Lovers/Injury

Lovers

disclaimer : I own nothing, that goes to our dear Leigh, James and Darren.

foreword :

I know I'm not the only one who thought that John and Amanda were actually lovers. In fact, I'm sure that was the original plan, but Bousman and Wan figured that no one wants to see a love affair between two sadists and that they should tie it in with the whole good parenting theme (that Jigsaw was trying to say he was a better father than Matthews). Anyway, if they had been lovers, here's their story. 
Review if you'd like. Tell me if it's good. Tell me if it's crap. There are some issues I see with it myself, but I'll take other people's word first. 

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"What did you feel?"

His voice startled her. It was a sudden intrusion in her thoughts, and as much as she adored him, she hated when he did that.

"I felt...alive." Amanda looked up at him. His mouth was a thin line, but he nodded.

"Anything else?" 

Amanda's mind fluttered back to that fateful day. What had she felt? Panic. Confusion. Anger.

"Sure, lot's of stuff."

John scoffed, "That's it?"

She hated how he prodded her, made her relive painful moments all the time. 

"That's all I want to talk about right now." She turned her body away from him again, seeking refuge from his questioning.

His hand moved to stroke his goatee, thinking to himself, "Tell me about prison."

Well, that was a new one. He never asked her about prison before. "It was dirty, and cold, and lonely." she said flatly, "And that's all there is to that."

One of his spiteful smirks graced his lips now, "Somehow I doubt that's it."

Amanda's brow raised, "I guess it wasn't." She should've known he'd see through that, "At least the heroin was nice."

"Why the heroin?"

"Nothing better to do." Amanda wrapped her arms around her waist, "Sitting in a 9 by 9 cell all day isn't exactly stimulating. All you've got is your mind, and some dirty bitches in the bunk next to you. You think of all the time you're wasting and it just gets to you. At least when you're high, you don't think about that. You don't feel that gaping hole in your heart. Even only a few moments of that sweet coma, something seems right."

John could feel he was breaking through, finally reaching something that Amanda needed to open up to.

"Tell me about what you missed when you were in prison."

"What I missed? Everything. Being able to go out with my friends, a night on the town, being dumb girls like we were. I don't have those friends anymore, you know? I went to jail, they got married and don't have the need to live like that now. They didn't understand what it was like to go to jail. You know what else I missed? My boyfriend. I missed waking up and being able to talk to him, everything we did together. He left me. My sister, she was fourteen when I was arrested. She's nineteen now. We used to be best friends. I don't even know her anymore." Amanda fought the tears welling behind her eyes. "Why? You know? Why did this happen to me?" her head sunk slowly into her hands, yet she forced the tears not to come.
Now was the time. Amanda needed release. She wasn't going to grant it to herself. John had to up it a notch.

"What about Jennifer?"

In one swift movement Amanda turned back to him, her eyes wide and jaw dropped, "How in the fuck do you know about Jennifer?"