Hidden in Plain Sight

*Third Person*

It was all coming together, in a wicked and messed up way. None of this made sense to the average human being. None of this made sense to Jaime. But it made sense when you consider Carly is actually mentally insane. Then everything makes sense.

It's sick.

Jaime couldn't help but reminisce about Jessica's death. He could still feel the heart break. He could still feel the waterfall of tears stream down his face. He could still feel her cold hand beneath his strong grip. He was still haunted by the doctors words. "She didn't make it"

Oh how those words did haunt Jaime's mind. How they swirled in a frantic race around his conscience, screaming so loudly it hurt his ears and the echoes only shattered him more. The sounds pounding at his every wall threatening to tear him apart.

*Flashback*

Until Jess starts to feel a bit sick. "Jaime, I really don't feel-" Jess ran off to the nearest bathroom. Stunned, everyone froze for a second, but Erin soon followed, then Alysha p, Danielle and Carly. Jess was vomiting in the toilet, violently. The girls tried talking her through it. After her first episode, she opened the door, where Erin had tied her hair back. Jess began to vomit again, but nothing was coming up. She was gagging, heavily. She began to choke.

Carly ran from the bathroom. She screamed "someone call an ambulance, someone call an ambulance" until she got to the bar, telling them the same thing. Jaime's heart had sank. The guys all rush over to the ladies bathroom where Alysha had let them in. When Jaime got there, Jess was lying unconscious by the toilet.

"Jess, Jess, baby, wake up" he cooed to her, tears threatening his eyes. "Jess you gotta open your eyes" and the tears fell.

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Flatline. That was it. She had died. She had left me here and I never got to say goodbye. I am wrapped with so much pain it's unbearable. The sound of her monitor sent me into a fit of painstaking agony, wracked with tears and rickety breaths. There is no way she can leave me. No not now, not ever. I can't bare the thought of never seeing her again.

Her body lay on the hospital bed, her cold hand held by mine. My tears still haven't stopped, breathing still isn't steady. The doctors try to calm me down but they don't understand the pain I'm in. My hand is shaking, ready to wrap itself around her body, just to hold her once more, but it can't.

I stand up, walking to her side. Her face, so peaceful, so beautiful. The doctor walks in, a cloth ready to cover her face. The sight sends a lightning bolt through my heart. One more look at her face, I press my lips to her forehead, in one last, the very last kiss. Tears fall from my eyes once again, falling like a waterfall as the doctor covers her face. I say ever so softly, one last goodbye, before I crash into my chair, falling apart like a blown up building.

*End Flashback*

Carly sat there, silently and still, watching the smallest tears fall from Jaime's eyes. As Jaime was attempting to compose himself, Carly began to think. Was she beginning to feel sad for Jaime? Did she really take away his pain? Surely he was in a lot of pain after her death but Carly did make it better for him. They fell in love. They just clicked. Jaime was happy again.

That's what she wanted. She wanted Jaime to be happy and he wasn't happy with Jess. But his reactions and his demeanour that followed her death told Carly otherwise. But she repressed it. Everyone gets pain from losing someone. It's inevitable. Carly such extreme pain when her mother passed. It was normal.

But again staring at the broken soul in front of her, Carly still wondered if what she had done was right. Would it have been better for Jaime to lose Jess himself? Not have her taken away from when he least expected it. Had she even considered the fact that they might get over the bad patch?

Carly began to think further into her past. 6 years ago when she was living in Australia. When she was in high school and was in University. She took two lives in Australia the same way she had took Jess. The murder cases were rested when they couldn't find how the victims had died. Technology was lacking just those few years ago. Oh how something can advance in such a short time.

Bradley Thompson was Carly's first murder. The events leading up to it were an extremely conflicting time for her.

*flashback*

I seriously could not keep my mind off Bradley Thompson. No way in hell did I like him. No one liked him. Bradley was the bully of the entire high school. He played football and was of a particularly strong and solid build. He would use his size to intimidate the younger students of the school, but he would always take physical advantage of anyone. Rumour has it, he mercilessly beat Bethany Harris because she had decided not to spend the night with him. He assumed she was cheating and beat her the next time they met up.

Bradley was also famous for school fights and coercing the biggest fights St Matthews High had ever seen. He would go behind people's backs, mainly his friends for that week, turn against them and then challenge them to a fight. He put 4 people in hospital and sustained many physical and mental injures upon those involved.

Nothing was done about him. Apparently Bradley needed the education St Matthew High could offer him. He was nothing but a menace.

I was one of his main outlets as well, but only verbally. But he left mental, emotional and physical scars. Constantly, he would meet me in the stairwell and remark something about me. I remember one day, it was the anniversary of my mothers death and I was in a bad place with my brothers at the time. He figured out this day and proceeded to remind me.

"Hey Carly, heard today is the day is the day your mum died" he said loudly. Everyone turned around.

I nodded and walked away, not wanting any kind of conflict. But he still proceeded to taunt me. "Yeah I don't blame her for leaving you. Geez if you were my child I'd kill myself too"

I stopped in my tracks. Bradley spoke in a venomous tone. He struck me and paralysed me with his words. They hurt so much. The words encircling my head crumbling my composure.

"She didn't kill herself. She had cancer" I said in a very small tone. I was speaking to myself rather to him and the crowd that gathered. He heard me though.

"Oh no that poor woman" he took a pause.

I began to cry. A small tear falling straight to the sleeve of my jacket. I felt sorry for her, to die the way she did. But Bradley didn't mean it that way.

"Stop kidding yourself Carls, you know she hated you. She probably faked having cancer so she could die. You were the cancer."

I had had it. I split. Right down the middle. My inner demon was emerging. I screamed out of the pain I was feeling and launched myself at him. I crashed into his chest with as much force as I could, sending us flying down the staircase. Bradley struck his head, blood poring from the wound. I sat upon his gut, crushing him beneath me. I looked at him with fierce and determining eyes.

"Everyone wishes you were dead Bradley. And I won't hesitate to be the one who killed you"

2 days later. Bradley Harris was found dead in the school bathroom.

*End Flashback*

Carly returned from her reminiscence and found Jaime waiting. They stared at each other for ages. Wondering who would make the next move. No one was budging. Carly had nothing to say but Jaime didn't know if he had anything else to ask.

Jaime took in a deep breath. He had the answers he was looking for. Why she killed Jess, how she killed Jess. And anything else he wanted to know. He had the answers, and it was time to leave.
Jaime stood from his chair and turned away. He left right then and there. Not a word to say. No death wishes or poisonous goodbyes. Nothing.

Jaime walked away from San Diego High Security Prison feeling full. He had closure. Jess had closure. The band had closure. Everyone had closure.

Looking over the last yeah and a half, no one had seen this coming. No one could predict what was going to happen. No one knew that their lives were going to be dramatically changed. But they had come out stronger than ever having gone through the ordeal.

From the exciting moment of beginning to write the album, to the moment everyone met Carly and began to produce the record, to the agony of Jess' death, to Jaime and Carly's first kiss, to the moment Carly lost her father, to the moment Carly was arrested and to the moment she Carly was convicted, Pierce the Veil Vic, Tony, Jaime, Mike, had all come out stronger than ever.

They each sat underneath the beautiful starry night that of nighttime San Diego. Soft green, fresh grass cushioned their butts and drinks cooled their bodies. They sat next to Jess, Vic and Danielle, Tony and Erin, Mike and Alysha, and Jaime. In that moment, they all looked at each other, smiling. This moment was absolutely perfect.

Everything was perfect.

Notes

And thus ends Hidden In Plain Sight.
Its been an extraordinary time writing this story. Although it may have crumbled at some points, I feel this is the only story that stuck to it's plot out of the many I've written.

It's been so much fun having you guys love and read my story and it was ever so amazing to read your comments and hear your thoughts. You are all amazing.

Unfortunately, I will not be writing any of my own stories anymore as it consumes to much of my very limited time, but I am however, a co-author of a brand new story "Worlds Over, Time to Die. Nothing Left But our Souls Inside" with Devynleigh and other co authors. If you guys are interested, head over to the story. It's gonna be amazing.


but once again, and for the final time, thank you my lovelies