Forever And Ever.

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Several weeks, maybe even a couple months passed, I dont know which because the medication they made me take was making me forget most things and walk around like a zombie, not bad like before because I am self aware this time but, its still pretty damn bad.
"Jess? Jessie? Jessica? Hello? Can yer her us?" A voice says from somewhere in the abyss. I open my eyes. Its bright so I have to blink and try and focus them but its still to bright so I squeeze them shut.

"What? What do yer ....want?" I speak  really slowly as the medication has slowed my thoughts from a million miles an hour to like 20 miles an hour.

"Whatdoyermeanwhatthefuckdowewant?" A voice that can only be that of Liam Gallagher's shoots out in one word "we came to see yer, remember?".

I sit up on the bench I was sat on in the hospital courtyard, the same bench patsy sat on that time when she came. Guigsy, Liam and Noel all sat on another bench opposite, except for Noel as he was opposite me.
"Ah, yes, so yer did. Fuckin' silly me" I lie with a smile. I infact do not remember them even turning up or even coming down here. Just the abyss.

"Are yer ok? You blacked out Jess" Noel replies.

"Fine, I just havent slept is all". That was another lie, I may forget most things, but I know one thing, I sleep alot. Theres nothing else to do but mindlessly watch tv or stare out a window at a field of grass or sleep.

"Are you sure?" He smiles nervously "Jess you can stay longer if you need to, maybe let it blow over first".

"Let what blow over?" I ask. Obviously we had been talking about something before I blacked out.

"This" Guigsy says and passes me a copy of  magazine.

'A week in the life of a Gallagher'

"Ok, whats so bad about that?".

"Well it dont exactly paint yer in the best light, Jess" Noel replies.

"I didnt even know we had a reporter doing a story on us on tour" I reply "when was this?".

"Around the same time as Southend" Liam cuts in.

I open the magazine and read the article. "Listen to this: 'Noel Gallagher's wife Jessica, who used to be head journalist at NME Magazine in her early to mid twenties, really isnt the sort of person you would expect to be. There are alot of famous people (like that of Mick Jagger, Rod Stewart and even ex-beatle Ringo Starr) that all have a story to tell about the crazy party they had with Jess in attendance or that she hosted. But, in real life, Jess is quite boring, she's just your typical mum-of-one trying to make it through the ballshit life throws at her.
Whilst she has been recovering well since her almost fatal accident involving falling out of a second storey window, I cant help but feel she is lacking something, maybe its that famed charm that everyone else around her seems to have or that it just so happens that her husband is a rockstar and she is just normal'. Well that were harsh" I chuckle.

"I dont like the fact they fuckin' made light of the accident is all" Noel replies "we could sue them for defamation of character".

"Noel, I'm sat in a psych because I can barely handle my life as it is. Dont yer think a court case would make that worse?" I ask. He just nods, agreeing with me. He places my hand in his on his knee and holds onto it for dear life.

"Remember the days when none of us had to worry about any of this?" Liam asks "when we could do what we want, when we want, no problem".

"Yeah" everyone agrees. That got me thinking.
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The moment the drugs hit was the moment I had to get out the car. Noel was taking me to some movie premier I think it was for James Bond: Golden Eye starring the handsome Pierce Brosnan. We had invited Liam to tag along on the red carpet but apparently it was 'too high society' for the likes of him. I had agreed with him but then I realised it would be nice to be on the recieving end of a camera at an event like this for once and to spend some alone time with Noel, even if it did involve interviews. I wore silver sequined dress and silver heels with a faux white fur coat and a white clutch bag that had a chain on it that I put over my shoulder. My hair was in a plaited bun and noel said it looked ginger where the brown dye had faded and mixed with my natural mousy brown colour.
I almost staggered back as I stepped out of the chocolate brown rolls royce onto the red carpet. Noel held his arm out to me and I took ahold of it like we were heading to a fancy ball of somesort. "Yer alright?" He whispers in my ear.