Chapter 13
I stared at the men I once trusted with my life. "How can you just do this?" I asked softly. "I thought you were my friend, Jack!"
He shook his head slowly. "You're just a whining idiot, Chase. You think the world revolves around you, just cause you're the star."
Stanley groaned. "Can we get this show on the road? Get this on tape," he said to Jack.
I sighed. The end would be near, and I was still in the dark. "What does my mother have to do with this?"
Stanley grinned as Jack turned the video camera on me. "Your dear mother, Charlotte, was the one who killed MJ."
"What?"
Jack snickered. "She just stuck the knife right into her!"
I couldn't breathe. "Why?" I spluttered.
"She did it for you, believe it or not," Stanley said. "She said you needed freedom, and MJ was holding you back."
I felt tears burning my cheeks. "And why were you involved, Jack?"
"Just for the hell of it," he grinned. "I heard them planning, and I wanted in."
"Did it happen fast? Did she suffer?"
Stanley sighed. "After she turned blue from Jack's handiwork, we decided to put her out of her pittyful misery. Helen was impressive with the knife, wasn't she?"
Jack nodded in agreement. "Could swear she's done it a hundred times."
I sighed deeply, already at peace with the fact that I would never see sunlight again. "So you're just going to kill me?"
"I'm not touching a dyke, if that's what you mean," Jack barked.
Stanley laughed. "I had enough too, thanks for the offer though."
A few more tears ran down my cheeks. Stanley stepped closer to me, the blade of the knife gleaming eerily in the low light.
I felt the knife pierce my skin, just below my ear. Sticky, hot blood trailed down my neck and down my arm. I felt dizzy, my eyes fluttering.
The last thing I remember was Stanley screaming, and the voice of an angel, telling me that everything will be fine.
I never did believe in angels.
A/N: sorry for the delay, i have no excuse except that i was a little lazy... Probably two more chapters to go, hope you guys are still enjoying this (:
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