Chapter 9

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(Luke's POV)

(During His Blackout From The Fall)

I was in this house, that I've never been in before, and heard somebody screaming. It sounded like it came from a horror movie and I knew I heard somebody I know scream like that before, I just couldn't put my finger on who it was. My first instincts were to run away, but having came to the reality that I didn't know where I was going, I ran towards the voice.

There was three hallways separating from the room I was in, a pitch black one, a dimly lit one, it only had one lightbulb, and a fully lit one that I could see that at the end it was a dead end. The scream came again and I stood in between the dark hall and the dimly lit one, trying to hear which one it came from. The scream came again and I quickly ran down the dark hall.

The hall was never ending, I had to stop a few times for a breath before I continued running. I could hear devilish laughing echoed throughout the hall, and I instantly became scared. I kept running, I didn't stop until I came to a silver metal door. I tried my hardest to push it and it took me a few run ups and a shoulder, that I felt like I broke, to get it open.

Inside the room, there was a surgeon table with belts around it, and somebody standing in front of it holding a gun to the other persons head. I couldn't see who was on the table but I seen who was holding the gun. I walked slowly around the table, clutching my shoulder with my other arm and keeping my free hand in my jeans pocket, trying not to make lots of noise for my own sake. I got in front of the table and my hand that was in my jeans flew straight to my mouth. I was tied to the table, being held down with a t-shirt in my mouth to stop me from screaming, and the person holding the gun was the worst part. It was Taylor.

My whole body tensed up and I tried to speak out, to stop her shooting me, but whatever I tried didn't work. I couldn't move, I couldn't even speak, I was paralysed with fear. I finally untensed up and as soon as I moved my foot to run to free myself, the trigger was pulled.

(Coming Out Of The Blackout)

I came out of the blackness slowly, and I was starting to be able to hear properly again. I could hear the laughter coming from downstairs, meaning that all my friends were still up, why did nobody come up for me?

I sat up, and tried to understand what just happened. I woke up in a random house, there was a scream and three halls, I took the black one and found a room where I was tied up and Taylor was holding a gun to my head. I'm known to have fucked up dreams, but this one is too fucked up for words. Why would she shoot me? Why would she even want to? This all made no sense.

I finally got off the floor and went back downstairs. It felt as if I had blacked out for hours. I walked down the stairs, holding onto the banister for support.

"Luke, come here for a second!" Gemma shouted for me. I quickly walked into the kitchen, and plopped myself on top of the counter. 'Go Go Go' by Sleeping With Sirens was playing from a laptop on the table and I wiggled my bum along to the beat.

"Luke, did you check Facebook while you were upstairs?" Gemma asked me, getting up from her seat and coming over to stand beside me. I moved my legs over to make room for her and she opened up Facebook on her phone.

The first post came up 'Taylor is now in a relationship' with some funky looking dude named Gerard. I was sad, I had to admit, but I couldn't say much, I did just meet Selena a few hours ago and I already want to be with her. Taylor downgraded anyway, I'm much better looking then this Gerard guy.

"Luke, don't be so sad, you're a Greek god compared to him, and you're a scary looking creature." My best friend, ladies and gentlemen.

The rest of the night progressed slowly, but I couldn't get Taylor off my mind. I hope he makes her happy, and I hope they have a good life together.

I guess that's why she was holding a gun to my head, because my love for her was bulletproof and she's the one that shot me. That's the last time I saw her face, hopefully I can concentrate more on myself from now on.

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