Pain was all I woke up to. A sharp pain in my right side. I heard a ringing in my ear and Jesse's voice calling out to me.
"Faith! Faith! Faith answer me! Faith!"
His voice was faint decpite the screaming and his face was a blur. I didn't know what he had done, or why he had done it. All I knew is that I had a knife in my side and it was his fault, but at the same time, it wasn't. I was just regaining consciousness when I drifted back into the darkness.
I was sitting in my cell when I looked over and I saw Jesse. He had the same eyes that were full of darkness. I didn't understand. This already happened. He looked over at me and held up the knife that was in my side in the real world. He held it above his head and threw it towards me. It skimmed my heaad and left a gash that wasn't that deep on my forehead. What this an alternate reality? Was this supose to show me what would have happened if I didn't get hit? Nevertheless, Jesse was still there. He had no expression on his face. He was blank, nothing but hate was in his eyes. I could see nothing but revenge. But what had I done? Why would he do this to me? He wasn't sitting there screaming my name like he was before. He didn't seem to care about me at all. That's when I saw him walk in. A Hidden. He walked over to Jesse. He turned to face him and said. . .
" Well done Jesse. You are now an official member of the Hidden. Congradulations, I knew the three years of training would pay off." My heart stopped for probably the millionth time today.
Was Jesse really a Hidden? Did he do all of this just so he could kill me in the end? Was this part of the dream, or was this reality? I didn't understand anything. I was so confused. Then the Hidden walked over to me and opened my cell door. He walked in and picked up the knife. He turned towards me again and jabbed me in the side. Them I woke up.
I woke up to even more pain this time. I was surrounded by my own blood and a bunch of stars. I no longer heard Jesse's screams. Was he gone? I tried to shift in my position to see, but when I did, my side bursted with pain and more blood. I let out a cry of agony.
I then heard Jesse's voice again.
"Faith. You still awake?" He asked me.
"What do you care? You were the one who threw a knife at me! Why the hell would you all of a sudden care whether I'm awake or not!" I stated, trying ot prove my point.
"I just do OK. It's not like I had a choice."
"You always have a choice. You chose to even think of the idea, you chose to find a knife before you got in here, you chose to pick it up when I got here, you chose to throw it at me. So don't you dare say you didn't have a choice." I said matter of factly.
"No, Faith. I din't have a choice. I was forced. It was either your life or mine. I didn't want to do this, but, I didn't want to die this way."
"So you would rather me die in your place?! What kind of a person are you?! Are you that selfish that you would actually kill me to save your skin!? You're a bitch Jesse! Your a good for nothing, gutless, selfish, betraying, heartless, slimy bitch! I wish I had never even met you!!!" He didn't relpy, why should he.
He stared at the wall for a while and so did I. We didn't speak for hours, litterally this time. I wasn't even thinking of apologising for what I had said because it was the truth. I hated him. It seemed like he was a completely different person with no care, no heart. There way no way to re-kindle our love. I wished there was, but there wasn't. It was over. Our relationship and my life. I knew I was going to die. I knew that someone would see me here with a knife in my side, turn to Jesse, say "congrats" and kill me on the spot. I knew there was no way of getting out of it, and I certain;y knew that Jesse wouldn't help me. Not after what he had done, and what I had said.
I heard Jesse shift in his cell, but I didn't move. I stayed lying on my side (the one that didn't have a knife in it), facing the wall. I could feel that he was staring at me with his deep blue eyes. He was waiting for me to move or something to make sure I wasn't dead. BUt I stayed still. I wanted him to think I was dead. Serves him right. He should have to live with that guilt for the rest of his miserable life.
I then heard him take a long heavy breath before talking again.
"I'm sorry Faith. I didn't want it to end this way."
"It's too late for sorry Jesse. Way too late."
