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Monday Mayhem

Jessica Jones

Kiva's Bedroom

"The animalistic desire to become more than one already is is only natural. To embrace one's animalistic nature is to become perfect."

[11:44pm Friday]

Kiva, dressed in a pair of black bndage pants with zippers and chains and straps on them and a flesh colored bra with a black mesh top over it lays on her bed. Her long black hair is spread out on her pillow. She seems troubled. She has her mesh shirt hiked up so that her stomach is bare. Mindlessly, Kiva traces the carving that Jessica did on her with the tip of her perfectly manicured nail. With each tender spot she smiles after wincing. Some spots have already healed. She smiles as she remembers all the times she had cut herself and how quickly she healed each time. Suddenly, she bolts upright in her bed screaming out Jessica's name.

Kiva: Jessica Jones!

She climbs off her bed and opens the closet and searches through it, tossing out clothes and boxes. When the closet is empty and she still hadnt found what she had been looking for she rushes down the stairs to the study. She bursts in and starts searching through the massive book collection. She hears a voice from behind her.

Voice: Where is the fire dear?

Kiva turns to see her Great Aunt Simone. The elderly lady has hair as white as freshly fallen snow, her skin smooth as a baby's cheek and fair. Her eyes are bright green. she walks over to her neice and places a hand on her shoulder.

Simone: Dear, we need to talk. Please, sit.

Simone motio9ns to a high backed leather chair and Kiva sits. Simone walks over to the shelf and plucks a book off of it. With the book crabled in her arm she takes a seat in a chair similar to the Kiva is in. She looks at her neice and sighs.

Simone: Kiva, how much of your childhood do you remember?

Kiva: Not much Aunt Simone. I remember moving in with Grandma when I was about seventeen but that was after the accident. I remember a few things from before the accident but not much. Why do you ask?

She holds up a book that reads Crestwood Second Grade on the front. Kiva shakes her head.

Kiva: Crestwood? Isnt that the town where the accident was?

Simone: Where your mother and father was killed by a drunk driver when you were sixteen and you were in a cokma for a year as a result of the accident. Yes. this was your yearbook from second grade.

Simone opens the thin book and hands it to Kiva.

Simone: Kiva, you never were a normal young lady. You were always exceptional in that you were very crafty. You were always smarter than your peers and because of this, you felt alienated. Until you moved to Crestwood you didnt have any friends. You were a loner. You used to always tell your grandmother and I "Nanna, Auntie Simone, the children at school bore me. They want to play dolls and I want to talk about adult things. No one understands me." That is, until you met this girl.

Simone points to the picture. Kiva looks at her and shakes her head.

Kiva: She looks so...familiar. Who is she?

Simone: She was your best friend and now your greatest enemy. Her name...

Kiva: JESSICA JONES!

Simone: Yes.

Kiva: Why are you telling this to me Aunt Simone?

Simone: Because you need to remember your past to move on in your future. Although I do not approve of who and what you were when you were a child, I approve even less of you now. Rather than fight, it would suit your purposes to join with her.

Kiva: Yeah right. Never. Thank you Aunt Simone for your help but I've got this in the bag.

Simone: Just be careful Kiva.

Kiva stands and walks back to her room. As she cleans up the mess she had made she thinks back to her school days. trying to remember how she was.

Kiva: How could Jessica and I have been friends? I dont remember her. But then again that could be because of my damn partial amnesia. But then again, there is that feeling of "home" when I think of her. Damnit. Why? Ok I have to clear my head. I cant let her distract me. I need sleep. Yes Sleep.

[7pm Saturday]

Kiva is dressed in Jessica's denim pants and the pink teeshirt with "Dont trust me" written across it. She had altered it however. She cut it up the midsection and tied it just above her navel. The jeans she slashed up and ripped the pockets off it it. She sits indian style in front of a waterfall staring at it, mesmerized.

Kiva: Jessica, I dont know why or how this became our fates but it seems we were destined to be in eachother's lives. Evidently as friends and now as enemies. Dont get me wrong darling, I am not beggin you to back off, in fact, I am asking you to give it more than your all. I realize you find me to be untrustworthy but the truth is, I am perhaps the only person in the world who is trustworthy. On my side or not, I always follow through on my word. If I am your alie, I do not turn on you. Last week, I may have lost but this week, I will not make the same mistakes as I have made in the past. Yes, I came here and spoke big and in return I let myself down. I realize I was big headed and untrue to my word but this time...this time will be different. I have misjudged you but no more.

Kiva places her head in her hands and her whole body begins to shake.

Kiva: NO MORE!

She stands up and dives into the water and way from teh cameraman who thought he had been hiding well enough from Kiva.

[10pm Saturday]

Justin Daniels is sitting in a diner eating dinner. the young woman who had sat with him in the movie theater is sitting across from him. they are talking and eating and laughing. Kiva is still dressed in Jessica's clothes. She sits in the diner nibbling on a slice of cheese cake and watching Justin, lisatening to every word he says. she finally hears the woman begin to talk about her husband and Kiva sighs with relief as she realizes she isnt with him. Suddenly, Kiva finds her mind wandering to Jessica.

Jessica: Show me what you got. Show me what you got. Show me what you got....

Kiva snaps back and wonders if she isnt really in love with Jessica. She gets up, leaving money for her cheesecakse on the table and wanders to an alley. She leans up against the wall near the entrence until she finds the perfect man. She walks up to a tall muscular man and smiles coyly at him.

Kiva: Hey there big boy. Want to have some fun?

She walks into the alley waving him to follow her with her finger. He rubs his hands and smiles thinking he's going to get lucky. She pins him to the wall, one hand on either side of him and kisses him. He begins to get overzealous and greedy, running his hands all over her body. She lets him put her against the wall and he begins kissing her neck and he runs his hands over her breasts. She runs her fingers through his hair and suddenly begins laughing. At first it sounds like giggles induced by passion but slowly becomes laughter of insanity. She grabs his hair and yanks his head back. With her free hand she reaches down and grabs his crotch. He yelps and tries to free himself from her iron grip. Kiva shoves him against the wall.

Kiva: I told you we were going to have some fun. So let's play....

Half an hour later Kiva leaves the alleyway and the man stumbles onto the deserted street beaten, bloodied and bruised. His left eye is missing and his right arm seems to be either broken or dislocated as it dangles lifelessly. Chunks of his hair had been ripped out and there are gashes all over his face probably from being bashed against multiple objects. Kiva grabs a switchblade from her pocket and turns to the pathetic man. She flips it open and grins.

Kiva: Adios Amigo. Say hello to the devil for me.

She giggles and flings the blade at the man. it lands square in the chest. He stumbles backwards making gargling noises and lands back in the alley.

Kiva: It'll be a few days before they find him. jessica, you wanted my sick side, you got it dollface.

She heads back home. She finds herself walking towards where Jessica is staying. Finally she is outside the house and wonders why she came here. She has her hand raised to knock on the door but instead removes the blood-soaked shirt and places it on the doorstep and heads home.

Kiva: What is wrong with me? what indeed?