Life's Passing

I walked down stairs to find Juliet in the kitchen. She was making dinner for all of us since we were trapped in this hell house. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her scared of what might be in store for us. I looked over her shoulder to see beef cooking and some kinda red broth. "What are you making? " I asked? She started laughing. "Well, since we were in West Virginia I decided to make traditional food." She said matter of factly. I stared at her confused as to what she meant by that. "Okay! I asked the lady at the grocery store what to get and she told me chili and grilled cheese sandwiches. She was even nice enough to write down the recipe right then and there."
I let go of her so she could drain the fat off of the ground beef an add it to the broth. She added beans, tomatoes, onions, and green peppers. It smelled amazing!

Soon the aroma filled the house and all the guys were in the kitchen. We all sat at the kitchen table something that hadn't happened in a while. Juliet laid everything out for us. The chili, grilled cheese, baked potatoes, crackers, more cheese! The guys dug in quickly as well as myself. I was half way threw my third bowl when my chest started itching. I couldn't help but scratch it. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. "You okay?" Juliet asked. I simply nodded not wanting to draw any attention to it.

The guys all talked to one another except for Jinxx. Every now and again he would look over to me. I knew he knew something was up, but I didn't want to alarm anyone. 'Hey, by the way. I HAVE TWO BULLETS STUCK IN MY CHEST!!' That wasn't something you talked about at dinner. The more and more I tried to ignore it the more it itched to the point of burning. I could feel every centimeter of there make touching me. God damn it! Make this go away. I concentrated on the conversation at hand harder than needed. CC and Jake were discussing the local football teams. WVU was better but Marshall University had more spirit, something about them fighting for a bunch of players who had died in the 70's in a plane accident. Ashley was talking to Juliet about some new girl singer named Halsey. Juliet like her vocals and lyrics. Ashley likes her ass. God damn make this annoyance go away.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stood up and told everyone I was going to the bathroom. I ran upstairs and went to the bathroom. I pulled my shirt off quickly and noticed the small bumps just under my flesh. The area around it was black with bruises and red with irritation. I looked in the drawer and found a pair of old scissors. Holy fuck was I about to do this?
Nope, I needed something first. I ran back into the bed room and grabbed a 40 oz bottle of whiskey from the bed wise table. I went back to the bathroom taking a few chugs along the way. I stood in front of the mirror looking at the scene for a moment while I let the booze do its thing.

Matthew was in the mirror looking back at me. He wore a grin and I saw him stab the scissors into his own chest. I shook this out of my head and turned around hoping up on the sink, sitting on the edge. I grabbed one of Juliet's bandanas and wadded it up putting it in my mouth. Taking a deep breath through my nose I sliced a long streak across the top of the bump. Fucking Hell!! Why did this hurt more than getting to stupid thing. I took a moment and let myself have one more breath of air. I looked back down too see that blood was running down my body but the wound had healed. The fuck!!!!!!! I clinched my first and slice a another hole into my chest. Using my free hand I tried to dig the bullet out of the wound. At that moment I felt a stabbing pain. I'm a dumb ass! Pushing it in further wasn't helping anything!

I looked down to my body. My whole stomach was res with blood and it began to drip down onto the floor. I cut more into my chest trying to keep up with the rapid healing. Finally after about twenty minute I heard a small plink sound as the bullet feel onto the ground. I stared at it for a moment while the blood ran out of my body. I tried to focus my vision but couldn't. I feel to my knees hitting my head on the sink as I went down.

Blackness. Nothing but blackness. My eyes wouldn't adjust, so instead I listened. "You might have gotten it out but you wont forget what it meant. You're a murder. You better start acting like it or else you going to be suffering a lot more in the end." The voice spoke to me. I knew this voice. It wasn't Matthew. This voice could never say anything like that to me. This voice was the voice of reason for all of us. This voice. It was Jinxx.

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