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Monday Mayhem

Jessica Jones

Kiva's Bedroom

Outside a large mansion birds nestle in and sleep soundly dreaming of whatever it is birds dream of. Inside an elderly lady sleeps deeply dreaming of her late husband. In the servants quarters the live in maid and butler sleep in soft beds made of feather. In the west wing the door is open. Just inside the door is a dresser and mirror set. The closet is open and all sorts of clothing and dresses hang in there. The balcony door is wide open and the sheer curtains flutter in the light breeze. The moon above is bright and shines into the room illuminating the canopy bed. Laying in the bed in none other than Kiva. She is sleeping on a set of black satin sheets. She tosses and turns. She wispers something over and over again.

Kiva: Justin...Justin...Justin...

Suddenly she sits up and the sheets fall to her lap exposing her naked chest. She fumbles in a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and pulls out a short sheer black nighty. She slips it on and steps out onto the balcony and softly speaks her thoughts out loud to herself.

Kiva: Why? Why am I dreaming of HIM? Of all the men in the world, I dream of him. What is my deal? Oh but it was such a wonderful dream. So tender and attentive. Mmm. Damn I hope he is like that in life.

She wraps her arms around her body and shivers with the memory of her dream. Her expressin suddenly goes from extacy to disdain as she remembers something from earlier in the day.

Kiva: Damn that Jessica. She thinks she is just so smart. Telling everyone that I am making excuses and such. Damn. She obviously was not getting the message I was sending her. I blatently said she was right about me. I was too cocky. I wasnt making excuses I was just pointing out that there may have been other things keeping me from giving it my all. I never said that any of them applied to me. I cant wait to get her in the ring and show her exactly what I am made of. Damnit. Where's a camera when I need one? There is just so much I need to get off my chest about this match that I...wait a minute. Hmm I wonder...

Kiva goes back in the room and searches the closet until she finds what she is looking for. She sets up the camera she found on the dresser and sits down on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles like a proper lady. She uses the remote to press play.

Kiva: Hello everyone. It is 4 am and I have some things to talk about. Firstly, Justin this thing between you and I is far from over. I dont know why but I just cant get you out of my head...get our match out of my head I mean. This needs to stop. I am much too busy to deal with crushes err defeats by on such as yourself.

She stops a moment and takes a deep breath.

Kiva: Now onto Jessica. Jessica, darling how much of an idiot are you? You start off by saying not too many people will be getting your little pills yet you showed everyone where to find your precious little flowers, how to dry them and what the effects are. If someone felt like it they could very easily make your little secret remedy themself. Dont worry though, I dont need any of your DRUGS. I like pain. i like blood and most of all, I like cuts. You see, when my mother died, I became a cutter. Do you know what that is? That is when a young man or woman begins cutting themselves in places covered by clothing with a razor blade until they are numb and feel better about themselves. Ive long since overcome this habit but I still enjoy the pain created by getting cut by sharp and dull objects alike. Getting slamed in the bed of nails was nothing to me. Sure I have plenty of gashes and bruises but I actually felt pleasure from the pain of the nails being driven through my flesh. Some have called me sadistic and sick but I feel it was my calling to enjoy such things. I dont know how to better put it. But the point to this little speech is I do not NEEd nor do I WANT your home made drugs. Speaking of drugs, have you gone for your blood test yet? I read somewhere that your little flowers are detectable in your blood stream and are considered a level 3 drug where weed and perscription drugs are level 1. But my information could be wrong. Maybe I looked up the wrong flower. Who knows? It doesnt really matter. Now Jessica, I know you are going to go and mouth off again about how cocky I am and how much of an idiot I am and I make myself look the fool so I wont make this much longer. You are truly beautiful and I am sure you are talented. But as I said before, you must embrace your true nature or you havent really won at all. You cannot win if you hold back your sick and twisted side. You think you know all when you know nothing. You say you know your place but in reality, you dont. No one knows their place, they only think they do. All I am saying is good luck. We both will need it.

Kiva smiles and brushes her hair back.

Kiva: Jessica, I will see oyu in the ring and Justin, you will see me soon, I gurentee you. This isnt over.

Kiva clicks the remote and the camera stops taping. She looks out the window and sighs before removing her nighty and sliding under the covers again to fall back into a dreamless sleep destined to have her tossing and turning all night.