Chapter 7 The next few days were normal. Sleep, eat, bathe, be on my iPad, sleep, etc. When I was able to spend money again, I stayed at home. One day I got a call from a number I felt was familiar, but couldn't remember who it was. I sighed and answered it with, "Hello, Evans' residence. Marie Evans speaking." "Hello, Marie," I heard from the other end. The deep voice seemed vaguely familiar. "Who is this?" I asked. "Marie, it's me. Brian." Brian was Jason's best friend. We had a fling at one point, but that wasn't important. "Brian!" I exclaimed. "How are you?" "I'm good. How are you? Still depressed?" he asked with concern filling his voice. "Da," I replied. "But, good news is, I went out a few days ago and I actually feel a bit better." "That's great! So, listen, do you want to get a coffee or something later?" "Sure, but as friends, right?" "Yeah, friends," he replied. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. "Brian, I won't date yet. It's been over two years. It still isn't a good time for me yet," I told him sincerely. That was sort of a lie. I didn't want to date him because he was Jason's best friend. I was still connected to Jason and I didn't want to let go. "That's alright, Marie," he told me. "I truly am sorry. But maybe in a few months we can try," I suggested. I felt sorry for him and he was an amazing guy. "That would be great. How about we meet at the Starbucks a couple blocks from Tiffany's? " "Sounds great. Give me an hour and I'll meet you there." "'Kay. Bye." "Bye, Brian." I put down my iPhone and got ready. I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:30 pm. That day I was wearing blue and it was just perfect for the cloudless day. I put on a dash of make up and put my hair up. As I walked down the stairs I called out, "Emmit! Mother, Father! I'm going out for a while!" "Bye, Marie!" I heard from the family office. "I shall see you soon, Madame Marie!" I heard from the kitchen. I took my navy blue purse and headed out of the door. I decided to take my blue Ferrari to match my outfit. I backed out of the driveway and headed towards the coffee shop. I finally got there at 4:25. I saw Brian's green Lamborghini in front of the coffee shop. I grabbed my purse, locked the car, and went inside. I looked around for Brian but I couldn't see him. Brian had brown hair last time I saw him. And that was at Jason's funeral. But Brian was always changing his hair, which was odd for him. But his parents had money like mine. That's self explanatory. "Marie!" I heard and turned toward the voice. I saw Brian, who now had green hair with blue highlights. I smiled and walked over to him. I gave him a friendly hug and sat down at the booth. "You look great," I smiled. "You too," he replied. We talked for a while about our lives, what we have done since we last saw each others, and how our parents were. Finally I remembered we were in a coffee shop. "Oh, almost forgot, we should order out coffees," I said suddenly. "Right! The usual?" he asked. "No, I'll take a half-caff today." "New, but alright." He stood up and walked over to the counter. I waited as he ordered and paid for our coffees. When he came back he handed me my coffee and sat down. "How have you been? After all, the anniversary was about a week ago," he brought up. "I got drunk on that night, but other than that I've been good," I replied and took a sip of my still hot coffee. "That's good. Your father's birthday is coming up in a week or so, right?" he asked and we started up a new conversation. I felt normal for the first time in months. Brian and I laughed, joked, and had a sort of fun. When we walked back outside and said our good byes I said, "We should do this again sometime." "Yeah, maybe even as a date," he mumbled. "I heard that, Brian." I smiled at him and gave him a hug. "Maybe another time in a few months, it could be a date." I walked to my Ferrari and got in it. I waved at Brian one last time and drove off. That day was nice, but it went bad when I got a phone call from my mother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cliffhanger! What do you think happened?
Chapter 8 I got the call when I was driving home. I saw it was my mother and answered it. "Hey, Mother," I answered. "Marie," I heard on the other end. I heard someone sobbing in the background. "What's wrong? Is it Father?" I always asked that. Father was amazing and I adored him as much as I adored everyone else I grew up with. "No, it not, hun." "Then what's-" "Jessica is in the hospital!" my mother interrupted and started crying. I covered my mouth in shock. My sister was in the hospital. "Mother, let me," I heard a deep voice say. "O-okay," my mother must have handed the phone over. "Marie? It's Jack. I'm at St. John's. It was the closest one to Jess at the time." St. John's was all the way across town. I could make it. "Alright I'm on my way. Tell me what happened." I made a u-turn and sped toward the hospital. "Jess was going home when someone pulled out in front of her. She stopped before she hit the car but the driver came out in a jacket and hood over their face. The driver put a gun up to her head and demanded her to get out." He paused and swallowed. I was racing toward the hospital and no one tried to stop me, which was odd. "She refused. And they pulled the trigger just as Jess was pushing the gun out of the way. It bullet hit her chest." He paused again. He seemed to be crying. Jack never cried. Even when he got his hand smashed in a car door and broke his wrist, he didn't cry. "I... I can't believe it, Jack. Is she okay?" I asked. I almost cried when I heard the answer. "No," he replied.
Okay, finally got past my writer's block! Here is a new update for you, lovelies! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 9 I just couldn't believe it. "What?" I finally choked. "She isn't alright. The bullet is so close to her heart and they don't have enough of her blood type at the hospital. She isn't going to make it, they don't think. Marie, she might die," Jack whispered. He was defiantly crying. I felt sorry for him. Finally I pulled into the the parking lot. I got out of my car and locked it. Then I ran to the waiting room. "How may I help you?" the receptionist asked. "I am looking for a Jessica Evan's room. I am her younger sister, Marie Evans," I replied. She typed something on her computer. Then she looked back at me. "Third floor, down the hall you should see your parents and your brother." "Thanks!" I almost ran off. Then she said, "I am sorry for you. I hope she gets better." "Thank you," I replied with tears in my eyes. I ran to the elevator and waited. I realised it would take too long so I ran up the stairs. In heels it hurt, but I couldn't focus on the pain in my feet. I finally got to the third floor door and pushed through, looking for my family. I saw my mother her head on my father's shoulder as he coaxed her back to relaxation. My brother was pacing like crazy! I started walking toward them and then I saw him. It was Dustin. Why was he here? He's not part of the family! I stopped and stared at him in shock. His hair showed that he had just gotten out of bed an he didn't bother fixing it. His back was to me and I saw he had grey sweat pants and a plain white shirt with some cheap sneakers on his feet. When he turned I saw the worry in his eyes. He seemed devastated like Jessica was his own sister. "Marie," he said. My brother turned. He looked like he was crying. His eyes were still brimming with tears. My mother lifted he'd head off of my father's shoulder to look at me. She had red puffy eyes and she looked ten years older! My father turned slowly. He seemed to age by twenty year! His face seemed to have wrinkles. His eyes had lost their sparkle. "Marie!" Jack exclaimed and ran toward me. He put his arms around me and pulled me close. I was shocked. I just stood there extremely still. When he pulled back he just stared at me. My mother walked over and took my hand lightly and let go weakly. My father just stared at me from the bench he was sitting on. Dustin was the last to come over. He didn't do anything, just stared down at floor. "How is she?" I finally croaked. Everyone jut stared at each other. My brother said, "Not good. We've been waiting, hoping that you might have the same blood type as Jess." "What?" I looked around at them. I saw a bandage on my father arm. I finally caught on. "You think I am going to give blood?" I squeaked. I hated needles. They were creepy and sharp. I have hated them since I was little. "Would you, to save your sister's life?" my mother asked quietly. I closed my eyes. She knew when she asked for something I would most likely get it done. And it was for my sister, the one that helped me through everything. I opened them and looked at everyone again. Jack seemed to be pleading with his eyes. My mother just looked at me. My father mouthed, "Please." I sighed. I closed my eyes and heard myself say, "For Jessica, because I know she would do if for me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm gonna update just because it has a cliffhanger! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 10 Everyone sighed in relief when I told them. My father got up and walked into Jessica's room. Everyone else waited outside of her room except Dustin and I. I finally asked, "Dustin, why are you here?" Dustin seemed surprised at the question. Finally he answered, "I have a police scanner at my house. I had just gotten back from a jog when I heard what seemed like you were shot. Since I thought it was you I came here." I sighed. It sounded like he cared about me and this was our third conversation. I didn't believe it. I decided to push it back in my mind. Then I whispered, "Why didn't you leave when you found out it was my sister?" "I wanted to see you again. Make sure that it wasn't you and that your parents and brother weren't fooling me," he answered quietly. I nodded slowly. When my father came out a nurse was following him. "You must be Marie," she said as she approached me. "Yeah, I am," I replied. "Are you going to check what blood type I am?" "Yep," she replied. I groaned as she ushered me to a room. Dustin followed cautiously. As I sat down he took my hand. I wanted to pull away but didn't. I needed comfort for when I saw the needle. When I saw it I squeaked in fear. "Marie, it isn't going to hurt," the nurse assured me. "That's what you think," I replied quietly. Dustin gave my hand a quick squeeze as the needle was put into my arm. I closed my eyes and held my breath as she took my blood. After a minute she said, "It's all over right. We'll test it and if it's O negative like your sister's and father's we'll come back and take a pint." My eyes opened and widened. "A... A pint?!" I squeaked. Dustin squeezed my hand again. I bit my lip and looked up at him. He smiled at me. As the nurse left he said, "You'll be fine." I replied, "Well, I don't think so. A whole pint?!" I shivered in fear. "I don't need anymore needles!" "Marie, you'll be fine. Alright?" "No." Dustin sighed unhappily. He walked over to the door and put his hand on the knob. He didn't open it though. Instead he said, "Marie, you don't know how much you are doing for your sister. You are being brave just for her." I sighed. I understood though. I was being brave but I was acting cowardly. I nodded even though he couldn't see it. He turned around and walked back over to me. The door opened and the nurse came in with a smile. I took Dustin's hand again. "Marie, you have..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What do you think she has? The same as her sister, or something else?