Before They Hide

The gun

*Flashback end, still Laney's POV*

I continued to stare at the man who dared to call me a lier earlier. By now my palms were sweating profusly and my eyes were brimming with tears. Retelling my story had brought back those vivid memories,and  it was still almost impossible to think of my boyfriend without breaking into uncontrollable sobs.

Slowly, I sat back down and wiped my moist hands off swiftly on my pants. After I took a few deep breaths, I finally found my voice.

"I did not kill him, that's the truth." I finished my statement and averted my eyes away from the man's glare. I was relieved to get that out until the man made it clear that he was not done humiliating me. 

"Then how do you explain the gun?"

The audience murmered agreeable comments.

She did have the gun....

That man is right....

You can't argue with evidence...

And the whispers continued on and on.

The anger inside me continued to build. Why did no one believe me?! I thought I agreed to this interview to put this to an end?!

Standing up once more, I found my confidence and fired my thoughts to this disgusting "gentleman with the long coat."

"Hey listen you, that gun wasn't mine and I never shot anyone with it!"

Mr. Know-It-All took no time at all to reply, "Oh of course you didn't, there must be some other perfectly good explanation as to why the police found you covered in the victim's blood and your fingerprints all over the gun!" Sarcasm clearly etched in his voice.

By now, the highly annoying television host, Sarah, had completely back out of the conversation and watched with keen interest as the man fired question after question.

"Actually," I responded, "There is an explanation to the evidence found in Jacob's room. Now would you like the short version or the long version?"

The man sat down and gesture for me to sit as well. 

"Take your pick, I've got all the time in the world."

*Flashback resumes*

"I'm so glad to have you Jacob." I was cuddling with Jacob in the most lucious of flowers in some secret meadow him and i discovered 2 years before.

He chuckled and pulled me closer. "Babe, you act like I'm the best thing in the world when really, your what's keeping me alive."

I smiled and looked up into his beaming face. "Well maybe that's because you are the best thing in the world."

I leaned in to kiss him and close my eyes, but before our lips could touch, I heard a dark, evil voice whisper into my ear, "till death do us part..."

I opened my eyes to see in front of me, not the loving, caring Jacob who I'd loved for so long, but a black mass with red slit eyes that resembled the fiery pits of hell.

I tried to sit up but the black mass just held me down.

"Where's Jacob! What did you do to him!?"

I struggled to lift my head, but the mass was too strong. Now I couldn't breathe, it was like an elephant sitting on my chest. There was no way out.

Once again, I attempted to asked for my boyfriend, but with the lack of oxygen, all that came out was a helpless squeak. I took once last look into those deep, piercing red eyes, and then...

"JACOB!!!!"

I sat up, clammy sweat dripping down my face. Jacob was still not there, but neither was the black mass. I sighed and sat down on the bed.

Calm down.

It was just a dream.

Just a dream.

I lifted my hand to wipe the tears from my cheeks, then I noticed I was clutching something cold and heavy in my right hand.

"What the?!"

It was a gun.

A freaking gun.

"How--Whaa? But?" And then everything came flooding back to me. The shot, the voice, the blood.

But that still doesn't explain why I'm holding a gun?!

I looked down at the ground where I had woken up minutes earlier, there was the pool of blood that I had fallen into when I was hit by....hit by what?

I glanced at the gun once more to see blood at the end of it.

Who's blood is that? Wait a minute!

I gingerly reached up behind my head. 

"OUCH! Fuck!"

I brought my hand back in front of me to find blood on my fingertips from my apparent flesh wound. Well I guess I know who's blood is on the gun now. And what knocked me out.

I was yanked out of my trance by movement at the door. I looked over... still holding the gun.

Oh shit...

All I could manage were two weak words.

"Hi, officer."

 

I this is acutally my second time writing on this chapter because I forgot the author's note the first time! :O don't worry I won't let that happen again! I know nobody is reading this but i might as well say sorry for the late update anyways. I've been stressed over stupid stuff. Having OCD and Anxiety sucks......and if u think im a freak for that....then that means your really good at guessing cuz im nuts! :P so to the imaginary people out there not reading this, please feel free to comment and please please PLEASE let others know to read this. So far my sister's book is starting to get pretty popular and that makes me sad when mine isnt. YES I JUST THROUGH A SYMPOTHY VOTE OUT THERE! ok, yup, so bye!

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