Killing the Love of your Life

3

"Janice?" I slowly opened my eyes. I'm now in the infirmary. With Jason at my side. I can't remember much. All I remember is blacking out completely.

But why?

"Jason?"
"Yes babe?"
"Why am I here? What happened?" Jason took a deep breath in, and sighed.

"You blacked out because you were told you-" he stopped.
"Carry on. Because I what?"
"You have to kill Scott. Scott Matthews."

My heart stopped again. I remember now. I blacked out because I was told I had to kill Scott. My boyfriend Scott.

"What happens if I don't kill him?" I asked Jason.

"Its either kill the love of your life, or get killed."

No. This can't be happening. I must be in a dream. But I just can't wake up from this nightmare.

"Wake up! Wake up!" I screamed. But I didn't.

If you were in a nightmare, you would've woken up already, I told myself.

"Jason?"
"Yes babe?"
"Can you wake me up?"
"Your not dreaming Jan. This is real. No more nightmares." No. I still can't believe this. What if I'm in a coma? Maybe that's it.

"No. I am asleep. I'm in a coma, arent I?"
"Jan! Stop making excuses! This is very real. There's no explanation for this."

I wish I was asleep. How could the world be in so much termoil, and not be at peace like everyone says its supposed to be?

"HELP!!" Me and Jason both got up, and ran out of the building. "Shut up you stupid girl! Your going with this man, or we'll kill you!"

"Hay!" I shouted. "Jan! No!" Jason shouted, trying to grab my arm, but failed

"Let her go!" I pushed the guard and grabbed the girls hand. "Run!" I pulled her up. The girl ran as fast as she could not stopping.

Then the guard came back, and as I turned around, a stinging pain was wiped across my face. The guards hand, slapping me in the face pushing me to the ground, from such the strong force of the hit.

"You stop your shenanigans, 664!" I looked up at the guard with watery eyes, as everybody watched.

"Back to work!" Shouted the guard. He spit at me and walked off.

"What the hell is wrong with you Jan? He could've killed you!"
"And he could've killed that girl! But I saved her! So don't act like I did nothing right here. Because now, she's safe."

I pushed Jason out of the way and headed back to his house.

"Hay! I'm sorry. I was just looking out for you. I don't want you to die." I looked at Jason. And marched right back over to him.

"I'd rather be killed than live! Look at me! I'm covered in dirt, and dust! My hair looks like a rats nest! The dresses I've been givin, are torn, and complete rubbish! My shoes?! I don't even have any shoes! My nails are covered in dirt! And now. Now I have a bruise on my face. So I'd rather die, than be forced to kill Scott."

I stormed off and once more, Jason shouted making me stop in my tracks.

"Even if you get killed, they'll still find Scott, and beat him, and then kill him. So I suggest that you make a disicion. Or you'll be sorry."

My eyes started to water and I continued carrying my feet towards the house.

I don't want to make the wrong desicion. But I think I'm going to have to kill, I'm going to have to kill, Scott.