It was about 5 am.
We were sleeping in the car, about 20 miles away from the border between Arizona and California.
I wasn't sleepy at all.
I was staring at the sunrise. Jackson's faint huffs could be heard from the back seat. I chose to sleep on the front seat, but somehow I couldn't sleep anymore.
Suddenly my phone buzzed.
I dug it out of my pocket and had an instant adrenaline rush when I saw the name of the caller.
Evan.
I stepped outside of the car to answer. It was cold, my breath created little clouds around me.
"What do you want from me? Can't you just leave me alone?"
The line was silent for a second.
"Are you having fun, on a roadtrip with your beloved Jackson Wang?" Evan said in a smooth tone.
I tensed up.
"H-how did you know?"
"I see you"
I looked around in complete fear, but saw no one. I broke into cold sweat and furiously gulped.
It felt so scary. I had never been so scared in my entire life.
Just as I was about to open the car door, I felt an arm wrap around my neck.
"JACKSON" I screamed when the arm pulled me away from the car.
My back hit someone's chest and heavy hot breathing could be felt on my right ear.
Evan.
He pressed a cold object on my temple.
Jackson got out of the car super fast. He looked terrified.
"What the hell are you doing!?" He shouted and tried to run to us.
"Stay right where you are, or I'll blow his brains out!" Evan spat, and Jackson stopped immediately on his tracks.
"What do you want you son of a bitch!?" Jackson threw his hands up. "What did we ever do!??"
"First" he growled. "I'll kill him" he pressed the gun harder against my temple. "And then I'll kill you"
"Do us all a favor and kill yourself first!"
"SHUT UP" he screamed.
I cried silently out of pure horror. This is it. We'll all die. It's all my fucking fault. If I hadn't stepped out of the car-
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud gunshot.
I screamed. Jackson fell down on his stomach, blood pooling around his head.
"NO!!"
"I guess he wanted to go first." Evan smirked.
"YOU FUCKING-" I threw my head back, hitting his nose. He got startled and let go.
I turned around and kicked him with all my force on his leg, so he fell on his back.
He dropped his gun, and I proceeded to beat him up, boiling in anger.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU"
I grabbed his gun and shot him about 18 times all over his disgusting body, tears roaming down my face, blinding me almost completely.
Evan was now almost unrecogniseable. His face was badly bruised and his whole body was covered in bruises.
I took a deep breath and turned around.
Jackson was still in the same position as he was when he got shot. I turned him around.
His gaze was empty, lifeless. The playful sparkle was gone.
I pressed a final kiss on his bloody lips, and blessed him, just to make sure.
I took the gun, shoved it in my mouth and pulled the trigger for one last time.
