Laylas POV
I sat in my bed looking around paranoid. He's going to come for me. But when? As if on cue I heard yelling from Terenz. "Stop right there!" He yelled. "I don't want to stop," Sebastian said. He's here. I knew it! I got up and hid under my bed. What can I do? Why was I not given a weapon or anything to protect myself? I heard gun shots. Please tell me Terenz shot him. "I'll be behind bars soon won't I? Oh well, it'll be worth it knowing she's gone and that she suffered first too," He gave a small chuckle that would be cute if it came from anybody else and if he wasn't trying to murder me. The door opened. "Trying to run from me was the worst mistake you will ever make, and now I'll get you back from it," I saw his grin. Blood on his clothes and arm. He walked to the window and looked out of it. "Can you get out from under the bed babe?" He asked. My eyes widened. I got out and walked towards the door. He held up the gun directed at my head. "Try to run and I shoot. Got it?" He yelled with a smirk. I nodded and held my hands up in defense. "Good," He out the gun down and walked towards me. "Since you're going to die soon, why not have some fun?" He gave another chuckle this one seems a lot creepier. "Get out of my house," I demanded. He shook his head with a pitiful smile. "Do you think you have control over this? You were so afraid of me you ran, and you brought pain and suffering with you. I could've shot you weeks ago but I decided to wait and let you be happy for a bit. You owe me your life, remember how we met?" He smirked. "I owe you nothing," I responded coldly. I do remember how we met. A gun to my heart. He called the cops, recorded the whole thing, he was about to pull the trigger, he was knocked to the ground. Sebastian held him down until the cops came. He risked his life to save mine, but now he killed two of my friends and is about to kill me. "I owe you nothing, the debt was paid before you killed my only friends. It was paid years ago," I told him as tears rolled down my cheeks. "That first hit was when it was paid," His eyes widened. "If I knew this was going to happen I wouldn't have tried to fight against him, or would my brother going to jail pay the debt?" I asked. He looked at me confused. "Your brother?" He asked. I nodded. "That man was my older brother Daniel. It broke my heart to see him go, you know his inmate killed him right? You wouldn't let me go to the funeral, you said I was making an excuse to leave," I looked down. "I- I did? I'm sorry," He apologized. "No. No! You do not get to apologize! Especially now! You have killed three people just to kill me! you hurt me! You broke me! You do not get to apologize! I don't care if you shoot me anymore! Letting me live would be so much worse! How many people did you really kill!? I bet my friends aren't the only ones you killed!" I yelled as tears streamed down my face. He looked at me in shock. "I killed a few others," he admitted smirking. "Just shoot. I don't care anymore," I turned around and put my hands in my pockets. "What's in your pockets?" He asked. I took my hands out of my pockets mad put my hands in the air for him to see that I have nothing. "Okay," He said simply.
I heard a few noises and then, he pulled the trigger.
I fell forward. I layed on the floor against the door bleeding and coughing. The last thing I could hear was laughing. Then my vision went blank.
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Kids In The Dark
Spiritual*SUICIDE WARNING.... ABUSE WARNING.... GRAMMAR WARNING(WAIT WAT!?)* This story is very strange but my friend who is writing this with me says it reminds her of a movie that I have never watched! garrenceshipper is writing this with me and is absolut...