The Assassins Ball

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  They won't stop. All I hear are their screams. Why won't they quiet? 

  "JESSICA!" My mom screams. Mom. Where are you? Why can't I find you? "Run darling. Get out of here. NOW." 

  What? Why am I running? Where am I running too? Where is my dad? He would know what to do. I try screaming out to my mom. Nothing comes out though. Everything stays silent, till its not. They are all screaming, crying out for help. Why won't anyone help them? Where am I? Where is everyone else? Screaming, quiet, crying out for help. Where am I? Why won't anyone help? Where am I?

  "Jessica." A voice calls, yet it's quiet, barely noticeable. Who are you? "Jessica.. wake up." 

  Was I not awake? I feel awake, I feel alive, but I also feel very confused. I try to call out, but yet again no sound. Maybe I wasn't awake. Maybe this was all a bad dream. Once I opened my eyes, my mom would be there. My dad would be smiling down at me, with a flower in his hand. A daisy, my favorite. My dad has called me daisy ever since my fifth birthday. My dad. My mom. They were great parents. They weren't perfect, but they somehow managed to be imperfectly perfect. They're okay Jessica. They are with your brother and sister, waiting for me to wake up. So why couldn't I wake up? 

  Okay Jessica, take it slow. Count to ten slowly. Breathe and then open your eyes. One. I was one when my baby sister was born. Melanie. She had bright blue eyes, and gorgeous brunette hair. Two. She was a talker, she would talk your ear off at all times. Three. She loved the outdoors. You could rarely get her inside. I wonder if she's okay. Four. She has to be okay. I have to see her smile. She had the biggest smile. It barely fit her face, but it matched her personality and her eyes. 

  Five. Collin. My sweet baby brother. He was only 6, he had his whole life ahead of him. He deserved to see the goodness in life. Six. He deserved to feel like he was on top of the world. They both deserved to fall in love at least once. Seven. Collin was a spitting image of my mom. Melanie and I looked like our dad, but we had our moms attitude. Eight. My mom is my hero. I say that it's dad but she is my number one fan. She always fought for her children. She would be telling me right now to go with my gut. Nine. What is my gut telling me? I know that they won't be there if I wake up. I know they're gone. I don't want to go with my gut, because going with my gut means saying goodbye. I don't want to say goodbye. Not yet at least. Deep breath. In and out. 

  Ten.

  "Jessica! Oh thank God you're okay." Gemma. My best friend back home. 

  "Where are they?" I ask her while looking around the room. "Where is my family?"

  "Alright, let's get you up. You look terrible. Let me look at that cut on your arm." She grabs my arms, which makes me wince in pain. I didn't even notice a cut. She lifts me up and sits me down in a chair. 

  "Stop ignoring me Gem. Where are they?" 

  "Jess, you know. Deep down you already know." 

  I sigh as she starts cleaning the cut. How could this happen? How could I lose the only people who actually saw me? Why couldn't I stop it.

  "Don't dwell on it Jess. Your mom told you to run -" She goes silent as I hear my moms voice in the back of my head. 'Run.' 'Get out of here.' "- they all knew that you were the one that needed to survive. You had to fight."

  "Why should I survive? All I ever did was argue. Melanie never got the wedding she wanted. She never got to fall in love and have children. She won't get that! Collin was still a baby Gemma! He was a baby and now he's gone too. Why should I survive and live a life I don't even know if I want to live? Why me?" Breath Jessica. It wasn't her fault. 

  "You're right. They had their whole lives ahead of them. So many plans that are going to be left unfinished. So many things they will never get to experience. So fight for them. Don't fight for yourself, don't fight for the life you get to live. Fight for the lives they don't. Fight for them." 

  I sat back down as she finished cleaning the cut. I want nothing more than to fight for them. Get back at the people who took my family away. For now though, I need to sleep. I need to close my eyes and dream about my baby siblings, see their faces again. "Were they hurting? Do you know?" I ask Gemma before I went up to sleep. 

  "I can't be one hundred percent sure, but I don't think so. I think it was quick. I think your parents were hurting worse because they had to watch two of their children die, and one of them run." She was looking at the ground. I couldn't see her face but I could tell, she was crying. We were her family, she lost them too. 

  "I wish there was more I could've done. Besides run like a a scared puppy." Breath. Don't cry. Hold it in. "I wish, for you, that you didn't lose more family." 

  "Jess, I am not mad because you ran. I am not mad at you at all. I want you to grieve and then get back out there. I am fine, because I have you. So, I will be by your side through everything." She paused and took my hand in hers. "If you need time, we will wait. If you need to take action, I will be right by your side. We do this together." 

  "Together." She smiles and heads upstairs. As she disappears into the house, I look out the window at the stars. I will fight until there is no fight to win. I will live until the will to live I have is gone. I will find who did this to you guys, and I will get revenge. No matter what, I will walk away with at least one head. That is a promise. 

*****Author's Note*****

Hi. I am excited to share this new chapter with you. I can't wait until you guys can read more. Hopefully there will be a new chapter tomorrow or Friday. I will for sure keep you guys updated. 

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