Chapter 1 (still):Promise me (Part 2)

~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~

"It happened about three days ago…"

The flashback was now back in my head. Of how I hated to watch it again, but I just had to let him know. It began as darkness, then to see an Eminem poster up on a ceiling. I remember to rise up from my bed and look at my surroundings.

"I had just woken up from an afternoon nap. That was the day I wasn't really feeling well…"

I remember hearing some loud noises coming from below my room. I grabbed my Sponge Bob Square Pants hat and put it on. I got out of bed and went out of my room, I started to walk down a pair of stairs.

"I heard some loud noises and voices coming from the room below me, which was the kitchen. So I put on my Sponge Bob hat and went down the stairs."

As I reached the bottom of the stairs I turned to my left to open a door that lead to the kitchen. And I saw my mom and dad arguing.

"When I went down the stairs I went to the door to my left and went into the kitchen to see that my mom and dad were both arguing. It wasn't a pretty site…but it was some stupid stuff they were arguing about. Well to me I thought it was pretty stupid…"

The argument continued between my mom and dad. My mom was an 5' 6 athletic Mexican woman with long dark, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and she looked like me. My dad was a tall guy with an big-boned figure with orange-red hair, half Irish and half Mexican, and with dark brown eyes. My mom had began to throw glass objects at my dad. I watched in horror, I've never seen them argue like this!

"My mom was throwing glass things at my dad. I…I was just shocked at that. I've never seen them argue like that…"

I started to shake my head and back away from the situation. It was like some sort of nightmare. I didn't know what to do but just run out of there and slam the door. Both the kitchen door and the front door. I sensed both my mom and dad had looked at the door, staring in a bit of confusion. But I figured that they knew that I would never return to that household…again…

~*~*~*End of Flashback*~*~*~

"After seeing them argue like that…I left. And I guess they figured that I wouldn't come back again. That situation really, really made me upset." I said, more tears streaking down my face.

"It's okay, Jess- err…Numbuh 6." He said, did he almost say my name? I shrugged it off and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

As I started to get tingly, I stared at him. He was a really caring guy. For some reason he really knew how to brighten my day up. I guess that's why I liked him…a lot.

"It is?" I began to ask him. I was a bit…confused.

He nodded. That made me smile a bit.

"But could you promise me something?" I asked Numbuh 2, I really wanted him to stay close if I ever did get hurt or got hurt really, really badly.

"Sure" He said.

I took his hand off of my shoulder and began to hold it in both of my hands.

"Promise me that if I ever am down or hurt really badly…that you'll be there for me to hold my hand, and never let go." I said, even more tears were coming out of my eyes, and I squeezed his hand a bit tighter.

He winced a bit.

"I promise" Numbuh 2 said, a cheerful smile on his face.

"Thanks" I said, really glad to earn his trust.

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The next day: it was about 5:00 A.M. and the weather was still horrible. But that didn't bring me down. Yep, I was awake playing Vice City. I was always addicted to that game. Maybe it was the killings that I liked. But you know what, either it was just my imagination or did the floor start to shake? But the shaking was getting worse. And before I knew it, the rest of the Kids Next Door members were awake from the slumber.

"W'ot tha crud is goin' on 'ere?!" Numbuh 4 demanded, I seen that he was trying to hide some mark that was on his right leg.

"I have no idea… but Numbuh 5 wants to go back ta bed!" Numbuh 5 said, stomping her right foot.

Suddenly…there was an explosion and the wall of the Tree House was now gone. The Delightful Children From Down the Lane had did this damage with the R.R.I.D.M (The Really Really Incredible Destruction Machine). The Delightful Children got out of they're machine and decided to face us in person.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Kids Next Door. Sorry if we have awaken you from your slumber. But we have some business to take care of." The Delightful Children said. They were pulling out some…gun?! Hey! That was my Uzi that I always carried around! "It seems if your operative, Numbuh 6, left her toys laying around at our mansion. Father says it's not nice to play with guns. But he wants us to do anything to get rid of you Kids Next Door! And we'll kill you first, since there is only six bullets in here." They said, they aimed the gun at Numbuh 2. I wasn't going to let them kill him! So I decided to sacrifice myself.

As they began to shoot I jumped in front of Numbuh 2. Six of the bullets went inside of me. None of them went to my heart. I collapsed on the ground. I heard the Delightful Children's maniacal laughter.

"Later, Kids Next Dumb!" The Delightful Children said, laughing and going back to they're machine. They must have had to go back home and attack when we didn't expect it.

The Kids Next Door ignored them and ran to my side. I began to cough up blood. The blood was oozing out of my body. It was really hard to breathe. My eye vision was getting darker. I felt two hands holding my left hand. I turned my head a little to the left to see Numbuh 2 holding my hand. I had nothing else to do but smile. He kept his word. The world was slowly slipping away in the darkness. As if I was being sucked into a bottomless pit.

"Goodbye forever…" I thought.

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Numbuh 2: Wow…that was…wow.

Jessie A: ::not on the ceiling:: I hope that was some good one person POV thingy. Oh, warning: This is not based on me. Well…the argument part and the symptoms part isn't. I'm not that crazy. Only Numbuh 6 is crazy!

Numbuh 2: Don't forget to review.

Jessie A: Yeah, ::grumble:: or I'll choke Numbuh 2 to death.

Numbuh 2: What was that?

Jessie A: Nothing. Just…thinking about my promotion ceremony. I just hope I won't screw up or anything.

Numbuh 2: And if you do… "History will be made at Earhart Middle School".

Jessie A: Oh shut up Numbuh 2. -_-