Beautiful Little Jay-Bird

Chapter 1- My Only One

Jeff's P.O.V.

I ran from the room. I felt the tears spill from my cheeks. "Masky, how do you lose a body?" I screamed. "I don't know! I'm sorry that Iris died and I'm sorry her body is missing! But you need to realize that your twins need you, now. And you still have to thank Pinkamena for delivering the two babies, yesterday! She delivered your goddamn kids! Thank her!" he snapped. "You want me to thank her for killing Iris? No thanks." I screamed, again. "Dude, Iris would've died, anyway!" he snapped. I felt the tears come down harder.

The morning before, Iris had given birth two my son and daughter, but had complications, which resulted in her death. I break down every time I think about it. Then, there was the fact that her body went missing, so I couldn't get the closure I needed. Even if the body hadn't disappeared, I'd probably still not get enough closure. "I know you're depressed Jeff, but the twins need you-"  I looked directly at him. "They killed Iris. They are not mine. They never will be." I turned away from him, struck with too much grief. "Jeff, being angry and denying that they're yours won't bring her back-" At that point, I'd fallen to my knees and was crying as hard as I could. My sanity and heart couldn't take much more. "Kill the two brats for all I care!" I screamed. "Jeff... Alright."

Masky disappeared and I stayed on the floor, in a small puddle of my own tears. My eyes had to have been a horrible shade of red. Iris, the only thing I had ever really loved, she'd been taken from me the day before and I was filled with all types of sorrow.

Ar first, I wanted to believe that she was going to live, even when she told me that her time was up. I didn't know how to take that, so I told her that I wouldn't let her die. After she had given birth to them, she began to bleed. I held her in my arms and told her that she'd made it, but she just put her finger to my lips and shook her head. I picked her up and even though she began to bleed on me, I didn't care. I held her in my arms and told her everything was going to be fine, that she was alright. She just shook her head again. Then, she told me that she wanted to die doing one of the things she had always loved, singing, and she wanted to be singing to someone she loves. Iris then looked me in the eye and began to sing the song "My Immortal" by Evanecence. I shook my head and the tears began to drip from my eyes. She then whispered to me "You're my immortal, Jeff." and shut her eyes. At that point, I'd lost it and began to cry harder than ever. Pinkamena had to literally pull me off of her corpse. I screamed and kicked and tried to kill Pinkamena so that I could get to Iris, but it was useless. When I came back an hour later, she was gone.

All of the sudden, lying on the floor, my memory of her death flew over me again. The night before, all of the blood, pain, tears, my hurt. Iris shouldn't be dead! I wanted to be dead, as well! I wanted the world to take me out and I wanted to feel pain! I felt in my pocket for my knife and pulled it out. Hoping it would help me, I cut my arms a few times with it. The pain in my chest didn't go away, but now my arms were bleeding. "Fuck the world!" I threw my knife across the room, got on my bed, and began to cry again. Why did everything have to be against me?

A few hours later, I was still weeping. I sat up and realized that I hadnt heard the twins or Masky in a while. "Masky?" I asked. Masky stepped in, holding a bloody knife. I remember what I'd asked him to do and I slammed him against the wall, choking him. "You killed them!" I screamed. "No... I... Ack..." I gave him a weird look and released his neck. "Then who's blood is on that knife?" I asked. "Just blood! I was going to teach you a lesson about saying things like what you said about killing the twins, but you went fucking psycho!" I looked at him for a minute. "... I need to see them. I didn't think about how this would effect them, since they need a mom.

Suddenly, I heard crying. I shot down the hall, but found the door was locked. "Liu! Just grab one brat, and leave the other one!" snapped a female voice that sounded all too familiar. I began to try to break down the door as hard as I could. "DAMMIT!!!" I scream. I continue to hear the screams of newborns and finally, I got the door to open.  They were both gone and my daughter was crying on the floor, my son nowhere in sight. I sat on the ground and lifted up my daughter. Now that I really looked at her, I realized she look like both Iris and I. She had black hair and silver eyes like mine. However, she had pale skin like Iris. She wasn't as pale as me, though. I could tell she would be beautiful someday.

I put her to my chest softly and began to rock her. She stopped crying and looked at my face. Usually, when babies saw my face, they cried. She didn't cry though. Instead, she stared at me. Didn't smile or cry, just stared at me. I felt her skin, it was so soft unlike mine which felt like leather. "Ssssssssh." I shushed her, trying to soothe her. I really had hated her until this moment. In this moment, I realized it was quite the opposite. She was mine, and didn't have to anybody elses. Just my little girl.

Then, I realized we didn't name her. I thought about all the names for a little girl. Anna, Bethy, Lucy, Misty, Sabrina, Holly, none of it seemed to fit her. Then, I thought of one. "Jaycee..." I whispered. It was perfect for her. Innocent and sweet, yet it was bold. "My little Jaycee..." I began to rock her again. I would've sang her a lullabye, but I was afraid that my horrible singing voice would startle her, so I just hummed one, instead. Masky was watching me with her. "So... What's her name?" he asked. "Jaycee is her first name, and her middle name will be Iris. So, Jaycee Iris Philips is her full name." I whispered. I walked over and put her back in her crib.

I was about to leave, but I didn't want to. Hell, I didn't want t put her down. Slowly, I crept over to the crib, picked her up, and brought her to our living room. I began to sort of give her a tour of the house, seeing as how she didn't get to see the entire house, yet. When I was finished, I brought her to the couch and just sat with her for a while. We just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, me with pride, her with confusion. Until, finally, she shut her eyes and felt asleep in my arms.