Hi guys! Unfortunately, I caught a cold the other day because it was raining and I couldn't find my long P.E. pants so I was walking around in shorts all day... :( I feel terrible but that will not stop me from updating! x
The shot rings out in my ears. Tears are already streaming down my cheeks as I spin around. I know what's happened already. The body lies on the ground, his white shirt already stained red from the blood.
"Jack!" I scream, running to his side. His normally full of life, full of happiness, full of colour facial expression is now emotionless. His green eyes pierce through me as I throw my arms over him, tears falling onto his face. I hear the stomp of the boots coming towards me before I see them. "Why did you do it?" I cry, looking up the grey-haired man.
"Because he was in the way, shouldn't have put his nose in front of your pretty little face," The man tells me, I can hear the smirk in his voice as I turn to look down at Jack again. "Now it's your turn..." The voice says. I hear the click of the gun loading and feel the cold metal cylinder being pressed to the side of my head.
"I'll see you soon, Jack. I love you..." I whisper, barely making any noise. I can feel the eyes of the grey-haired man glued on me, waiting for any sign of me fighting this but nothing comes.
"Bella!" I hear someone shout. "Belle! Bella!" The voice gets louder. "Belle!"
"Belle! Bella, wake up!" I can't seem to open my eyes but I can feel the hands on my shoulders, attempting to keep me in my place. A drop of moisture falls down my cheek and onto my neck but I can't tell if it's tears or sweat. "Bella...?" The voice is softer now but there's still pain in his voice. I open my eyes the widest I can muster and see the green eyes in line with my own.
"Jack... Jack!" I whisper, trying to sit up but his hands on my shoulders stop me and I'm thankful when another wave of pain shoots through my arm.
"You were having a bad dream," His voice is quiet but worried. Jack buries his head into my neck and places a soft kiss on my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine.
"He shot you..." I whisper back and his eyes are instantly back to looking at me.
"Who shot me? When?"
"Eppie... In my dream. He had shot you and he was going to shoot me as well," I say, my voice shaky. Jack sighs and places a hand on my cheek, softly caressing the skin under my eye.
"You talk in your sleep, you know?" The corners of his mouth raise into a small smile. "I believe your exact words were 'I'll see you soon, Jack. I love you'."
I close my eyes while the memory of that dream flood back into my mind. Jack kisses my nose and sits down on the chair beside my bed.
"I love you," He whispers, leaning over and placing a kiss on my forehead, thinking I'm falling asleep again. A small smile plays out on my lips while I turn the other way.
"I love you more," I whisper back. The last thing I hear before losing consciousness to sleep is Jack's laugh. The laugh I haven't heard much lately. The laugh that warms up my heart and sends shivers through every part of my body.
"Jack," I whisper, I look to my right but he's asleep, curled up in his chair. I can't help but smile and wish I had a phone with me to take a picture. Hang on, Jack's phone. I spot it sitting on the small table that I can drag in front of me if I need it and grin widely, I definitely need the table right now.
After the fifth photo I take, Jack stirs and falls off the chair, making my grin turn into a loud laugh. He groans and stands up, rubbing his eyes. He runs a hand through his messy brown hair and looks confused from the chair to me holding his phone.
"You didn't..." He says, realising what I've done which only makes me laugh more. "No, no, no!" He laughs with me and tried to take his phone back.
"Don't delete them!" I cry as he grabs the phone in his hands and flicks through the photos. Jack laughs at each picture and then stops all of a suddenly, staring directly at the phone screen. "What? What's wrong?"
Jack hands me the phone and look down at his shoes. The screen displays a picture of me, lying on my stomach on Jack's bed back in England. My legs are bent at the knees and my feet dangle in the air. My arms are crossed under my chin and I have a big smile on my face.
"Do you remember me taking that?" He asks, his voice so quiet I almost can't hear his question. I shake my head and he looks back down at his shoes.
"I don't, but I'm facing the camera..." I reply, giving him a weak smile.
"Yeah, we were watching a movie you picked out, Pitch Perfect. I remember that clearly because you were singing along with every song, giggling at every joke and complaining non-stop about how you shipped Bechloe. I took that photo the moment you caught me watching you... You looked up at me and smiled, the biggest smile I've ever seen. I love that picture. I love it more than you can imagine. But not because you're only wearing a dressing gown... Well, partly because of that," He pauses and smiles. "But because of that smile. Your smile. The smile that I love."
A tear rolls down my cheek and he leans over to wipe it away.
"Don't..." I whisper as he turns to sit back in his chair. I scoot over to my right as much as I can to allow room for Jack to climb in next to me.