Red. All she could currently see was red and the only thing she could hear was a buzzing sensation louder than the countless thoughts in her head. This is where the rage went. It was brewing and brewing from the constant arguments she shared with the other. It was a different state of mind when she switched into her pure form. It wasn’t Jessica. It was a monster that was built up inside of her. Where time and logic didn’t connect. It was pure brokenness. A personality split that often people didn’t see. Her boss, knowing full well that the split personalities within her were not to be trusted, found a way to turn that brokenness into a weapon.
She didn’t mean to snap like she did. She didn’t realize the damage that she created until she found herself being pulled back by Holden and Catalina. It was a massacre. Everyone in a puddle of blood while the women trying to snap Jess out of her psychotic break. ❝ Jess. Wake up. Wake up. They can’t hurt you anymore. It’s over. It’s not them... It’s not them. Please, wake up. ❞ There wasn’t much the team knew how to do. All they knew is that Cat was the only person who was able to snap her out of it. No one knew what phrase it was that turned her into a machine, and no one knew what phrase brought her out of her hypnotic state. Only that Cat’s tone reminded her that there was something outside of this moment. It always ended up with Jessica in tears and an apology. ❝ I didn’t mean to— I — I just— I’m sorry. ❞ Going limp in Holden’s arms as she cried hysterically, Catalina holding her blood covered locks as she pressed a kiss to her temple, ❝ It’s not your fault. It’s okay, Jess. It’s okay. ❞
Holden insisted that he drop her off straight to her apartment while Catalina and Maverick decided how they should fix this. It was concerning. It had been a while since Jessica snapped like that. Catalina was pissed. She warned Everleigh that it was too close to home for her, and that it wasn’t necessarily safe to put her on this mission; yet here they were. With more of a mess and more of an issue. Afterwards, calling up her husband with a clean up crew while the rest of the team would have to pull an all-nighter in an attempt to cover up the mess Jess made. The whole ride home was in silence as she was covered in blood, shaking. Holden had the heat on with his hand running up and down her back in an attempts to sooth her. ❝ Don’t worry, we’re going to take care of it okay. Let’s get you home. I can clean you up if you want? ❞ ❝ No. I want to be alone. ❞ ❝ Are you sure? I mean, it’s no big deal ❞ Holden said softly. The whole team had dealt with their trauma in their own way, but they all had a particular soft spot for Jessica. After the truth about her parents was revealed, it tore them all apart. They despised them, not for what followed them for their lives, but how they could do something so sinister for their own daughter. It made them all sick. Even after their death, it wasn’t enough to keep Jessica from falling apart during times like this. Jessica just felt embarrassed about her lack of self control. ❝ Hold, please. I just, I just want to be by myself. ❞ ❝ Okay, just make sure that you call Cat in the morning.... ❞
Jess managed to walk up the stairs to her apartment. Completely forgetting about the fact that Daphne was probably asleep somewhere. Shedding herself of her blood soaked clothes until she was left in just a bra and underwear. Even that was stained with blood. Jess just needed to clear her head. She still felt like she was disassociated from herself while she stared in the mirror; trying to convince herself that the face that she was staring at was truly her own. Attempting to wake herself up with splashing cold water in her face. Something. Anything to feel something other than this numbness.The only thing she forget to expect was Daphne. Her voice snapped her right into place before she looked at her. Looking at her hands and face. She didn’t realize she got hit until she said something, it’s almost like hearing that she got hit allowed her to feel the bruises.
❝ It’s not mine. It doesn’t matter anymore anyways. ❞ Purposely not addressing the question of who hit her. They were dead. It didn’t matter anymore anyways. Jess sighed and started up the shower. Her form showing the embarrassment and brokeness as she couldn’t even come up with more to say to her girlfriend. How often did someone wake up to seeing someone soaked in blood other than their own? Unfortunately for Daphne, she didn’t have the energy to explain more than she did. .
