Chapter 3: Jessica's Story
It was now around five o' clock, Kylie guessed as she continued to dig. She barely had three feet dug, and everyone else had finished at least two hours ago. It's not that she was a bad digger; it's just that her arm was still hurting like hell.
"Damn arm," Kylie muttered.
Then she heard someone come up next to her. She looked up and saw Jessica.
"Hey Jess. What's up?"
Jessica sat down on the edge of her Kylie's hole and said very quietly, "I want to tell you something."
Kylie put down her shovel and leaned against her hole. "What kind of something?"
"Why I'm so scared."
Kylie eyes widened. "Are you sure? You don't have too."
"I want to."
"Okay, then. Shoot."
Jessica took a deep breath and then took off. "Well, it all started when I was seven (A/N: Jessica is right now 14) and my parents started to fight with each other. They would throw stuff at each other and scream until their voices were hoarse. But they never filed for divorce. They always said that the fights were about nothing, and they always forgave each other. But then, about a year ago, I was sitting in my room when I heard my mom scream as if she were dying. I ran downstairs and saw my mom, with. with. a knife in her chest. My father was standing in front of her with a look of triumph of his face. I screamed as loud as I could. My father turned around, and I saw that he also had a gun in this hands. He glared at me and said, 'If you tell anyone that I killed her, I will kill you.' I nodded, but he said, 'I'm not going to take any chances.' So, he took the gun and shot me in the shoulder, and I instantly fell unconscious. Then I woke up in a hospital. Next to my bed was a police officer. Right when I woke up, I asked him what happened. He told me that after my father shot me, he killed himself. A neighbor had heard the gunshots and came in to see what happened. She saw my mother with the knife in her chest, my father with his head bleeding and a gun in his hand, and me, with my shoulder bleeding. She called the ambulance and the police. They couldn't save my mother, but they were able to save me, except they said that my shoulder will always look a little deformed. I didn't attend my parent's funeral. They had ruined my life. After that, I was sent to live with my aunt, but she mistreated me, so I left. I started stealing for food and money, and that was when I got caught."
"Oh my God, Jesse. I'm so sorry." Kylie climbed out of her hole and hugged the sobbing Jessica. Poor Jessica. She had practically witnessed her parents kill each other. And Kylie thought she had it bad that her father beat her. But he had never shot her.
Jessica broke away from Kylie and said, "I'm sorry. I just had to let someone know soon, or I was going to bust."
Now Kylie had to ask a question she had wanted to ask for about four months. "Jesse, why are you so comfortable around me?"
Jessica looked down before she replied, "I don't know. You just reminded me of someone that I once knew. You reminded me of the mother I had before she and my dad started fighting. The sweet mother that protected me from everything."
Kylie smiled and then she said, "I think you better get back before they start looking for you."
Jessica got up and started walking back, but then she stopped. She turned around and asked, "What happened to your arm?"
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"You can't seem to dig with that arm. What happened?"
Kylie took a deep breath and rolled up her sleeve to expose three, long, blood red scratches. Jessica gasped. Kylie rolled her sleeve back down again and said, "It was the Warden. She hit me with a hand that had wet nail polish on it. And the secret ingredient is rattlesnake venom, and it's perfectly harmless when it's dry. She gave me some ointment that will keep me from dying, but it will hurt like hell."
Jessica was shocked.
"Yeah, I know." Kylie said.
Jessica nodded and walked back up to camp, while Kylie started to dig again.
End of chapter 3! Thanx to my reviewers:
Jack Sparrows Gurl
Tristanlover59
Nosilla
Makayla
It was now around five o' clock, Kylie guessed as she continued to dig. She barely had three feet dug, and everyone else had finished at least two hours ago. It's not that she was a bad digger; it's just that her arm was still hurting like hell.
"Damn arm," Kylie muttered.
Then she heard someone come up next to her. She looked up and saw Jessica.
"Hey Jess. What's up?"
Jessica sat down on the edge of her Kylie's hole and said very quietly, "I want to tell you something."
Kylie put down her shovel and leaned against her hole. "What kind of something?"
"Why I'm so scared."
Kylie eyes widened. "Are you sure? You don't have too."
"I want to."
"Okay, then. Shoot."
Jessica took a deep breath and then took off. "Well, it all started when I was seven (A/N: Jessica is right now 14) and my parents started to fight with each other. They would throw stuff at each other and scream until their voices were hoarse. But they never filed for divorce. They always said that the fights were about nothing, and they always forgave each other. But then, about a year ago, I was sitting in my room when I heard my mom scream as if she were dying. I ran downstairs and saw my mom, with. with. a knife in her chest. My father was standing in front of her with a look of triumph of his face. I screamed as loud as I could. My father turned around, and I saw that he also had a gun in this hands. He glared at me and said, 'If you tell anyone that I killed her, I will kill you.' I nodded, but he said, 'I'm not going to take any chances.' So, he took the gun and shot me in the shoulder, and I instantly fell unconscious. Then I woke up in a hospital. Next to my bed was a police officer. Right when I woke up, I asked him what happened. He told me that after my father shot me, he killed himself. A neighbor had heard the gunshots and came in to see what happened. She saw my mother with the knife in her chest, my father with his head bleeding and a gun in his hand, and me, with my shoulder bleeding. She called the ambulance and the police. They couldn't save my mother, but they were able to save me, except they said that my shoulder will always look a little deformed. I didn't attend my parent's funeral. They had ruined my life. After that, I was sent to live with my aunt, but she mistreated me, so I left. I started stealing for food and money, and that was when I got caught."
"Oh my God, Jesse. I'm so sorry." Kylie climbed out of her hole and hugged the sobbing Jessica. Poor Jessica. She had practically witnessed her parents kill each other. And Kylie thought she had it bad that her father beat her. But he had never shot her.
Jessica broke away from Kylie and said, "I'm sorry. I just had to let someone know soon, or I was going to bust."
Now Kylie had to ask a question she had wanted to ask for about four months. "Jesse, why are you so comfortable around me?"
Jessica looked down before she replied, "I don't know. You just reminded me of someone that I once knew. You reminded me of the mother I had before she and my dad started fighting. The sweet mother that protected me from everything."
Kylie smiled and then she said, "I think you better get back before they start looking for you."
Jessica got up and started walking back, but then she stopped. She turned around and asked, "What happened to your arm?"
"Wha-what do you mean?"
"You can't seem to dig with that arm. What happened?"
Kylie took a deep breath and rolled up her sleeve to expose three, long, blood red scratches. Jessica gasped. Kylie rolled her sleeve back down again and said, "It was the Warden. She hit me with a hand that had wet nail polish on it. And the secret ingredient is rattlesnake venom, and it's perfectly harmless when it's dry. She gave me some ointment that will keep me from dying, but it will hurt like hell."
Jessica was shocked.
"Yeah, I know." Kylie said.
Jessica nodded and walked back up to camp, while Kylie started to dig again.
End of chapter 3! Thanx to my reviewers:
Jack Sparrows Gurl
Tristanlover59
Nosilla
Makayla