The Dark Side of Hell

Jace °

He was nineteen. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. He had the Justin Beiber cut. A dark red football jersey that claimed him to be a "Clayton Panther."

"Hello? You okay? Better be, there's not a single fucking doctor in this shit. It's funny, when people send up supplies, they send food and beer and clothes for the day. Not band-aids or anything anyone could use. Beer. It's a damn joke."

He rolled his eyes and I smiled.

"Who else lives here?" I asked. I was so glad I wasn't alone. I could laugh just thinking about it.

"Oh. Well, no one. It's been me for a year and a half now. Or I think a year and a half. I try to keep track of time, but then I just loose interest. You know? Like, why? What's the point? Hell if there is one."

"Oh. I just got here."

He laughed. "No shit. I would've found you before if you hadn't. You know, I never asked you your name. Here's the perfect moment to make one up. Let go of your old life."

"I'm, um...." Did I really want to spend the rest of my life as a Zoe?

"I'm Jace. That's my real name, by the way."

"Zoe. That's my name."

He smiled. "My sister's name was Zoe. Now she should be 24. I don't miss her. You'll figure it out. Here, you don't miss people from Earth. Weird, huh? Soon, you forget them. I don't remember what my mom looked like. I don't remember my dad's first name. I barely remember Zoe. Was she married? Did she have kids? I dunno." He shrugged and turned away.

I followed him, noticing he was walking to his house.

"Jace? Can I ask you something?"

"Mmm?" he mumbled.

"The second I met you, I knew you were nineteen. How?"

"You pick up things about the people you're with. You're seventeen. Had your heart broken by some kid. Broke his nose."

I looked at him, stunned. And then images of himself flooded my mind.

He was eighteen. He was telling someone off. Someone that he used to love. Katie? Kathleen? Kaleigh? Something like that. She started crying and he awkwardly hugged her. He never saw her again. Probably because he got sent here.

When I saw the wooden house, I realized I was loosing my memory.

Jace's POV:

When an extra set of clothes was sitting on the queen sized bed, I knew someone else was here. Her clothes were gray, white, and black.

Shit. A Goth? An emo? And homestly, even after a year I couldnt handle another girl. I sighed. Kaitlyn.

I needed to forget her. She was a bitch. A cheating, manipulative bitch, whom I hated. So why did I miss her so much?

Zoe. She was gorgeous, and she didnt even know it. What would Jack say?

Jack ran Pancrea. Sometimes he talks to me. He knows everything about the Forces here, everything about Pancrea, and everything about Elders. He's amazing.

Zoe is more stunning than Kaitlyn. An image of me and her kissing took over my mind, but I quiclkly pushed it out. I needed to start slow if I really wanted her.

If she goes to The Valley...I'm screwed. She would know that I lied, and I hate lying to people, especially people like her...and Kaitlyn...

More images of Zoe took over my mind, and I saw her with an attractive guy. Her age. Luke? Getting names off memories sucks here.

She thinks Kaitlyn is someone on Earth...interesting.

I thought about what will happen when Zoe finds out the truth. Will she leave me? Probably. Will she hate me? Most likely. How long do I have? A year, at best.

Then she'll find The Valley. I thought my life was over a year and a half ago when I got banished to this part of Pamcrea. I thought I'd never see another human face again. When I saw the clothes, I thought it was...I am not sure. But having someone is something, right?

Not if she finds out. God, my life will be over.

This is my only chance. I pray to God I don't blow it.