They Love It More When Its Broken~ P.S

Chapter 21- I Roam The City In A Shopping Cart

❌TRIGGER WARNING❌

Jess POV;

The breeze blew violently through my hair, blowing it over my face. My hands were clammy despite the cold and I was looking down at the fallen body.

There was loads of people now, 10 if not more. I could slightly hear them talking. My chest started to become tight and my breathing staggered.

"See that down there, Elisa is dead," he shouts above the sound of sirens. "You'll be down there, joining Elisa in hell."

"N-no p-please don't d-d-do this." I stutter, doing my best to beg.

"Shut up or you die sooner!" He screams, his voice breaking and for I minute I think he's crying, taking that back after I moment when I work out he isn't, he's just going insane.

The sirens get louder and an ambulance becomes visible below, (a/n; as I wrote that I suddenly heard an ambulance outside haha) I let a shiver escape down my spine and try to take in as much oxygen as possible, struggling from pure panic.

Jack shuffles me towards the end of the ledge, I close my eyes, hoping and praying that someone saves me.

"Please." I barely whisper, tears threatening to spill, I blink them back so I don't look weak, weaker than I already am.

"I'll do it, you'll die." He whispers back. I take a deep breath in, concentrating on my breathing instead of everything else going on right now. If I become calm maybe this will all end, maybe I'm in a nightmare.

I get yanked back again and for a moment I'm praying that the police snuck up to the roof and have came to rescue me and arrest Jack, that way it'll be better for some people, he just killed Elisa for crying out loud.

I might not like Elisa but I feel my heart lurch in my chest just from the thought of someone I saw living, clueless to their fate at the end of the week.

I fall flat on my face onto the gravel on the roof. He didn't let go of me. He never killed me.

I breathe a sigh of relief, opening my eyes but coming face to face with a gun. My face is cut and bleeding due to my fall when Jack threw me away from the ledge and onto the roof floor.

"I'm going to shoot." He breathes, I start shaking. More from fear than cold. "Nobody like you deserves to live." The noise of more sirens fills the air and the urge to cry becomes more and more every second.

A single tear trickles down my face, I try to blink it back but it kinda just escaped and worked its way down my face.

"Don't you dare cry!" Yells Jack, looking away from me with his eyes closed, but still holding the gun at my temple. With him not looking at me while holding a gun to my temple, my anxiety levels increase, basically shooting through my metaphorical anxiety and depression roof.

As I pray for my life, the door to the roof slams open, Jack removes the gun from my temple and faces the people, who had just entered.

"Don't come any closer or I shoot!" He screams, sounding more like a maniac with every syllable that escapes his mouth.

"It shouldn't end like this." Says one of the men, who just came through the door.

"Yes it does and it will!" Jack yells once again, I silently sniffle.

I quickly divert my eyes from the floor, looking up to see who came through the door. Four police officers with guns stand there, their guns face towards Jack, who is also holding up a gun.