W - Two Worlds

Chapter 31

*Jade's Pov*

I was hurled towards the ground by gravity, my breath getting blown out from my lungs. I threw out my legs and luckily caught myself before falling. Drops of rain showered me. It was pouring hard.

A rotten stench hit my nose as I got up, looking around my surroundings. I covered my nostrils with my color of my shirt, letting the rotten stench fade away.

I quickly glanced around my surroundings, disappointed.

There was only trash bags to be seen for a while. I was in some sort of alleyway surrounded by trash bags. Just my luck.

I shoved my gun inside the pocket of my jacket.

So this was Scarlet's world. Honestly, its doesn't look that different from my own world.

Scarlet's words echoed inside of my head, drilling into my mind. I'm only a comic book character. My whole life was a lie.

I still remembered her saying something about how I was famous in her world or something. If what she said was true, I should be in any book store.

I forced my legs to move out of the alleyway, stepping out into the light. Since this seemed like a busy city, it shouldn't be that hard to find a bookstore.

I made my way across the streets, asking various people for the nearest book store. With more people I asked, the more nervous I grew.

When I finally made it to the nearest book store, my heart skipped a beat. There was a huge–huge–poster of my face, next to a brunette with wavy hair who I assumed was Scarlet. The title of the poster read: "W, the once dark and depressing comic...now romantic and funny? "

Anger slowly seeped into me. It was true. I was only a comic book character.

My legs seemed to take a mind of their own, nearly running into the store.

As soon as I walked in, I saw them. There were tables stacked with W comics. There was about 20 tables altogether. It was a whole entire 2 rows of tables dedicated to just W.

There were about 50 books on each table, each table going in order from season to season. I hazily walked over to the table one, the table with the first season on W. I picked up the book carefully, looking it over, every inch to inch.

I nearly ripped the book as I opened it up, my heart jumping.

The first page was a drawing of my face, full of concentration and nervousness. The next panel was me holding the dart gun, aiming at the tagert. I remembered this! This was the aiming contest that my dad put me in. A smile broke across my face. Nostalgia hit me. I still remembered the insane beating of my heart as I held the gun, thinking about how if I was a mere centimeters off, I would lose. The moment I won the contest, I tackled my dad into a hug, while my mom stood next to us, tears of happiness pooling in her eyes.

The first chapter was an introduction of who I was: my personality, my life, just me as a person.

The next chapter Logan and I. My dad enrolled me in a boxing club, which gave the best boxing lessons possible. I remembered how I felt the first day, tired and out of breath. Logan was in the same exact boxing club that I was, and we were forced to be partners for every single boxing practice session. We didn't like each other at first, since we were both the top boxers and were competitive. But eventually after being put together for nearly 2 hours a day, we started to warm up to each other and soon became best buds.

I flipped through the rest of the pages, which were just full of the friendship that Logan and I made as we grew older.

When I finally flipped to chapter 10, my breath hitched at my throat. The first panel was me at the graduation party at school, with my white suit and a drink in my hand. I had on a bright smile, one that showed my teeth and crinkled the spot around my eyes. That was my real smile, and the last time I ever put on one.

As the party finally ended which was somewhere around 9, I walked back home, expecting another party from my parents. After all, I did just graduate and my parents were really extra.

Just as I grabbed the gate of my house and was about to open it, a dark figure quickly made its way out of the house, walking as fast as they could. From the light of the moonlight, I could make out that the person was around 5 feet and maybe at most 4 inches, which is a lot shorter than I was at the time. From the silleoute of the body, they looked like they were a male as well.

What made me run into my house wasn't the fact that there was a mysterious person coming out of my house. It was the fact that they were almost fully covered in red liquid.

I threw the gate open, running into the house as fast as possible. I remembered the eery stress I felt as I found the front door open, covered with blood on the doorknob.

With my heart at my throat, I stepped inside of the house.

My breath was stuck as my throat. I stepped into the livingroom, and saw it.

Their mandgled bodies were on the floor, covered in cuts and bulletholes. Fresh blood seeped from their wounds, slowly oozing onto the carpet. I ran to them and dropped to me knees, shock bursting open inside of me.

I screamed out both of their names, clutching them close to me.

Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I slammed my fingers onto the dialing pad, calling 911. I let out a bunch of gibberish about how my parents were murdered and dead and gone and never coming back. Once I told them my address, and confirmed that they were on their way, I hung up the phone and sobbed on the carpet next to their bodies.

My parents...my only family...were dead.

I slowly crawled back to their bodies, my tears blurring my way. It was then when I saw the black object around a yeard away from their bodies.

I stepped closer to the object and picked it up, my tears making my vision very blurry and hazy.

Once I rubbed the tears away with one hand, and held the object up with the other hand, I gasped.

It was a gun marinated over with blood.

Heavy footsteps ran into the house. I stared up at the owners of the footsteps. 2 police officers breathlessly ran into the livingroom, their eyes going wide when they made contact with me.

It wasn't until I was behind cells that I realized that they thought I was the one who murdered my own parents since I was holding the gun, and only my fingerprints were found on the gun.

No matter how much I begged and tried to convinced them that I didn't murder my parents, the police and detectives only turned ther backs on me. They were 100% convinced that I murdered them for sure.

It wasn't until I was 17 that they finally found gloves stuffed into the couch cushions in the livingroom. They apologied profusely to me, but I only gave then a blank stare in return. They wasted 3 years of my life, what was I supposed to do, tell them that its ok that I was locked up for 3 years for a mistake that they made?

I sped through all of the other chapters, readint through them like there was no tommorow. All of the volumes made me feel as if I was reliving the events. I remembered every single event so clearly. Like when I attempted sucide by jumping off of the bridge but somehow caught on last moment and survived, and when I hired Logan, my best friend was my bodyguard, and when I first met Scarlet from when she burst through the hospital doors, and when she took away my first kiss to go back to her own world and when she told me who I really was.

When I finally reached the last volume, volume 33, which showed me going to this world, I dropped the book. I glanced outside, only to find it dark. It was fall after all, the day won't last long. I put the book back into its proper place, staring at the cover, lost.

"Sir, we're closing in 5 minutes. " A voice from behind alerted me. I smiled at the storeworker, nodding.

"Also, if you would like you can purchase the book that you're looking so much into. I do confess, its a really good comic. I also love that comic. Would you like to ourchase it? " He asked.

I shook my head, taking a step away from the comics. "No thanks. It's a story that I'm already too familar with."