Insanely troubled- Jeremiah Valeska fanfic

Chapter thirty seven

"Anything to drink?" Jeremiah questioned
with his back turned, filling his glass
with whiskey.

"I'll take vodka" She let out with a smile
as she walked around his new work room
in his hiding spot. It was a lot bigger
and a lot more majestic.

He handed her the glass, their hands
brushing together in the process, and as
she got it, she shrugged down the whole
glass, her eyes not leaving his ones.

Although he didn't show it outwardly, Jeremiah was caught off guard and a bit intrigued by that. He knew how against
his everyday drinking she was.

Jeremiah sat down on the couch, leaning
back and slacking his tie, his eyes glued
onto Everly who was now holding the whole vodka bottle. Little did he know she was self-medicating to make the voices go away.

"Oh, I love this song" She let out with a
chuckle as she turned up the sound on the radio, spinning and dancing to the song beautifully. "Just the two of us, we can
make it if we try, just the two of us"

As she spun around sheepishly, she
was closer to him with every step, and, suddenly, she had landed in his lap.

"Hi, there" She smiled cheekily. Seconds
later, the smile was wiped away and
replaced by a frown, and with furrowed eyebrows, her face turned to him again.
"The voices in my head is telling me to
kill someone"

He looked down at her trying to hide his pleased face expression as he removed some
of her hair from her face. "And, we will"

He was manipulating her and she was too naive to see it. His plan was going exactly
in the direction he wanted it to, and she
was falling right into place.

It was getting harder and harder for her
to stop the insanity gas from completely consuming her. The light in her was slowly getting sucked into a black hole. The only reason it had taken so long was that
unlike Jeremiah she was still fighting it.

The alcohol didn't help like she thought it would, it only caused her to let her guard down. All the thoughts seemed to stream in and it was getting harder to push them away.

Suddenly, she interrupted the peaceful
silence and let out determinedly, "Tell me
a reason as to why I should stop fighting it,
and I will"

"Oh, I can think of more than one," He said smugly. She sat up, slightly worried. "You may not come to realize it but you're lost. Your parents are dead, your so-called "friend" and only one, Vanessa, hasn't contacted you in months, and you have no purpose in life.
If you stop fighting it all, it can give you a purpose. It can give you what you've
been looking for your entire life"

"And, what is that?" She questioned
with furrowed eyebrows.

"Control" He replied darkly.

He is right.

Shut up!

You know it's the only way to make your life anything else than miserable.

There are other ways, there has to be.

None that end with happiness.

"I'll be right back" She almost yelled
out as she abruptly got up from the couch,
sprinting out of the room. It was something
Jeremiah predicted she would do.

She found the bathroom and locked herself in before she slid down the door and onto the floor. Tears started to form in her eyes, and she couldn't tell if it was the alcohol that made her emotional, the voices, what Jeremiah had just said to her or a combination of all three.

You're so weak.

"No, I'm not" She muttered out lowly, the
tears starting to fall down her cheek.

He was somewhat right. This time last
year she was working as a therapist, living
a considerable normal life, with her best
friend by her side, and her parents still alive. But, she could always go back to her job,
and although she had lost connection
with Vanessa since she got together with
Jeremiah, they could always reconnect.

But, it wouldn't feel the same. She was
no longer the Everly she was before
meeting the love of her life, or at least
what she thought was. She had felt too
much grief, experienced so many different emotions she never thought she would.
It had all changed her.

The only way seemed to be the one she didn't want to choose. Then, she could, in a way,
still be with him. It was that or nothing.

She closed her eyes harshly shut, whispering "you can do this" over and over again until
she fell completely silent. She felt faint, and unwillingly she laid herself onto the cold
stone floor. She felt as dizzy as the first time, she was sprayed with the gas. This time, the laughter was coming from inside her head
and not out her mouth. The voices in her
head seemingly had stopped.

As she opened her eyes again she noticed
that her crying had stopped up completely
too. Without a second thought, she got
up to her feet and gazed into the mirror.

"Ew," She breathed out as she wiped
away the few teardrops that were still
resting on her cheeks. Pathetic.

She opened the bathroom door and
walked down the hall humming to herself
with a small smile, her steps feeling lighter than ever. She abruptly stopped up at the sight of another person, standing across from her.

"Everly, how...delightful to see
you" Ecco said with a stunned face,
eying her with judgment. She probably
didn't expect to see her back with
Jeremiah after the stunt he pulled
by basically kidnapping her.

Understandable.

"Wish I could say the same" She replied
with a charming smile that didn't match
the tone of her voice. "I can't though"

She let out a huff at her response, Everly signaled that she needed to get passed, it
took Ecco a second to register before
she swiftly moved to the side.

Everly looked her up and down
intimidatingly before she put on a
smile again. "Always a pleasure"

Then, she went on with her humming,
all the way until she reached the door
to Jeremiah's work room. As she opened
the door she could see his back turned to
hers. His left arm was leaning over the back
of the couch, in his right he held the
glass containing whiskey.

"So, back to our little talk", She chuckled
as she walked into the room, sitting down in Jeremiah's lap. His eyes were fixed on hers, studying them. And, as if something clicked
in his mind, a smirk made its way onto
his lips. "Tell me more about...control"

"We'll be remembered as the ones that
tore down the old Gotham and build
a new one, a greater one" He let out
intensely as he put his cold hand up to
her cheek. "We'll never be forgotten"

She smiled as huge as never before and he mirrored that with a sinister smirk.

She'd like that.