Neighbors(Being Rewritten)

Gunshots

Heather's P.O.V

I got back into my car and pulled out of Jamie's driveway and made my way to Jase's house. I don't know how I'm going to help the situation, but being there would be so much better than just sitting around wondering what was going to happen. Ten minutes later I was in Jase's driveway running up to his door and bursting inside.

I stopped in front of the doorway and began to look around for a sign of anyone here or for a sign of a disruption in someone's usual daily schedule. No signs. I began to walk around and found myself in the kitchen. The house is pretty nice, big and spacious. In the kitchen I found multiple things thrown about the room. I saw some blood on the floor so I walked towards it, stepping over broken pieces of glass and multiple other dangerous objects.

It wasn't that much blood, more like a few drops, but still enough to make me nervous. I heard a loud bang, like something hitting the floor, from upstairs. I ran toward the stair and made my way up. I looked around and decided on a room. I opened the door slowly and it creaked open. I slowly walk in and find that it's Jase's parents room. No sign of anyone. I find another room which must by Jase's because the door says so. I slowly open this one and this time it revealed Jamie holding Jase at gun point.

"You need to stop." I tell Jamie as tears fall from my eyes.

"Why would I? Everything would be fixed once this is done." He told me, voice laced with venom.

"You don't have to do this!" I scream.

Then, to my surprise, Jase takes Jamie's feet out from under him and now has him at gun point. I have to admit, that was kind of attractive. Jamie just laughs and slowly stands up. Jase makes sure the gun is still in him.

"You're way too funny." Jamie says as blood is pouring out if his nose. He must've hit it on the floor.

Jamie reaches into his pocket to reveal another gun. But instead of turning it on Jase he turns it on me. All I do is shake my head no.

"You don't want to do this. This isn't you." I tell him as my last attempt of survival.

"But I do." He said.

Then he pulls the trigger and I feel a sharp, nasty pain in my right arm. I look at him wide eyed, then to the gun, then down at my arm. My arm is gushing blood and all I can do at the moment is stare. Stare at my arm. I sink down to the floor while I keep my eyes on my arm. I lay down on the floor, the room becoming dizzy. Blackness is close to consuming my vision. Then, before I loose all conscious, I hear another gunshot and a body fall to the floor. Then I close my eyes and allow the darkness to come in.

Malia P.O.V

I've been sitting in the same spot since my mom had left my room to go to work. The tears won't stop falling and I honestly have no clue why I'm even crying. Maybe because my mom doesn't want me to talk to one of my closest friends. Maybe because I was starting to like him and I'm no longer allowed to see him. Then, there was a loud thud. I quickly turned my head so fast it hurt and saw Eric there, putting his phone into his back pocket. I began to rub my eyes and wipe the tears away because I don't want him to know I had been crying.

I stood up and he gave me a worried look. I just smiled at him but he didn't smile back. He just opened up his arms and walked towards me. He pulled me into a tight hug and I just hugged him back, not crying because I have him back. Then he pulled away, extremely fast.

"What?" I asked him.

"Jamie is going after Jase." He said looking a little scared.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Jamie is going to kill Jase. Heather called me and told me to tell you." He said and grabbed my hand then pulled me outside then into his car.

"Why?" I asked out loud.

"Jamie has a serious crush on you, he wants you and is going to kill anyone that's in his way."

"I don't understand." I said beginning to panic.

"Where's Heather?" I asked him.

"I'm not sure." He said as soon as we turned onto Jase's street.

"Which house?" He asked me.

"That one." I said while pointing to the humongous brick house.

He pulled into the driveway and I saw Jamie's car already there and Heather's. I go to reach for the door handle so I could open the door but Eric had put a hand on my shoulder. I look over at him.

"You stay here."

"No. Someone's going to get hurt because of me."

"At least it won't be you." He said and got out if the car.

I watched him as he made his way inside the house, not even bothering to knock on the door. Then I heard a loud bang. It almost sounded like a gunshot.

Eric P.O.V

I left Malia in the car. I didn't want anything bad to happen to her. I wouldn't be able to live wit myself if I allowed something to happen to her. I ran into the house and made it halfway up the stairs when I heard a gunshot. I think I just peed a little. I stopped on the step I was on and took a deep breath. This was definitely going to be a deadly battle that Jase and Jamie were fighting in.

I made it up the rest of the stairs and found two bodies on the floor, both looking pretty dead. I looked up to find the one survivor who had tears in his eyes and watched him fall to the floor, curling up into a ball. Blood all over his face. I walked over to him and knelt down in front.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Jamie was going to kill me, then Heather came so I took his feet out from under him. He had another gun and shot her." He said and pointed at her body.

It was on the ground, as if she had just sat down then laid. There was blood everywhere, surrounding her. The blood was still fresh.

"Then what happened?" I asked knowing there was more to the story.

"I shot him." He said and looked me in the eyes, tears falling nonstop from his eyes.

"Come on." I said.

I led him outside and to my car, where a very nervous Malia waited. She looked like she was in a daze, confused and in shock. Jase ran over to her door and opened it. He pulled her out and she finally came back to reality. She hugged him tight and he hugged her tight. Well, this is awkward. I think I'll just go inside and call the police now. But then I notice something. Malia is staring at me, with apologetic eyes. I don't know why she is but I just smile and go call the police. I gave them all the information they had asked for.

"Huh, some chick called about the same thing today! I guess she really wasn't crazy!" The operator said.

"Just get some people here." I said and hung up.

What idiots. Why would anyone lie about this? People being dead? I guess people ruin things for other people. We just have to learn to live with it.