Random Jensa oneshots

This is seriously the most random thing ever

A/N: Jorgen, honey...

OH AND: Trigger warnings: Kinda suicide attempt, pills, and vomiting.

"Maybe we... shouldn't do this."

Spensa rolls her eyes. "What? You have something to hide?"

He shakes his head. "That... doesn't even make sense. This machine is supposed to show you a memory I've forgotten."

"... I hate it when you're right."

Jorgen drums his fingers on the back of her chair. "I wonder what memory it will show you... or, us, because I'll be able to see it on the screen."

Spensa shrugs. "No way to know until we try it."

"Put on the VR headset, then."

She pulla it on over her head and whispers: "What now?"

"I think we wait?" Jorgen whispers back, sliding his hand into hers. She can tell he's staring at the screen, waiting for something to appear.

After a moment, a fuzzy image pops up in Spensa's headset. She squints, trying to make out what it is.

It's his room, she guesses, as the image focuses more. It's like looking right through his eyes...

It's night time, or at least evening. He's... sitting on the floor with the lights off.

"I must have been about 4 or 5... maybe 6." Jorgen tells her, and she jumps- having forgotten he was in the room.

Dim arguing comes from the other room and Jorgen immediately tenses. Based on their voices, she's guessing it's his parents.

He rocks himself back and forth as the arguing gets louder. They watch silently as young Jorgen starts to cry.

After about half a minute of this, his tears stop and he stands up shakily. He tip-toes down the hall and opens the last door, which leads to a bathroom.

He looks around the room before his eyes land on a cabinet high up on the wall. He goes to the toilet and stands on the lid- and by doing that he can just barely reach the cabinet. He opens it and hesitates a moment before reaching for something on the top shelf.

Jorgen pulls down a bottle of... pills?

"What in the scudding-" Spensa starts, but he interrupts her with:

"Turn it off."

Present Jorgen is shaking. "What? Why? Who's pills are those?"

"My moms. They're my moms. Please, Spensa..." but he trails off and doesn't finish because past Jorgen is fiddling around with the cap on the pills.

When the cap finally pops off, young Jorgen stares at the pills inside before taking one with equally shaky hands as present Jorgen and shoving it in his mouth. He stands in front of the mirror and stares at himself as he swallows.

A single tear rolls down his face as he swallows another one.

Another.

Another.

Until he drops the container on the ground, empty.

His knees buckle and then he's lying on the ground, vision blurry. Spensa's trying to figure out how such a small child could survive such a big overdose, because it's easier than trying to figure out the other thing.

Why?

Footsteps, and then the door swings open. "Jorgen-" his mother starts, and Jorgen's eyes swing up to meet hers.

His mother sees the empty pill bottle and her expression changes.

She scoops him up and brings him to the toilet, opening the lid and gently guiding his mouth over it. He tries to struggle but already the effects of the pills are kicking in and he's weak.

His mother smooths back his hair and whispers to him, "Please honey, don't fight me." Before she opens his mouth and sticks her fingers up his throat to trigger his gag reflex.

He starts vomiting up an assortment of colorful pills and his mother exhales in relief. "Good boy." she whispers shakily.

He starts sobbing and his mother holds him tight in her arms and he cries and cries and cries.

Spensa's seen enough. She takes off the headset and turns to him. He's staring at the screen, pointedly avoiding her gaze. "Looks like I did have something to hide after all." he whispers.

A/N: EIOFJROEIDGNN I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY I HAD TO-

Also sorry this is the most - r a n d o m - thing ever but I had the idea and I really wanted to write it soooo this was born... sorry if it was unrealistic... :T

Hope you enjoyed!

Wait, no I don't that would be weird asf-