Two months had passed since the Kijuju incident. Chris hadn’t really processed what happened. He knew, but he didn’t believe it. Perhaps he was just in a little state of shock. Though the…
Jill found herself frantically getting ready, rushing throughout her dimly lit home to quickly tie up her hair, throw on some old uniform sweat pants and tank top in preparation of the arrival of her guest.
She quickly washed her face in the bathroom, splashing warm water to soothe her. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the reflection that lay before her.
More often than not, she loathed the person staring back at her — the blonde hair serving only as a reminder to the animal she once was. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized what she had done back at Kijuju. A hazy figure of Wesker has stood behind her, his hand resting gently on her shoulder as he smirked, admiring his new apprentice.
For three years he held her against her will, a price she paid to save her long time friend. Anger came hold of her and she violently slammed her fist into the mirror, shattering the image of herself and Wesker for good.
The blood trickled out from her hand landing softly on the tile, leaving a trail as she walked towards the front door looking more of a mess than usual. She opened the door and instantaneously fell into his arms, sobbing profusely, her bloody hand hanging limply.
The door opened after what seemed like forever, and there was Jill. Chris smiled softly. “Hi the-” Without notice, Chris found Jill in his arms. She was crying like she hadn’t cried in years. “Jill! Are you okay?!” He noticed the blood dripping down her hand. A bad cut. He helped her inside and lead her to the bathroom to clean off her wound. As they walked through the house, Chris began to notice how different it looked. A bit messy, dark, gloomy, things out of place. This wasn’t like Jill, at all. Was she more troubled than he thought?
Shattered glass pieces were scattered on the floor and the sink. Chris had an idea of what happened. He opened the medicine cabinet and took out a cloth, ointment and a bandage. He wet the cloth and lightly cleaned the wound and her hand of blood as best as he could. “This is gonna sting a little..” Chris said as he lightly rubbed some ointment on her wound and bandaged it up. “..Are you okay, Jill? Things seem.. different.. with you.” He said in a concerned tone. He didn’t want Jill to feel this way. She deserved all the happiness in the world. Just goes to show that the world doesn’t think the same after putting her through so much. Not just her, but everyone. Jill, Claire, Barry and himself. If Wesker was still alive.. he would make him pay.
She sobbed violently in his arms, her body trembling. “No, I’m not.” She managed to choke out between taking breaths, in an effort to calm herself down. She let Chris guide her inside her own home, a place she could barely stand to be because of the constant reminders of the past — ranging from former S.T.A.R.S members they had lost during the mansion incident years ago, to the nightmares she experienced both during hours she was awake to the time she attempted to drift into a peaceful sleep. Being so strong for so long apparently was a facade she couldn’t keep up any longer, the cracks within the mirror were just a reflection of the cracks within her own person. She wasn’t the same Jill she was before.
She nodded to Chris silently, biting her lip in preparation for the sting. The physical pain was nothing in comparison to what she had endured in the past. She was barely able to look him in the eyes without crying madly; “C-c-chris” she sniffed, her unscathed hand wiping away the remnants of tears from her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. For almost killing you and Sheva back during Kijuju, I still feel tremendous amounts of guilt for that…” her voice trailed off as her gaze lowered to meet the shards of glass on the floor. She had felt she owned the thousands of lives she harmed an apology during Kijuji and potentially even Raccoon City — had maybe they had tried harder to expose Umbrella in a more convincing manner, perhaps the city would still exist today. With Raccoon City still in mind, she was all too often reminded of the incident that started it all. Watching her friends die right before her eyes, discovering their half eaten bodies, to even having to take down their reanimated bodies was enough to scar anyone for life. The events that entailed after the Spencer Estate was just the icing on the cake of insanity.
”I’m not as strong as you think, the build up of everything that we’ve endured has amounted to this.” She gestured to herself and her unkept up home. “I never thought I would crack this bad, but, I can’t seem to find any peace of mind…”
Chris was at a loss for words. Not once in their friendship of eleven or so years had he ever seen the Jill Valentine like this. It was like she was a different person.. ever since Kijuju. Then again, Chris hadn’t been quite the same either. Was he really holding on better than Jill was? It was tearing him up inside to see her this way.
"Jill… I completely understand what you’re going through.. I’ve been having some trouble, myself. Can’t really focus.. Shutting everyone else out.. can’t eat, sleep, or stop thinking about everything." Sleep. That was his main problem. He would toss and turn all night and even if he did finally get to sleep, recurring nightmares would just wake him up and make him want to never sleep again.
He took her by the hand and lightly kissed her bandaged wound. “Look, Jill.. I know you. I’ve known you for a very long time. You’re stronger than this. I know it, you know it, Barry knows it.. I’m not sure exactly what’s on your mind, but I would like to help.. I’m just not sure how.. I can’t even help myself…” Chris sighed. “It wasn’t your fault, either. Don’t blame yourself, please.. We both know it was that piece of shit Wesker! God, I hate him. Even though he’s dead, I just.. I would love to kill him again.. I hope he burns in Hell for all eternity.” Wesker. No matter what Chris did, he couldn’t shake the thought of Wesker. He was the one keeping Chris up at night. That same nightmare..
”..I’ve actually been having this recurring dream… nightmare.. it’s always the same, but I never see how it ends.. Wesker, he..” Chris trailed off, the fear of the thought keeping him from going on.