Chapter 7

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Hey! Just so you know, Jackson did NOT die. Some people have been thinking that. They are wrong! Enjoy this chapter!
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Jackson's POV

I awake to the annoying beeping of some machine. "Shut up!" I yell at the machine. I open my eyes to a bright room that is all white. "Where am I?" I ask myself. Just as I ask that, a nurse comes in my room. Wait? Nurse? Oh, no. I'm in the hospital. Suddenly the memories come flooding back to me. Being stabbed, Lily running over to me, them talking, and then me falling unconscious. Wait? What happened to Lily?! Something terrible could have happened to her. What if he stabbed her too? She could be dead for all I know! She was my responsibility and I let myself get stabbed and brought to the hospital. I'm the worst boyfriend ever. "LILY!!! LILY!!!!" I yell out. "Shhh, stop screaming. You'll hurt yourself if you do." The nurse tells me. I ignore her and keep screaming until she injects something into my arm. I suddenly start feeling tired and weak. My last thought before my world becomes dark again, is Lily.
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Lily's POV

I wake up to a dark room that I have never seen before. My hands are tied behind my back and I struggle against the ropes holding me to the chair I am sitting in. Suddenly, a strong hand covers my mouth and I have no idea what to do. I let out muffled screams and the person walks around to the front of me. "Why, Princess, no one can hear you. So go ahead scream all you want. Your not going anywhere." He says with a laugh. As soon as I regain control of my body, I clamp down on his hand as hard was I can with my teeth. Instantly, a metallic taste fills my mouth and he yells some curse word that I can't understand and yanks his hand away from my mouth. "Oh, your gonna regret doing that." He says as he kicks my chair over and I land on my back with my hands still tied behind me. My weight, combined with the heavy chair, crushed my hands. He pulls something out of his pocket and points it at my face. A gun. I turn my head away and clamp my eyes shut, just as I hear the click of the gun as he loads it.

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