[Olivia's POV]

I swallow for like the millionth time now. How come I can't shoot her? It was my desire to see these walls painted with her brains. What happened?

"Just pull the trigger," she continues, sobbing, "I don't deserve to live after all that I've done. Not even my sister wants me. End my life already. Get it over with."

Even though I am the armed one here, I'm scared. I am so damn scared. Her mood swings are unreal. She keeps switching between sad and furious. Something's clearly wrong. I should shoot her. For the love of god, Olivia, just shoot her already.

"I knew it," she hisses, grabbing the rifle that's been pressed against her, and forcefully pushing it into my body instead.

Next thing I know, I'm curled up on the floor, holding my stomach in pain. My eyes are shut, but I feel her stepping closer to me. As I slowly dare to open my eyes, I see her staring down at me. Her expression is blank.

"You're weak," she says in a taunting voice, "What made you think you could come here and shoot me?"

I only wince in pain, slowly burying my face into the carpet, knowing I'm about to die.

"You're an embarrassment. Although...", she pauses mid-sentence.

I hear her grabbing the rifle that's laying on the floor before she continues.

"Your taste in weapons is not bad."

She's about to shoot me. I know it. I hope it'll be quick. I don't want to be tortured.

"Look at me, Olivia," she commands.

I do as I'm told. I look up at her. There's this evil grin on her face. I've seen it before. It's that same grin she had on her Wanted Poster five years back.

"This rifle looks familiar..."

She sensually runs a hand down the gun as she speaks.

"Say, could this be Caitlyn's by any chance? Or did you just happen to get the exact same one?"

I only stare at her. I feel numb. I can't move, I want to run, but she'll definitely shoot me if I do that. What did I get myself into? What do I do?
Jinx continues rambling on, meanwhile I'm trying to think of a way out of this. I spot my phone. It's on the floor, it probably fell out of my pocket when she pushed me down. I wonder if I can reach for it while she's distracted. Slowly, I move my hand towards the phone-

"AAGH!"

I scream in pain. She shot me. She shot me in my arm. Fuck! Fucking hell, I cannot handle the pain. I can't help but scream.

"Now, now... Aren't you aware of how impolite it is to play games on your phone while someone's talking to you? How rude."

I'm helplessly watching her pick up my phone as I press down on my fresh wound, trying to prevent the blood loss.

"Geez, you're such a baby. Crying because of a little scratch. Tell you what, how about you go and get that treated. I'll follow up."

I don't say anything, I only breathe heavily. The pain is killing me, I'm losing so much blood.

"Come on, Olivia. Go. You have twenty seconds."

My eyes widen when the realization hits me. I get on my knees, struggling to stand up without the strength of my arms. When I finally manage to stand on my legs, I run. I run like I've never run before. And I scream. I scream for help until my throat gets sore.

On my way, I meet the woman from before. She opens her mouth to say something, but falls silent when she spots the wound on my arm.

"Call the police! Run! She'll kill you!", I scream in desperation, making my way out of the motel.

I plan to run away until the police arrive, hoping that my pleads in public won't go unheard. Though, there is no one to be seen.
I run so, so much. I run until I start getting dizzy from the blood loss. Still no police in sight. I wish I had my phone... I need an ambulance too. I'm going to die. Jinx will kill me, I don't stand a chance.
As I'm leaning against a wall, I catch my breath. I take a quick look at my wound. I release the grip on my arm to see my hand covered in fresh blood. What was I thinking? I feel sick. I'm gonna faint. I need to... keep going...

I spot a church. I go inside, hoping to see people there. Of course, it's deserted. Fuck this. Why is nobody around in this god awful city? Even if there were any people who heard me, they're probably dead now. This is all my fault. I'm responsible for people being killed now. I should've shot her. She was right, I'm weak.
I hurry to the front, hiding behind the seats. There are better places to hide here, but my body refuses to obey me. Everything's getting blurry. It's over. I'm just sitting here. Breathing heavily. Waiting for death to take me.

Suddenly, I hear the door being slammed open. Slow, quiet steps... I freeze in place.

"I have a feeling you're running away from me. Aren't we going to get your little boo-boo treated?"

She's coming closer, I can hear it. This is it.

"That's what girlfriends are for, right? They are always there for each other, no matter what. I love you, Olivia," she says in a terrifyingly soft tone.

She is now at the front row, stopping there. Slowly, I turn my head to face her. She's aiming the gun at me.

"We'll be together..."

Police sirens. Someone called the police. Someone actually did it. Oh my god, the police are here. Please come rescue me from this lunatic. Please.
Jinx doesn't bother moving at all. She's still standing there, aiming at me.

"Forever."