I Never Wanted This Lifestyle for Her

-Part Twenty-Nine-

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JJ's***POV

I opened my eyes to be inside my old house, where my mother was killed.
I felt around on the cold hard ground and found my glasses.
I felt like fucking velma(or was it whelma?) from Scooby Doo.
I looked down next to me to see my mother's body.
She looked beautiful.
Dead or not.
My hand reached out to touch her cheek until a heavy weight pushed me back down to the spot I awoke.
It was him.
He wrapped his hands around my throat as I looked around to find anything I could use to get away.
My eyes started to water as I started to choke on my own coughs.
Through me teared up eyes I spotted a little girl.
It looked like me, but I couldn't tell.
She ran over to me but was pushed into a closet by him.
Just like I was.
He resumed his position again on top of me, hands around my throat till it got harder to breath.
My legs stopped kicking at him and my fingers stop scratching at him.
I fell into a deep darkness.
I was dead.

I woke up screaming, waking up anyone and everyone that was there.
I sat up really fast making me dizzy and naucious. (sp?)
My stomach hurt, not the type where you have to take flu medicine or some shit, but like something stabbed me.
I looked down to see a roll of tape bound around my rib cage holding a cloth to my stomach, in the spot that hurt.
I let out a painful moan as I placed my hand gently on it.
Gerard grasped my other hand as Frank ran out of the room to probably get a doctor.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently as he pushed back my bangs that were hanging in my face.
"B-bad dream." I stuttered as I nodded and hugged me closely.

Frank came running back in panting with a doctor who immediately came to my aid.
I hated doctors, just as much as I hated my dad.
I looked at him as he put a telthescope on my chest and took my pulse.
Fucking doctors.

"What happened?" He asked as I laid back in my bed.
"Just a bad dream." I explained as he nodded.
"She'll be fine." The doctor said as he turned to Frank.

He nodded and the doctor left.
I let out a sigh and Frank grabbed my other hand.

"Want to talk about it?" Gerard said as he looked at my eyes.

I've never talked to both of them at the same time, only when I was referring to both of them.

"S-sure." I said as they listening intently.

"I had a dream where my dad was choking me. I saw my mom's dead body next to mine. I think I also saw myself as a little girl. Then I woke up screaming." I said as my head started to hurt.