I ran down the stairs to see Chase standing in my living room with his hands behind his back. "What are you doing in my house?" I ask him demanding his answer. "This" he says as he pulls out a revolver and points it at me. "What did I ever do to you? Why do you want to hurt me?" I pleaded with him. "Oh you know very well what you did." He cocked his gun and puts it down. I thought he changed his mind about trying to kill me but I was way off. He reached into his pocket and pull out a pocket knife. "What is that for?" I ask curious wanting to run away, but I'm to scared because I know he has his gun cocked. "Oh, you will see" he menacingly whispers as he takes a small step closer. I take a step back. He quickly put the gun up and says "Don't move." He comes closer until he is only an inch away and he whispers "It's time." Chase took a step back and starts to pull the trigger. I brace myself for the pain. I cringe but there is only a soft click. "Yes" I think to myself. "His gun jammed." I turn to run back upstairs but it's too late, Chase unjammed his gun and shoots. My back is turned away from him when I hear the soft click of him pulling the trigger, then feel the pain of a gunshot in my leg. I collapse under the pain and scream out in pain. He laughs menacingly as he walks closer. I try to crawl away but I'm too slow. He takes his pocket knife and throws it at me. Luckily he has terrible aim, so he missed and hit the wall. Chase pulls out the revolver again and shoots me again but this time he shoots my arm and I pass out from the pain. Even-though I'm passed out I still feel the pain when he shoots my head.
