back of his neck, searching for the right word. – Alarming.

She smiled. However, the smile did not last long, because after a few moments tears stung under her eyelids and she was not going to stop them. Not here and not with him.

– You can't keep doing this.

– I'm trying to quit it, all the time, but it's just too hard. – she looked down at her lap and he took her hand

But she felt nothing but coldness and lasting emptiness.

Then she burst into even more sobs that shook her whole body. She choked on it, as she had that night when she found out about the mine explosion.

– Please don't cry. – he said softly as his other hand caressed her cheek where he was wiping away the tears – It's okay.

– No, it's not. – she croaked – Tell me what I can do to make you stay? What can I do so you won't leave?

He looked straight into her eyes, still gently holding her cheek, on which he was drawing patterns unknown to her with his thumb.

– You can't do anything because you know perfectly well that I'm not..

– Please don't say that – she whimpered, looking pleadingly into his eyes

She didn't want to hear it because each time it felt like the hole in her heart was growing even bigger.

– I'm not here, MC.

The words vanished into the air with the gust of wind. MC squeezed her eyes shut as more hot tears ran down her face. She hated those moments. She hated them because even though she knew he was right, she still couldn't accept it.

She opened her eyes and the seat next to her was empty. He hadn't been there for long, endless months. He never showed up. It was only an illusion and an image of her riddled psyche, which she could not part with. It was the last thing left of him.

It's been five whole months. She knew that tomorrow would be another day when no one would notice that something was wrong. And she would come back here again to feel his presence for a while. In the middle of the night, where only the stars will witness their meeting. She knew it was bad for her. But she couldn't muster the courage to say goodbye.

More than anything in the world, she wished Jake would still haunt her.

"I don't wanna say goodbye, 'cause this one means forever

And now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far

Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers"

Another Love

Chapter 9: Panic room

Previous <-

warnings: physical and psychological violence, abuse of bodily integrity

MC's POV

I woke up and was greeted by complete darkness.

My body was tense, probably from lying indefinitely on the cool cement. I shook my neck and heard the characteristic snap of bones. I felt a great thirst. Is it because of the drugs they injected me? They probably caused dehydration of the body. I strained my eyes, trying to see anything that would tell me where I was. Unfortunately, the room was unlit, and the only thing I knew was that it was cold in here and that I was lying on cement.

I stood up on shaky legs and immediately had to lean against the wall because of the dizziness and headache. I haven't been standing for the last... Exactly how long have I been in this darkness? How long has it been since that early morning when I left Jake? I cursed myself deep down for ever leaving that fucking motel. After a few minutes I regained control of my body, so I headed towards the door where I saw a small window, which unfortunately was covered with bars. A streak of light suddenly shone through that small window. So someone turned on the light in the hallway.

I stood in front of the door and pounded on it with all my strength.

– What do you want from me?! – I screamed, still pounding until my knuckles started to burn

Less than 5 minutes passed, and I heard footsteps, and the door flew open forcefully pushing me from the exit. Four men dressed in dark shades entered the room. They had hoods on their heads, so I couldn't see their faces. My heart began to beat mercilessly fast, painfully pounding against my chest.

– Sleeping Beauty has finally graced us with her presence. – one of them said, and his voice made me shiver with fear. But I wasn't about to give them the satisfaction.

– Who are you? – I asked again, trying to control my voice. – What do you want from me?

The man who had spoken earlier took a few more steps to stand in front of me. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek and his hand touching it.

– It's nothing personal, birdie. – he said, his thumb grazing my lower lip. – But your lover got under our skin. Tell me how does it feel to be his whore?

I clenched my jaw, trying not to let my anger influence my behavior. I might have done something I would regret.

– I don't know what you're talking about.

– Don't pretend to be dumber than you are. – he growled with undisguised anger – Fucking Jacob. But you probably prefer to call him Jake, don't you? What else do you call him? Jakey? Sweetie? Or maybe my lion?

You can see he was a Game of Thrones fan.

I felt him staring at me intensely, but I remained silent.

– Are you silent now? – he asked with dripping irony. – I'm sure those pretty lips can make a sound. Your dear Jake has heard them already?

– Screw you.

I felt a hard slap on my cheek, which made my face contort the other way. The force of the impact made my ears stop, but in the background I heard an unknown man shouting something to the others. Suddenly, my eyes stung terribly as the lights in the room turned on.

I had to blink a few times to get used to the brightness. I didn't even have time to register how the other two men grabbed me by the arms and pulled me towards a chair I hadn't seen before. I was kicking like an animal, scratching their hands and screaming senselessly for which I got another punch, this time in the stomach. I tried not to cry out in pain as they tied my ankles with rope to the legs of the chair.

– We'll hurt you worse if you won't shut up. – one of them said, moving away from me

I moved my bound limbs to see if it would be possible to get out of the grip of the ropes. Well, it was a miracle. I looked up, meeting the man in front of me. Now I could see his face. He was about 40 years old and had a beard on his face. His eyes were the color of spring grass.

– You want to get Jake, I already know that. But what did he do to you? – I asked, subconsciously contracting my muscles to loosen the bonds just a little

– You think you know him, but the truth is you don't know shit about him. – he answered shortly, and I saw that he was holding a gun and a hunting knife in his belt. – Didn't you know that your hero Jake has something to do with an organization that sells organs?

– You think I'll believe you? – I replied as he raised his eyebrows and smiled genuinely

– You are naive. You think a hacker with skills like him will waste his time hacking games or some shit? – he asked looking me straight in the eye. I swallowed. – Darling, Jacob helped us find people with the healthiest organs. You probably know that he's capable of finding all sorts of information about people, right? Health cards, jobs, private life. He gave it all to us on a platter so that later other people would properly take care of such a unit. He knowingly sent them to certain death.

It's all lies. Don't believe them, MC.

My heart stopped and my stomach twisted in unpleasant spasms. I was starting to feel stuffy.

– That's true, birdie. – He walked over to me and crouched down so our faces were on the same level. I dully and stubbornly looked at my lap, but his firm grip on my jaw made me look at him. His strong touch almost crushed my chin. – We don't have to cut you. You just need to tell me where he is.

– I don't know. – I answered immediately – Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you anything.

A soft laugh escaped his lips before he gripped my hair tightly and pulled my head back. I groaned in pain.

– I totally understand why he likes you so much. – he muttered, holding on tight – I'd like to tame such a wild girl too. See her begging for mercy.

He let go of my hair and took a knife from his belt. I began to breathe faster, watching as he cut my dress with a decisive and quick movement. He ripped it off my body leaving me in my underwear. I flinched and thrashed in my chair as he devoured my almost naked body with his gaze while his knife wandered over it.

– Enough.

I lifted my eyes to the door where a man a little younger than the others was standing. I realized that he was probably in charge of the entire organization. He had a distinctive mustache and piercing brown eyes. He raised his hand, and the man in front of me reluctantly moved away.

– Sorry, they still haven't learned any manners. – he said to me, and there was some crazy smile on his face – How’s it feel to be in here, princess?

I shivered as I smelled his scent. His aura reeked of blood and corpses.

– I'd prefer my bed, but it could be worse. – I replied making him chuckle

– Little miss sassy. – he muttered under his breath and walked over to me. I held my breath, expecting the worst, but with a sigh he crouched down and untied the ropes. As much as I wanted to fucking move my limp limbs, I was frozen like a stone, afraid to move. – You can call me an Artist.

I nodded my head slightly. He looked at me with some madness in his eyes. He must have been imagining me with my throat slit or my guts torn out.

– You must think we're monsters. – he said, and his tone was appallingly sad and serious. – Look at it another way. We help people in need. We save the lives of people who urgently need a transplant, and waiting in hospital queues would kill them.

– By killing others? By depriving them of choice? You are ruining the lives of their families as well.

Artist clucked impatiently.

– You're very pessimistic about it. – he admitted and his fingers began to move over my body like a brush on a canvas. – You will be my greatest art, dear MC. You don't know how long I've waited to have someone like you here.

And then he left with everything else. He slammed the door shut and I immediately ran to it and slammed it with my hand.

– Let me out! – I screamed. – I won't tell you anything, so you might as well kill me right now!

I will not give them control.

In the window I saw the man who had torn off my dress earlier.

– Don’t scream, you’re only wasting your precious energy. – he said, licking his lip disgustingly – Or scream. It's turning on and no one here will hear you anyway.

I slid down the wall, no longer holding back tears. I felt bile in my throat, because through the eyes of my imagination I saw my own death. Slow and painful. I was shaking, unable to catch my breath.

Soon after, the lights went out. They tried psychological tricks, trying to break me. They gave me apparent freedom by getting rid of the ropes, but by locking me in complete silence and darkness, they knew they had control over me.

I never thought that silence could be louder and more overwhelming than screaming.

Then I swore one thing. I won't let them break me even if it means that they will kill me.

quick question

do you prefer one slightly longer chapter or two shorter ones?

just our favorite comedic duo