Kilgraved

One Year

Her eyes fluttered slightly as there still was that sharp pain coursing like a turbulent through her body. Sitting up on a rather hard and stiff mattress was unexpected to say the least as the morning brought sun light upon her cheeks. The young girl looked at her wrapped and taped torso through curious eyes as she didn't remember much of the previous twenty four hours. With a groan she got up and walked across, what she was guessing, a bedroom full of matted skinny jeans and tank tops on the floor, accompanied by quarter full bottles of alcohol. Whiskey and Vodka by the looks of it, and went out to the living room hearing the familiar voice in her head. "Shit." The voice said in the next room over, "Malcolm, how the hell can I handle all these damn cases when Kilgrave is sure to still be out there and not only that, he fucking knows it's the one year time period as well so he has to have a plan to fuck with me." Said the voice that was instilled in her mind but who was she? And Kilgrave? Trish walked slowly across when all of a sudden a voice called out "Good morning, how ya feeling?" Then Trish was greeted with the presence of that voice in full, physical form. A young woman of around 22 years old, 5'7 by the looks of it, shoulder length dark chocolate brown hair with pale white skin full of bruises and scars. Her slim figure was complimented by muscle as she wore blue skinny jeans and a black tank top. "My name is Jessica Jones, let me reintroduce myself since you went through a lot of shit last night and probably don't even remember." Her chocolate brown eyes fixed on the young girl, offering out her hand for a greeting to which Trish returned in kind. "Nice to meet you, I'm Patricia Walker, but call me Trish. If you don't mind me asking, I overheard you, it's the one year of what?"
With that question Jess just froze. She had never wanted to think let alone talk about that psychotic deformity knows as Kilgrave. Her body tensed from her neck down to her knees, she felt goosebumps pry their way on to her arms and legs as the fear returned of imagining and framing each moment of the past eight months in her mind but she had to shake them out and focus on the girl standing before her, who has obviously experienced the same trauma as her so why not let some of this out? What the hell? "Just.. A year ago I had been taken.. Well abducted and controlled by this freak for eight months and I got away a few months ago.." Jess refrained from continuing as she didn't want to expose and open herself up to some complete stranger she found bleeding on the ground in some alley way. "If youre talking about Kilgrave, I know what it's like. I just got away a few days ago, he made me kiss him.. Wash him.. Feed him.. Jump, blow, entertain him for two months.. But he said I was never as good as you and beat me for hours until I was just like you.." Trish admitted tearing up and biting her lip in utter humiliation and sadness until she found herself inside a tight embrace from Jess. This was very uncharacteristic for Jessica but she had found someone who needed a shoulder who has experienced the same tortures as her, finally she didn't feel alone on this. "Don't worry Trish, I swear to you I will protect you and destroy that bastard once and for all. I promise."