Chapter 3~
I looked up and say Jason AND Andy with a pocket knife. Oh no...I'm dead...I just know it. I know it for sure. I glared at them and spit at there shoes."Ass holes..." I mumble and sit up. "Go ahead! Kill me! I don't care anymore! No one cares...no one will even know I'm gone!" I growl.
"Oh Julia...always so over dramatic." Andy smirks and kneels down next to me and puts the poket knife under my chin to make me look at him. "Now..." He grins. "How go you want to die? Hm?" His grin grew wider. I just growled at him and spit in his face. He growls at me this time, and whips the spit off his face with his black hood sleeve.
"I will take that as both of us." Jason grins and steps closer to me. I scrambled to my feet, and all of a sudden light headed. No no no...this can't be the end. I haven't even had kids (not like no one will have kids with me), or my first kiss (not that anyone will kiss me) or got married (again...not like anyone would anyways). I sigh. 'What's the point of life?' I asked myself. <There is no reason for it, child.> I froze. That is not Tear. Not close to it. Then I fell to the ground and felt a pain go through my chest. I felt warm liquid drip down me and looked at my chest. Two pocket knives where in my chest. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, but before I did I was a man with...no face.
A/N: IM SO SORRY GUYS! I haven't updated this thing in forever! I'm so so sorry! I feel bad! Ugh! Sorry guys!
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