Dressed To Slaughter

Run Away

song for this chapter: i love you -Billie Eilish

Jessica's P.O.V

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Everything is hazy. There is a ringing in my ears. I can't think straight... His heart monitor flat lined. They can't bring him back. I lay on the floor, in a ball. The nurses try to get me up, but I don't move. I can't move.

When I do get up, I walk over to him. I look at him, his features. Tan skin. Brown hair. Blue eyes. I go down to his ear, and whisper, "I love you." I want him to wake up. Move. Do something. Wake up. I shake him gently, and whisper, "Wake up. " A nurse is standing at the door. "He's gone, baby."

I turn quickly. I look into her eyes, mine glaring into her soul. "I didn't ask." I see his parents walk into the lobby. The lobby is a minty blue, with white comfy chairs, and love seats. My eyes are red all around. I run up and hug his mom, Katy. "He's gone..."

Katy is my mother. Well, in place of her. My parents, again, neglect me. Me and her start crying. His dad, Oliver, just stares at his son. He looks sick, and his eyes tearing up. I can't stop sobbing. I don't understand why it had to be him.

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Sunset

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I leave the hospital, tears running down my cheeks. My face looks calm, but the tears don't stop. I call a cab to take me to the school, to get my car. The sunset is a mix of purples, pinks, and oranges. It's quite beautiful. My skin is a golden color in the light. My tears gleam against my reddened cheeks. I stare at the sun, until it goes down. I get into my car, and start to drive. I don't play any music. I just stare blankly.

When I get home I walk in blankly. My mother is setting the table. She looks up at me. She immediately looks back down. She knows.

I stare at her for a second, before retreating upstairs. I look into the mirror. My face looks red, and splotchy. My green eyes look like a forest, full of lost thoughts, and hurt. I back towards the wall, and slide down it, tucking my knees to my chest. I bury my head into my knees.

I sit for a few minutes, remembering my best memories with him. I smile, tears rolling down my cold face.

"JESSICA!! FOOD!!"

My mother. I walk downstairs, wiping my eyes. I sit in a chair, and mumble a hello to my family. My mom looks at me. "why were you home late?" I stare at her, into her eyes. She knows why. "Long day" I say, my voice breaking. My brother laughs, "She was with her boyfriend!" He says in a sing-song tone.

"Boyfriend?" My sister says, "Who'd wanna be friends, let alone a boyfriend, with you?" My dad looks at her, "she has that one friend, Adrian, was his name?" He looks at me, "Whats up with you? Your eyes are all red."

I slam my fists on the table. "SHUT UP!" I glare at all of them. "He got SHOT in a drive-by shooting! He's dead! Gone! And his name was Aidan!" Tears roll down my face, and I start to sob.

They are all silent. In shock. I run upstairs. I start shoving clothes into a bag. I pack all the necessities. I pack all of my savings. I creep downstairs, careful not to make a noise. I see them. My brother, and sister smiling, and giggling. My littlest sister, calmly eating. My mom has her head down. I think she's crying.

No she isn't. My mother hates me. I starts to silently cry, as I rush out the door. I keep running. I don't look back. I run to this bridge. I look under it, because sometimes there are people under here. There is none at the moment. It starts to rain as I duck under the bridge. I put down a blanket, and sit on it. I take off my shoes, and get on the blanket. I stare at the rain. I pull out a few pillows, and another warm blanket. It's the middle of spring, so I might not need it.

I fold everything neatly, and put them back into the large bag. I have more space that way. I look at my phone, and turn location off. I start thinking about everything that's happened and start to sob again. This time, I don't hold back. I can hardly breath, and I feel like dying. My throat hurts, and my eyes sting.

I can actually feel my hear, physically hurt. I keep crying until I fall asleep.

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I wake up to the sound of birds. I itch my eyes, and notice they still burn. My throat feels numb, and I feel tired. I can't go back to sleep, though. I pull out my phone, and the first thing that pops up is the story about Aidan. I read it, and it was two gangs shooting at each other. They both accidentally shot him, according to the article.

The rival gangs are well known, just have never been caught. I know where they are.

The first thing that goes through my mind, is not a bad idea.

They will all pay.