Neighbors(Being Rewritten)

The Survivor

We've been in the car for a while now. I'm not even sure how long, I've been crying for a while and haven't paid much attention. No one touched the radio, which is playing some happy sounding music. Isn't it weird? How when something bad happens, the whole world keeps going. How they're so oblivious to what's happening around them. I find it absolutely amazing. But then again, I do it. I keep going when something had happens to others because it doesn't really affect me. And with this conclusion, I realize that humans are really, extremely, selfish. We only care about ourselves and what happens in our lives, which is absolutely horrible.

"Where are we going?" I asked my voice sounding horrible.

"The hospital." Jamie said in a voice that absolutely scared me.

"Why? He's not our friend. He killed my best friend. I don't want anything to do with him." I said becoming furious.

"We have to finish this." Eric said.

"What are you going to do? Kill him?" I asked sarcastically.

Eric looked at me through the rear view mirror and I now know that's what he wants. He wants to kill Jamie because he killed Heather. I still can't believe she the one that died. He survived. She died. I repeated this in my head now. My questions have finally been answered and they weren't what I wanted.

"You can't." I said.

"Why?" Eric said a little bit irritated.

"No more death. There's been too much for my life. I don't want anymore."

"We are at least going to talk to the doctors and to the fool himself." Jamie said.

"Whatever." I said and leaned back into the seat.

Thirty minutes later and we are there in the hospital parking lot. We all got out of the car and headed inside.

"We are here to see Jamie Tunn." Eric told the lady sitting at the front desk.

"Ok, he's in room 134 on floor 3, he has just gotten out if surgery 2 hours ago." She said with a smile on her face.

"Thanks." Eric said with a smile and lead us to the elevator.

"How long did it take us to get here?"

"Four hours." Jase said.

We were all inside and Eric pressed the floor 3 button and the elevator began to move. Elevators are so weird. At first you fell kind of dizzy but then, right before you get off, you're used to it and it's kind of fun.

"He got rushed to this hospital in a helicopter." Eric said.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. We all rushed out and immediately found the horrible person's room. Eric just opened the door, not bothering to even knock. We followed in right behind him. All of us giving him the death stare.

"Hello friends." He said with a smile.

"We aren't friends." Eric said, scowling hard at him.

"Someone needs to take a chill pill. And horrible shot by the way." Jamie said while pouting to Jase.

"You just hit my finger. It came clear off. Turns out I just fainted. I'm sure you would too if your finger got shot off." He said, almost jokingly.

Then he held up his "shot off" finger. It had been stitched back on. I'll spare my mind of going into deep details of what it looks like. I just want to forget about it. And him. Forever.

"You killed Heather, you know." I said.

"Hahaha, I know. It was exhilarating!" He said very loudly.

"One of he most exciting things that happened to me in a while!" He added.

"You sicken me." I spat at him.

"Good." He said.

"That's the way I like it." He added.

"You're going to rot in jail." I said and left the room.

I walked over to the elevator and waited for Eric and Jase. I'm sure they have some words they want to say to him. I have plenty of other things that I want to say but chose not to. They finally came back and we drive to my house.

"You can stay here." I said to Jase.

"Ok, thanks." He said.

By this time it was night and Eric had already left. My mom still isn't home, probably working a late shift and I doubt news about what happened hasn't reached her yet. I began to set up Jase's bed on the living room couch. Then, we both just decided to go to bed. Well he did. I didn't. I just lost my best friend. How am I supposed to just sleep? I just began to cry. To let everything out. Then, I finally fell asleep while crying.

When I woke up he next morning, I found that I'm having breakfast in bed and my mom sitting in my desk chair.

"I'm so sorry." She said and hugged me.

"About Jamie and Heather. And Eric. He's a good guy and you need him in your life, just to keep me sane." She said.

"It's fine. There's nothing anyone could've done to prevent it. Jamie is just a crazy who will get what he deserves eventually." I said.

"That's true. I've scheduled a session with a psychologist for you today." She said a little sadly.

I'm not upset. I'm relieved. I just want to talk to someone who hardly knows anything about the situation. Where I can just get everything out.

"Oh, and Jamie passed last night."

"Passed?" I asked.

"He died." She said.

"How?" I asked a little angry. I know I won't like the answer.

"Jase." She said.

So I really am dating a murderer. And this time it wasn't in self defense. It was more of he did it because of rage and anger.

"Oh..." I said.

"Well, go ahead. Eat up. Busy day today." She said and walked out of my room.

I looked at my phone. There was one long message.

Jase: Good morning. I know it may not be that good but I did something to make it better. I hole it made it better. I killed Jamie. It made me feel a lot better. You won't see me for a while. It's what's best for me and you. I've ran away. I won't tell you where or when I'll return. But, I love you. And I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted. And I'll let you be free, so I'm breaking up with you. Please don't respond, it will be easier to just leave it with this message.

So now I'm single and got broken up wig a murderer. Wow. I shake my head and begin eating my breakfast as I was told. I got dressed then went downstairs. My mom drive me to my session. By the end of it, I felt a lot better. Like all my problems have been solved. Like everything is right in the world. Especially when my mom told me something.

"I think we need to get out of this place. So, we are moving." She said.

"Good. I want to leave all my problems behind." I said.

Even though I'm leaving without Eric, we will still text. I'll make sure of it. I won't allow it if we don't. We move right after Heather's funeral. That's when it's arranged at least. Her funeral is tomorrow. I don't know when Jamie's is but I honestly don't care. I don't even want to know. I don't even want a hint.