Jessica

Chapi 7

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3 WEEKS LATER---

Ever since we've been realized from the hospital, I haven't left Logans side. He tells me about all of our best memories if I can't grasp them yet, and we create new ones too.

Logan has been staying in our house since his mom got arrested for selling drugs, and his dad is working double the hours in Chicago to get the bail money.

I fall asleep in his arms on my Queen sized bed. I hug my lilac colored sheets, and try to fall asleep. The nightmares haven't stopped, even when I'm awake. But I'm different from other people.

When they wake up, their nightmare ends.

I wake up, but don't open my eyes.
Something is wrong
I slowly open my eyes, and see a face barely an inch from mine. It's like I can't control my body, but it controls me. My fist lands on the figures nose, earning a sick but deserved crack. Logan wakes up, and springs out of bed. I reach the intruder before Logan though, and punch him in the gut, and kick behind his knees. He collapses, and my mom runs in. She screams and runs to her phone to call 911. I hold the man by the neck, and put him against the wall.
"We're coming for you. We will kill you...and get your father."
"My father is DEAD! Why do you want me?!"
"Look at you! You can lift up a grown mans body without breaking a sweat! Do you think any normal human would be able to do that?! Doesn't...your body take over, so you have no control? Suspicious huh?"
I punch him in the neck, and he gasps for air.
"You will never come back here. I will kill every single one of your buddies."
I start punching him repeatedly, and Logan pulls me off of the man.
"JESSICA! Calm down! He's just a creepy or a robber! The police are here! You need to stop!" Logan yells, holding my face in his hands. I can see the fear and worry in his eyes, and hug him. I've never felt so safe in anyone's arms.
My mom walks in with five officers, a worried expression on her face. Before I could go up to her, time seemed to slow down. The man pulls out a gun, and pulls the trigger. The bullet comes toward my head, but before I could react, my mom jumps in front of me, the bullet goes into her chest. I scream, and the officers shoot the man.
I hold my mom in my arms, tears streaming down my face. "Mama." I whisper. She wipes the tears off my face, and smiles. "It was going to happen sooner or later..." she whimpers, her voice hoarse.

My mom goes off in an ambulance, and I'm here with Logan.

-2 weeks later-

We arrive at the funeral. I'm dressed in a black dress, Logan in a tuxedo.
I can't believe she's gone....