Once the movie was over, Scar was so scared she thought she might cry.
"See it wasn't that bad was it? And you made it through the entire movie! Aren't you proud of yourself?" Jesse was asking her.
It took Scarlett a couple of seconds to process what he was saying. "Hm? Oh, yeah. I guess I am." She said unconvincingly. Jesse just held her tighter to him. But then let go to early. He got up off the couch and Scar reached out and grabbed his hand. "Where are you going?" she said with fear in her voice that he was leaving. What if he went out side to get in his car and some one attacked him? What if-
"The bathroom." Jesse said and slipped out of her hand. He smiled at her and said "I'll be right back. I promise."
Scarlett wrapped herself tighter in the blanket, closed her eyes, took a couple deep breaths then said "Okay."
Scarlett still had her eyes closed so she didn't see Jesse lean down to kiss the top of her head. When he did her eyes came open and she looked up at him with a bit of shock. He just smiled and left the room.
When Scarlett was alone she closed her eyes again and tried to think of anything that would get her mind off of the movie. She leaned her head against the back of the couch and thought of Jesse. That was the first thing that came to her mind. She felt safe around Jesse so she pretended he was sitting right next to her and keeping her safe. Making sure no one could hurt her.
Then she heard something come from the kitchen. She didn't know what it was and it was so low that if the movie had been on or if someone else had been in the room then it wouldn't have been audible. Scarlett got up off the couch and shook off the blanket, walking towards the kitchen.
The only problem with that, was that she felt like that girl in all horror movies. The one that is extremely hot, has barely any clothes on, and is so dumb that she goes towards the strange noises that sound in the dark, other than away from them like a normal person would. But Scarlett knew better. She didn't really think that this was the case. She just figured it was the wind on the screen door. And if it was something else, Scarlett had always been a curious person. If she heard something, she would go find out what it was. Just like she was doing now. She was really trying hard not to let the movie scare her in her own house.
Her kitchen was where the back door was and Scarlett felt uneasy but her curiosity pushed her along. When she got close enough to the kitchen entryway to see inside she heard the backdoor squeak open and what she saw gave her the biggest shock of the night.
A man dressed entirely in black, hiding in the shadows, was standing in the door (for some reason she had a word pass through the back of her mind - Cliche) and was staring at Scarlett who was as white as chalk and unable to move. She couldn't possibly know who it was because of the shadows and the fact that it was dark out and he wore all black clothes. And even if he was wasn't in the dark clothes, she probably wouldn't be able to process who it was anyway. She was in to much of a shock. The man had a gun in his hands. Whoever he was, he was not here on a happy occasion and he certainly wasn't here offer her girl scout cookies. That could be told by the fact that he had just broke into her house and was starting to raise a gun straight towards Scarlett.
She was unable to move until she realized what the man (whoever he was) was about to do. He was going to shoot her. That was stating the obvious and she should have known that from the beginning but she was too dumbfounded to do anything but stare at the moment. It seemed like everything was going in slow motion. When, in reality, the man wasnt raising the gun slowly at all. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god was the only thing going through Scarlett's mind. And when she was actually able to process anything else, what she did think was one word. Run.
And that's what she did. She turned her back and started running. She didn't really know where but she was just trying to get away. But she only got two steps when she heard the gun go off. Luckily the shot had missed her but only by a little. If she had moved a second later, it probably would have hit her. But instead, She heard it shoot past her and it hit the wall making a hole in it. She screamed but kept running and silently thanked the lord that it had missed her. Scarlett had run straight across from the kitchen and when she reached the hallway she heard another gun shot and saw the glass that kept her mothers china in it bust open and saw glass shatter everywhere.
Scarlett Screamed the first name that came to her mind. "Jesse!" She yelled. When she turned the corner in the hallway that held three doors, one to the bathroom and one to the basement and one to the guest room they had, she ran into a solid body. Jesse had just exited the bathroom and had come running when he heard the gun shots. Scarlett had not realized who it was so she screamed again when she ran into him. At least until Jesse reached over and covered her mouth and brought her into the bathroom he had just exited.
Scarlett started sobbing against his chest and he tried to calm her down. It took her a minute to realized that he was telling her to be quiet. It was hard but she stopped crying so loud. The tears kept screaming down her face though. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This kind of thing only happened in movies! I'm a normal girl with a normal life! I did nothing wrong! So why do I have to be the one to die? Why is it my house that he chooses?
Jesse bent his knees a little so he was face to face with Scar. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He whispered so low it was hard to hear. Scar didn't trust her voice so she shook her head no to answer both of his questions. She wasnt physically hurt but she was definitely not okay. But After he made sure she was telling the truth, that she didn't get hit, he reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone and handed it to Scarlett. "Call the police. Tell them whats going on and tell them to hurry. I'm going to be right back."
Scar, realizing what he was saying only as he reached for the handle of the door, said "No!" As loudly as she dared. "Jesse, he has a gun. He could kill you!" she had her eyes open and they were as wide as quarters. And the only emotion that was in them was Fear.
Jesse seemed to find this mildly amusing, even with Scar's present state, and she wasn't sure why. "I'll be fine, Scarlett. But do not come out of this bathroom. That is an order. Whatever you hear, you have to stay here. Okay?" Scarlett nodded even though she knew that if she thought Jesse was hurt she would come out. But she couldn't tell him that.
"Just... please promise me you'll be okay?" She started to cry again because she was knew she would blame herself if anything had happened to him-he knew that making him promise wasn't going to do anything. He wouldn't be able to help it if he got shot-After all, she was the one who asked him to stay with her. If anything happened to him, it would be all her fault. And nobody would be able to convince her otherwise.
Jesse looked down at her. He was thinking how someone who seemed so tough on the outside could possibly be so scared. He leaned down and kissed Scarlett lightly on the lips and before she could do anything he said "Promise." Then opened the door and left the bathroom leaving Scarlett all alone.
Scarlett didn't have time to be mad at Jesse for kissing her. Or at least try to be mad. Truth was, she wasnt all that angry. But she couldn't think about that now. The situation was way to serious. She picked up his phone and did what he asked. After a minute of talking to the police they said they would be on their way. Scarlett hung up and listened for anything that would indicate a fight going on. During the phone call she had heard a gun go off and a couple of fighting noises, thumps and groans. But now she heard nothing and she got very scared. She was about to get up and leave the bathroom when she heard foot steps coming towards the door.
Earlier Scar had been too scared to do anything. After watching the movie and getting a big shock like that she didn't know what to do. But now that her head had cleared a little she remembered that she had a knife stashed under the sink. She ran over, grabbed it and flicked it open. The familiar feeling of the knife in her hand made her feel halfway safe. When whoever it was came through the door she would get ready to throw the knife. If it turned out to be Jesse, then she wouldn't throw it. If it was the psycho then she would throw it as best she could and hope for the best. She hoped she would be able to tell the difference in time.
When the door opened she couldn't see anything except a black silhouette. She was going to take her chances with throwing the knife when she heard Jesse's voice say her name. Scarlett was so happy that she dropped the knife on the floor and ran over to him, hugging him tight. She was extremely happy. He had not gotten hurt. He's alright. He kept his promise. But her happiness soon faded when she realized there was something on Jesse's shirt. Something dark... and wet. And it didn't take much of an imagination to guess what that dark, wet stuff was.
"Oh my God." Scarlett said as she flicked on the light. When she saw Jesse's shirt she gasped in horror. The entire front of it was red with blood and there was a hole in the middle of his shirt where a bullet had apparently entered.
But Jesse seemed oddly fine. He was standing up straight and he didn't even seem to notice the blood until Scarlett had pointed it out. But when Scarlett tried to get his shirt off so she could see how bad it was he tried hard to stop her. He was telling her that it wasnt his blood and that he was fine. But she didn't listen. And eventually she managed to get the shirt off. But when she did she was too shocked to do anything more.
About an inch above Jesse's navel was a round scar. This normally wouldn't be a big deal but it was in the exact spot that all the blood had seemed to come from. And even as she watched, it was healing. It seemed like the scar was healing in fast forward. She kept looking at it until it was completely healed, which had only taken less than a minute. Like it hadn't even been there at all. Scarlett brought her hand to her mouth and stepped away from Jesse.
"That... that's not possible." Scarlett said barely above a whisper.
"Scarlett. Just let me explain." Jesse took a step towards her and she took two steps back. He had his hands out in front of him with his palms facing forward like he was trying hard not to scare her. She didn't know who -or what- he was and right now she was too scared to find out. When he kept getting closer to her and she couldn't back away any more she ran past him as fast as she could and out of the bathroom. He tried to catch her on her way out but she was to fast and all he caught was air.
Scarlett didn't stop running until she came out into the living room. She would have gone further but she saw something that stopped her in her tracks. There was a puddle of blood on her carpet in front of her and the man who had been in the doorway earlier was standing ten feet from her. With his gun raised straight at her. She distantly heard Jesse scream "No!" but the gun that had just gone off had caught her full attention.
Unlike before, things didn't go in slow motion. Everything seemed to be going to fast to see. She saw the man in black pull the trigger, she saw Jesse tackle him a second after he did, but most of all she felt the worst pain she could ever imagine in her chest. It was excruciating pain. It was all she could think about. She couldn't even scream. The pain paralyzed her. She couldn't move and eventually she couldn't see. She tried to move beyond the pain but it was no use. It was the only thing that was processing in her at the moment. She didn't even remember falling to the ground and hitting her head. Compared to the pain in her chest, that was nothing.
Soon, the only thing she heard was Jesse yelling her name. And then she heard nothing, saw nothing, and felt nothing at all.