Once I notice she's knocked out on the ground, I decide to take all the weapons away from her and tie her on top of a chair so she's comfy, and can't get out. I leave a note on the island for when the cops come; 'Lady that tried to kill me is tied up in this chair her death note she wrote for me is beside it. I'm in the other room tending to an injured man she shot. Glad you guys can come after all of the drama took place.'
Time: 9:21PM
I look down at Jacob's limp body and a few tears drop down my cheeks. I take him out of the bloody watery tub and to his bedroom. I notice he was only jabbed once in his upper thigh and tend to it right away. I take off his pants- leaving his boxers on. I get gauze and alcohol and a thread incase I have to stitch anything up. As I'm tidying up his wound, I just can't believe Emily was the one behind all of this. We're the same age, and she was capable of doing all of this. I am shocked that she- "Hut hut hut! NYPD! OPEN UP!" I walk to the door and as I'm about to open the door Emily came up behind me and held a knife to my neck. "Don't you dare open that fucking door Emma!" There was a pause. "If you don't open up now, we're coming in with force!" Emily dragged the knife across my neck, not fully slicing my neck just teasing me. "Emily, don't do this. Please... Don't kill me.. Please!"
Emily laughs at me. "You think I'm gonna kill you? No, of course not. I just want to torture you. Punk ass." What the hell is wrong with this person??? As she's about to stab my leg, Jacob comes through the door holding up the shot gun. "Emily." She gasps. "Jacob? I'm so happy to see you! Emma tried to kill me!" She got up and started to walk towards him. "Not one step further. On the ground. NOW!" She yelped and obeyed. "I'm gonna unlock the door now. Stay on the ground Emily!" Jacob walks over to the door and unlocks it for the cops to come in. They all run in with their guns in the air shouting towards Jacob. "GUN ON THE GROUND! NOW!" Of course he obeys because who wouldn't? Oh thats right. Emily wouldn't. She picks up the gun and points it at me.
All of a sudden, everything turns black.
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Piano Lessons
FanfictionMy sister told me not to wear too much makeup. After all, it is just a piano lesson, right? Hi. My name is Emma Riley Jackson. Such a mouthful, I know. I am currently 18 years old, and I am in level 7 for piano- cool right? I classify myself as a ne...
