Hostage *EDITING*

Chapter 13

Jess's P.O.V.

Where am I? This all seems familiar, but I can't tell for sure.

I was still in a coma it seemed, and I was going insane. Not being able to move, speak, anything. I couldn't fight against Lion when he kidnapped me again. I couldn't do anything, except scream internally at myself for being so stupid.

Why aren't I dead? I want to die.

How does someone fail at suicide so many times? What is keeping me alive? Why can't I die?

I try screaming, but I don't move. Other than my chest rising and falling in an even pattern. I can't even control that if I tried. I can't hold my breath, meaning I can't commit suicide in my state. Hopefully, I'll die not being hooked up to the IV, but as far as I can tell, I'm not going anywhere.

I hear the sound of a creaking door, presumably the attic door.

"Kitten, baby, it's Lion," I internally gag at him calling me baby, "I haven't found Ti- erm, your m-mother... yet. I haven't found your mother yet, she's still missing." He shuffled as he spoke about Tiger being my 'mother'.

"But I will keep looking! I always will, just like I kept looking for you. And I will make sure you can live a happy life, after we can figure out how to get you out of this coma thing, and we will! I promise." He was rushing as he spoke, still shuffling as if he felt guilty. And he should, the only reason I'm in thus state is because of him.

I tried screaming at him.

Tiger is gone, because of you! I'm in a coma, because of you! This is all your fault! This is all because of you.

Of course, no words came out. The only sign of life in my was the steady breathing escaping my nose as my chest moved.

He kissed my forehead before heading towards the door. If I could move, I'd have shivered and screamed at him.

Just before stepping out, he spoke once more. "Once I get back Tiger, she'll know what to do. I know you're probably hungry, but I need to find Tiger," and with that, he left.

I didn't realize how hungry I was until he mentioned it. I was really hungry, actually. When was the last time I had eaten? At the hospital? That was days ago. Maybe I'll get lucky and die of starvation.

For now, I was stuck in this miserable unconscious state, left alone to a stomach that seemed to be eating me alive.

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All day I tried and tried and tried again to move. No luck. I was stick in my own mind. It was terrifying. My mind always seemed to drift to Kaylee, no matter what I was thinking about first. Everything reminded me of her.

Me trying to hold my breath reminded me of how we used to see who could hold their breath the longest under water.

Me trying to move my fingers and toes reminded me of how we took long walks in the snow until we couldn't feel either.

The more I think about her, the more it hurts. The pain builds in my chest but I can't weep to let it out. It's like trying to hold in a hiccup, it doesn't work, but being in this coma, I have no control.

Inturrupting my thoughts, something strokes my cheek. I didn't hear anyone come in, who's there? Lion left didn't he? Who could be here?

I try shouting out to them, but obviously that didn't work.

The touch continues to stroll down my cheek, then vanishes reaching the end of my chin, leaving a crawling feeling where it's trace was, almost itchy. Shortly after, the same happened on my other cheek, and again and again. What was happening? Who was doing this to me? Why weren't they speaking?

After a few minutes of freaking out internally, it seems to stop, but there are no noises indicating that someone was walking away, they just seemed to vanish.

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Hours later, Lion came back up to the attic.

"Kitten, honey, I'm home," he spoke to me like I was his wife. It was disgusting.

"I, um, still haven't found Tiger yet, but I will, soon," he continues, clearly stubbing as he spoke.

"Kitten? Wha- why is your face red?" He spoke in an alarmingly concerned voice.

He quickly made his was over to my side and stroked my cheek with his thumb. "What the? We're you crying? But how?"

Oh... I wasn't being stroked. Thats good, but how can I cry if I'm in a coma? I didn't think that was possible. Was I waking up? If I was, why haven't I yet?

I could feel Lions presents still beside be. His breaths were ridged and uneven, like he'd just seen a ghost, presumably. I don't understand, why is he shocked? Shouldn't he be happy
That I might be waking up? I know it's a suck thought, but that's what to expect from someone as twisted as him.

Without another word, I hear his quiet footsteps walk away from the bed towards the other side of the room. The hatch to the door opens and Lion starts to unhook the ladder. Based on how long it took him, he seemed to have struggled for quite some time. Eventually, he did leave though, no other words were spoken.

Ok then?

I don't even know what to think. Is it bad if I'm showing emotion before I wake up? Is that a thing? I need to wake up. I need to now.

I used everything I could to try to make even the slightest of movements. I tried just making a finger twitch, even a toe. I tried getting an eyelid to flutter and I even tried to make a noise, any noise, come from my mouth.

I need to do this.

Do it for Kaylee. She'd want you to live, not die for her sake.

Then I screamed.

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