Prologue:
My parents have been moving me schools a lot and I don't know why. I wonder if it's because of me. I told them about the voices in my head and how I'm gay. My parents don't really like it, my dad more than my mom. I don't feel loved anymor...
Evan’s Pov “WAIT JONATHAN!” I said and ran after him. Where is he going? Is he going to his house? What is he going to do there? I don’t know but I will make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. I saw Jonathan walk home and since I brought my car. I was going to follow him to wherever he is going. I see crying as if he did something wrong. (Evan did you not realize that he killed one person and that he did it right in front of you?) He then stops at this one house, which is probably his because it is blue. I stopped the car on the side of the road and turned my car off. I started to walk to the door. I knocked on the door even though the door was open. I didn’t hear anything so I just walked in. I tried to find Jonathan but every door I opened he wasn’t found. I got to the last door hoping Jonathan was in there and he was ok. I opened it and saw that Jonathan was in the corner holding something. “Jonathan are you ok? I was worried when you just left and didn’t say anything to me.” Jonathan put up his head and said, “Evan i’m sorry. I’m so so sorry, but.. I…” Then he just started laughing and started to get up. My eyes followed his head slowly rising and stopping when he fully stood up. Then he started to speak again, “Evan Jonathan is not here and you can’t leave knowing what you know. You have to leave forever.” He turned around. I saw in his hand a knife. He started to circle around the room slowly and I did the same. I saw that the box with the pistol in it was in the closet on the other side of the room behind Jon-Delirious. I had to make it on the other side so I can grab it so I could get him to not realize I did so. “Why would you do this to him? Why not spare me?” “Oh Evan I already told you, and spare you? Why would I do that and send Jonathan to prison.” “I would never do that to Jonathan. I love him.” “Oh you love him. How sweet? But I’m not going to let you go.” I was near the closet I ran to it, opened the box as quick as i could, grabbed the pistol, and pointed it at Delirious. We were both just staring at each other. He was grinning at me and i gave him a “don’t you fuckin dare bitch” look.
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Before I could do anything Delirious was walking toward me really slowly while saying, “Evan, have any words to say before you die.” “Yes, Jonathan I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner that I had feelings for you. And that I’m sorry I can’t protect you from Delirious and I can’t do shoot you I’m sorry.” I dropped the gun. Delirious tackled me and put the knife to my neck and said, “Jonathan wants you to have something.” He leaned to my face and kissed me. While he was kissing me I grabbed the knife and we started to fight over it. I twisted the knife to where my heart was and said, “Fine Delirious If you want me dead then go ahead but I want my Jonathan to kill me.” “Is that your final wish.” “Yes,” I said trying to find hope that he would let Jonathan back. “Evan?” He said with teary eyes. “Yes Jonathan.” “I can’t do it.” “I know Jonathan. I know.” I grabbed the knife and threw it across the room. Pinned Jonathan to the floor and kissed him. He kissed me back. I pulled away and said, “Jonathan I love you.” “I love you too Evan.” He gave me a worried look. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t hear him. Is he gone?” “I don’t know babe.” He signs, turns his head, and I saw that tears were forming in his eyes. I put a finger on his chin and made him look at me. I leaned in and kissed him. I pulled back and said, “Even if he does come back. We know his weak spot, He is vulnerable to let you take back your body.” He smiles and leans in to kiss me. Maybe he is right. Maybe he is gone for good. I don’t know, but what I do know is that I love Evan one hundred percent of him. I looked at him and gave him a warm smile and kissed him. We went to the bed and I started to fall asleep in his arms.
Somebody’s POV They have 2 weeks until something bad will happen. I wonder if she has told him that they have to move out? Who cares, but when I come back they better be gone! It's not like I ever liked them. They are blood relatives.But If they were on a cliff hanging, I would step on their hands.
