Serenity

Chapter 70: Help, I'm Alive

Jo's POV
A few months ago

I don't believe in love anymore.

I know that I used to believe in it, I know that I've loved someone and someone has loved me. I'm capable of the feeling, but I don't think I believe in it anymore.

It's a very dark realization.

I lay back on my bed, not wanting to be bothered with anything. I feel like the next thing I know it I'm gonna even up having to kill someone. That's what I normally have to do when I'm with dad.

I rub my eyes and roll over on my bed. I just want to feel the warmth of Hero's arms around me. My body hurts, and I just want to disappear.

  The door opens and I look into the light to see a dark figure standing before me. I know who it is, but that doesn't make me happy.

  "Get up," Dean says and I don't move a muscle if I can help it. I don't get why they make me do this every few days. Get up, go out of this room and eat something as they change the sheets, come back in and be in here for days. "I said get up," he repeats for me.

  "I don't remember when I decided that I was listening to you," I say and keep my head on the pillow. What's the point of being trapped in your own darkness if you don't believe in love?

  He comes over to me and forces be to sit up. He's the definition of a nightmare dressed like a daydream. "You should be scared, I can kill you at any point," he tells me and I shake my head with the slightest smile.

  "I stopped being scared of death a long time ago," I say and get dragged out of the room.

Present day

I don't want to leave my bed.

  I didn't think it would feel like this, feel so empty. I think it's been days, but I haven't been counting. I've just laid here for however long and have barely gotten up.

  "Baby you need to get up," I hear Hero say but I don't know if I want too. But I guess actually wanting too isn't and option anymore.

  "Are we leaving?" I ask softly and feel the bed indent where Hero sat down. He's gonna try this again, like he's tried everyday. Maybe that's how I've figured out how long I've been here.

  "Tomorrow... but baby you can't just lay here and hope for the best." He tells me and I squeeze my eyes shut. I sit up and turn over to him and my eyes feel heavy.

  "I've done it before I can do it again," I say softly and sit up against the head board.

"You shouldn't have had to do it before," he tells me and I roll my eyes. He stands up, opening the shades a bit to let some light in.

"Yeah well I didn't have a choice," I mutter and take the blankets off of me and bringing my legs to the side of the bed to stand up. I look down at my leg and close my eyes.

All the blood wouldn't stop flooding down my leg.

"Jo," he says softly and I shake my head at him. I need to do something other then sulk. I need to fight.

"I need to train," I say and it probably comes from no where but I don't really care. I search through our suitcases and find a pair of leggings. I change into them and a tank top.

"You need to rest," Hero insists but I don't stop getting ready to train.

"I need to gain the muscle I lost," I say as an excuse but I could give a fuck right now.

"This won't help you heal, it's only gonna make things worse," Hero says to me and I turn to him.

"I need to do something right now and if you're not gonna help me, I'll do it myself," I say and start wrapping my hands in the tape we use for training.