Through The Lens

6

June 30, 2018 12:47am

Slowly, I walked into Jordan's house, cracking open the door. The first thing I noticed, was the furniture just everywhere. A table was knocked over, the fruit bowl had fallen off the table, and the fruit was everywhere. Then, there was a glass table shattered, and there was blood...a lot of blood.

I pulled out my phone, and called Jordan's phone to see if it was here. Then, I heard it. It sounded like it was somewhere down the hallway. I decided the most likely place the phone would be in, was Jordan's room. So, I went in his room, and his phone was just laid on his bed.

So, I found Jordan's phone, but where was Jordan? I called out his name, "Jordan! Jordan...are you here?" Then, I realized I just did something very, very, stupid. I literally just called out for the killer to come find me. I was so stupid. It was like I was the idiot girl who yells out 'Anybody home!' in the movies. Then, the girl is stabbed to death. This is real life though, and I was not about to get stabbed to death. I started rummaging through Jordan's bedside tables. The first drawer had a gun in it, loaded and everything. I grabbed it and was as prepared as I'd ever be to shoot.

All of a sudden, I heard footsteps stumbling down the hallway towards me. I held up Jordan's gun towards the door. My finger was on the trigger ready to fire.

Jordan walked, well more like limped through the door. I lowered the gun, but was a little confused. Why hadn't he answered when I called his name? "What happened in here?" Jordan was cut up, with blood all over him.

Jordan opened his mouth to answer me, but then a gun went off, and Jordan fell to his knees. I rushed over to him, and tried to stop the bleeding. He had been shot in the shoulder. There was so much blood.

Then, a voice broke out from down the hallway. "I-I didn't kill them all! You have to believe me! It was him! He killed his sister!" I continued to try to help Jordan with tears falling down my face. I grabbed the gun and pointed it at the stranger, but I knew it was Ben. I don't know how he got out of jail, but who else would try to shoot anybody in this town. Jordan was the sweetest, kindest, person I had ever met, and he was about to die all because of me.

I looked up at the stranger. He had blood all over him just like Jordan. His hair was matted to his face, and he had a gun in his right hand, but it wasn't pointed at me, it was at Jordan. I screamed at Ben "Why would he kill his sister!?!?" I knew it was probably a bad idea to yell at someone with a gun, but he didn't raise his gun at me for a second. Ben just kept staring with wide eyes, and a gun pointed at Jordan.

Finally, he looked at me and said, "I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, but Jordan framed me! I'm not the killer!" he took a step closer to me, so I raised the gun in my hand, and said, "Back off or I'll shoot." I was fully aware that I couldn't shoot anybody, but he didn't know that. So, I had to make him believe I would.

He stared at me intently, and I stared back. Then he said, "You're not going to shoot me." My eyes widened in surprise, but I quickly made my face as blank as I could make it. He stepped closer to me, and my hands were shaking. Jordan hadn't moved at all since he had fallen, and I couldn't stop the blood from flowing out. I couldn't here his breaths, and his chest was not moving up and down.

"You killed him! Why?!?!" I screamed out in anger, and tears streamed down my face. How could Jordan have died? Ben stepped closer to me again, but I was on the verge of passing out. I didn't give any resistance when he picked me up in his arms and took me away from Jordan. Then, I blacked out.

*****

I woke up in my bed. Wait, how did I get in my bed? Ben was pacing back and forth, through my room. He was mumbling, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at me. "I need to show you something, it will prove I'm not the killer." He then, turned and left the room. I just sat there in shock, what was I supposed to do? Then, he popped his head back in the doorway. "Aren't you coming?"

I found my voice, and said, "Why would I come with you, you killed Jordan, and all those other people? You're a psychopath!" I threw my hands up in the air for exaggeration.

"Fine then, I'll just drag you if I have to." He walked over to me, and was about to pick me up, but I punched him in the face. He grunted in pain, "Oh come on. What do I have to do to get you to follow me?"

"Don't touch me. I can get out of bed on my own." I rolled out of bed, and stood. Ben was still recovering from the punch, and I gave him dirty looks the whole time.

He sighed and said, "Come on it's in the basement."

"I already saw the other room, and that just puts more evidence on you."

He stared at me and said, "There's more." He walked down the hallway, and my curiosity got the better of me. What exactly was he going to tell me? My biggest fear was if he was actually telling the truth.

So, I followed him down to the basement. He opened the secret room, and he started tearing down all the pictures on the wall. What was written on the wall behind the pictures scared me more than anything else had today.

Written all over the wall, completely covering it, were the words, 'I killed my sister!' I covered my mouth in shock. This couldn't be true. All the good times Jordan and I had ran through my mind. How could he have killed his sister? Ben had to be lying. There was no way, that Jordan could hurt anybody. "You're lying! Jordan would never hurt anyone! It was you! You think you can cover everything up, by showing me this? Well, you obviously did this to frame Jordan!" This had to be the explanation, but I doubted myself the whole time.

"No, you have to believe..." Ben trailed off, and ran upstairs. I ran after him, and he was rummaging through everything. Looking through all my papers.

"What are you doing?!?!" I screamed at him, but he didn't stop. He kept making my house a mess. I realized that he was a killer, so I went to the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. I went back to Ben, and held the knife up at him. "Stop!" He had already stopped though. He held a piece of paper in his hand, and I immediately knew what it was. It was a note that Jordan had left me with flowers once.

"This is from Jordan right?" I stared at Ben not wanting to answer him. He turned the piece of paper around, and held it out in front of him so I could see it. "It's the same handwriting as down stairs." I took the piece of paper from him, and ran downstairs. Ben quickly ran after me, but didn't say anything else.

While I was examining the wall and the paper, I realized that Ben was telling the truth. This was exactly what I didn't want to happen. I turned around and pointed the knife at Ben, with tears rolling down my face. "How did you even get here? Weren't you in jail?" What was really bothering me though, was how I didn't see it before. It didn't make sense.

Everything hit me, and I dropped to the floor, and the knife clattered to the ground. Ben finally answered me. "I had to break out. I couldn't let him kill anymore people. So, I went to Jordan's house to stop this once and for all. It all kind of happened in an instant. I didn't really know what I was doing, and I shot him. Then you came in, and I had to get you out of there. I decided I needed to show you the truth, and also I needed someone to go to the police, because if I went, they would lock me back up."

I realized there would never be an explanation to why I couldn't tell Jordan was messed up. "Okay, I believe you now." Ben looked shocked for a second, but then he came running at me, and he hugged me. I pushed him off me. "What are you doing?" he backed up, and gave me an apologetic smile.

"Uh..sorry it's just no one's ever believed me before." I thought back to how Jordan told me the whole story, or what I thought was the story.

I looked up at him and said, "Sorry I punched you." He smiled at me.

I got my phone out of my pocket, and called the police. They picked up after the second ring. "Hi, umm, my names Ruth, and Ben's not the killer." I paused for a second. "It's Jordan."

Then, all of a sudden something fell down the stairs. It wasn't something, it was someone. Ben ran over to the stranger. Who would fall down my steps? Everything happened so fast. Ben fell to the ground, and Jordan... it was Jordan. I dropped my phone, and Jordan ran towards me. He held a cloth to my face, and I blacked out again. This was the second time today. Why does this stuff happen to me?