Words To Die By(All Time Low)

Chapter 9~ Is It Over?

I close my eyes saying my last words.

(One Day Earlier)

"Are you ready for the last kill?" Jack asks me after we finish breakfast. I don't move a muscle. "I'll take that as a no, but don't worry it won't happen for a few hours, I'll be in there if you need me." He points to my room. He hasn't let me in it since Zack died yesterday, I wonder what he is planning. It doesn't matter anyway, my plans for today are set in stone and this will all be over. Everything means nothing in the end but at least someone comes out of this alive. I just don't know who yet. 

I watch as much of The Haunting Hour as I can in case it is the last time I get to watch the show that I shared with my friends. The thing that brought us together in the first place. So I sit and eat Ramen and stay awake for probably nine straight hours before getting a text from my sister that says she is going to place flowers where my friends died, and I figured out who the next victim is. 

~*~*~*~

We stop at that IHop before we go to what will be the last minutes of someone's life. Someone has to die.  That's the stand out thought in my mind as I go over the plan. It's quite simple, but there are a few variables that could mess the whole thing up majorly. I was blinded by fear before but now all that is pumping through my veins is anger.

Anger at Jack, anger at the world, anger at my situation, but mostly anger at myself. I mad at myself for letting this happen, for not fighting back, for having the situation come to this. And this is what I think about as he drives to that patch of cement that is seven minutes away, and he seems to be driving for the amount of time it actually takes to get there. I think he also understands that this is it, the end of hell.

~*~*~*~

We get out of the car and go to the usual place. We wait until my sister is here, and when Jack is about to say "now" I speak up. 

"Um... I can't get a good shot from ground level, can we go up on that roof?" I point to the building I noticed earlier. He doesn't give off any kind of emotion when he nods so I start to pray to Mars or something that he hasn't caught on from the one sentence. 

We first go back to the van where he swaps the weapons we have on us now with other things I don't know the name of. We slowly make our way up to the top of the building, my adrenaline spiking higher the closer we got to a top. Each step felt like a million. The part of me that thought this won't work is in full panic mode right now. It felt as if I was in one of those dreams. The only thing that could freak me out more is if my soul left my body. I almost chicken out. 

Almost.

But I keep going preparing myself for the worst but also for the best. I don't know what I'll do when this is over but I know I'm not staying in town. I might move to Australia and live with my friend Jenna. Or maybe I'll go to San Diego. but none of it matters if this doesn't work. So I refocus myself right before the final step. 

As we step out on the roof he pushes me forward, so he can shut the entrance and at that moment I pull my gun on him.

"What's this?"

"I'm done!" I shout. "I'm not going to let you kill anymore. Your reign of terror ends now. But before I blow your brains out I have a few questions."

"Lay them on me."

"One, why were you hired against me?" 

"Well since I'm about to die I might as well tell you." He pauses. "This dude named Justin something was mad that you owed him money and made a fool of him so he wanted you dead. he was very drunk but a transaction is a transaction."

"Two, why target the people that you did?"

"It would only count if it was people close to you so it would pain you just as much."

"Three, how long have you known about me?"

"Five weeks." 

"And finally four, any last words?"

"'Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut don't do it.' -Charles Bukowski."

"Well unfortunately the sun inside me is burning my gut. So goodbye." And with that I pulled the trigger and watched he body fall limply to the ground. 

"It's over. It's actually over." I start lugging my body down to the street leaving the gun in the van and walk home. I take my phone out and book tickets for the first flight to San Diego.

~*~*~*~

When I get home my apartment is exactly how I left it. The first thing I do is take a notebook and write down everything that has happened. I don't leave out anything. I put this in the middle of my apartment, leaving it for whoever finds it. 

I find a backpack and start filling it with things I'll need when I leave. Food, CDs, a few pictures, a few movies and a jacket or two. I then get stuff from the bathroom. And finally I go to open my bedroom doors hesitating from the lack of knowledge that I have about what I will see. I take a deep breather and walk in. 

Automatically my mouth hangs open in surprise. What used to be my bedroom is now a kinky sex chamber thingy, that looks very painful. 

I try to ignore it while grabbing random clothes from my closet. I look at the time and realize I have a couple of hours before the flight. So I text my sister about my plans but the fall asleep. It only works for a second until I wake up screaming from the horrible imagery of the dreams. With that I get up backpack in hand and lock the door behind me. I don't plan on coming back so I leave the keys under the welcome mat. 

~*~*~*~

I get about halfway to the airport when I come across a bridge. I know what I'm going to do.

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A/N: Did you like it? Last chapter will be up soon. Good Day All~ Er