It was Saturday night and Jane was going to a party. The last party she went was for Mallory's fifth birthday. There were only the two girls and Mallory's uncle. It was fun but the man insisted to be alone with the young girl to give her privately her birthday present. Jane was disappointed but she understood him, he was shy, like her.
She was excited by this party, all her new friends would be there, she was sure it would be very fun. She hoped there would be candies, she loved candies. She went to Joyce's house first because the woman proposed her to take her with her son to the party, which she accepted.
The two friends arrived in front of the house. They could hear the music from the car. They went inside and walked through the teens dancing and managed to find their friends on the couch.
- "Hey guys!" told Will.
- "Hey you!" answered Mike. "Nice tee-shirt Jane!"
- "Thanks! It's cupcakes!"
- "We see," smiled Lucas.
Jane sat next to Max and Will next to Dustin. They spent the beginning of the night just nibbling and talking before going on the dance floor with the others. After a few minutes, they all wanted to drink so they stopped dancing and went to the kitchen before coming back to the couch to take some rest. A group of other teens approached and proposed them to play Never have I ever.
- "So, never have I ever...had a bad mark in math," began one of them.
Some of the teens drank. They continued playing this game for a while when Abigail appeared and decided to intervene.
- "Your questions are so boring, let me try. Never have I ever...um...seen my mother dying!"
- "Damn, Abigail! Stop your shit, this is not even funny!" told angrily Lucas.
- "It's the game, so? Jane? What are you waiting for?"
- "What?" frowned the brown head.
- "Oh, come on, I knew you were dumb but not at this point!"
- "My mom is at hospital, doctors are saving her..."
- "You can't save someone who is dead."
- "She...she is not dead..." said Jane with an unsure tone.
- "Oh please, you don't remember? Your mother's body in this wide puddle of blood? Come on Jane, no one can forget that, especially when you saw it."
All the heads turned to Jane, like if they wanted her to explain them. The brown head had wet eyes and a pale skin, feeling uncomfortable and ashamed. She had scraps of memories coming back to her head, seeing again her mother laying down, her eyes empty, and Constance talking with the policemen; everything came back.
She didn't want to stay anymore; it wasn't funny at all. She stood and left the house without saying a word.
- "What the fuck Abigail!? Why did you have to do that!?" replied Max.
- "What!? It's better for her, she will be a bit less stupid!"
- "She is not stupid! And you didn't have to humiliate her like that just to have all the attention on you! You're pathetic! Jane never did anything to you!"
- "She is too stupid to be around here, and she was lying to everyone by saying her mother was in hospital. I hate liars."
- "This is not your fucking business! And, I'm sorry, but did you look at her!? I'm practically sure she was believing that her mother was going to come back one day! You had no rights to break her like that!"
Max noticed that Jane forgot her jacket on the armchair. She quickly stood, took it, and approached Abigail for one last warning:
- "If you approach her ever again, I'll kill you, is it clear!?"
The blonde girl clenched her jaw as an answer.
Jane was walking alone in the dark. The cold caressing her skin made her realize she forgot her jacket. She didn't care, she preferred being cold than going back to this hell. Her mother was dead, why didn't she know? It didn't make sense! And why this girl knew!? She wasn't there! She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't see the person in front of her and bumped into them.
- "Sorry..." apologized Jane with a small voice.
- "Oh, Jane, what's wrong?"
Jane looked up and recognized Joyce.
- "My mom is dead...and I forgot!" explained the brown head with tears falling.
Joyce felt a pinch in her heart. She didn't understand what happened, but she didn't like seeing Jane like that. She took off her coat and wrapped Jane with it before taking her in her arms.
- "I'll bring you home, ok?"
- "Ok..."
Joyce wrapped her arm around the young girl's shoulders and took her to her car. Jane took off a paper with her address on it and gave it to Joyce. The mother didn't know that place and struggled to find it, not wanting to bother Jane with the road. She finally found it and saw it was a welcome center. She felt sad, they were too young to live like that, they needed a stable family, not a center with other lost teens. She entered, guided by Jane, and arrived at their room. Constance was at her desk, her desk lamp lighted, working. She heard some noises and turned her head on her right before frowning when she saw them.
- "Mom is dead..." said Jane.
Constance raised her eyebrows, not really knowing what to answer. She just opened her arms. Jane ran to her and hugged her tight. The blonde teen looked at Joyce who just shrugged.
- "Look, what do you think about taking your shower and laying down, we could talk about it, ok?" proposed softly Constance.
- "Ok..."
Jane broke the hug, took her pajamas, gave back the coat to Joyce, and left the room. Constance stood before asking:
- "What happened?"
- "I don't know, I found her walking in the street, she was crying, and she told me about your mother. How are you?"
- "Me!? I'm fine, our mother is dead since years now!"
- "And you never told her!?"
- "I did, but she never wanted to believe it! She has always been like that, it's like her brain protects her from the real world!"
- "Oh...If you need help—"
- "I know how to take care of my sister," said sharply Constance.
- "I've no doubt of that, but it doesn't mean you always have to carry everything on, some people are ready to help you," answered calmly Joyce.
- "We're good, we managed to live before you."
The mother pursed her lips and nodded. She didn't want to have a debate with her now, Constance didn't seem easy to talk to. The blonde teen opened the window and whistled outside. A few seconds after, Joyce heard barks and saw a dog jumping in the room. It was Saturday night, Constance knew that none of the others would come back, so the dog wouldn't be a problem. She didn't care anyway; Jane was more important.
The young girl reappeared, still sad, but had a weak smile when she saw her dog. She laid down on her bed, hugged her teddy bears before inviting the dog to come with her. Joyce left the building, reassured to see Jane with someone who would take care of her.
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Lost
FanfictionThere will be Elmax, but the first chapters are focused on Jane's childhood, but don't worry, she will meet the others ;) Cover: Morti (or Marti) the Mouse