I listened to Julia as she gave the blondie two choices- to kill her or to kill me. What kind of psycho made an offer like that? I wasn't strong enough to fight her back. But there was something about the worry in blondie's eyes that had me feeling like there was something between us. Why else would he have come downstairs? It had to have been because he cared about me too much to let me leave. Right?

I tried to assure myself but then I heard the sound of metal hitting the floor. I glanced up to see a pair of Coach flats kick a black gun across. The gun slid until it collided with a pair of sneakers. The boy in the sneakers looked at it, terrified. He stared at me and then he stared at Julia. And then he stared at the gun. He shook his head.

"You won't even shoot her." He said.

I felt like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince me or Julia. Julia laughed.

"You really think I'm going to go through all the work of dating your captain for a year and then not do the fun part? This is what I've been waiting for, love."

He stared at her. "You're a liar."

Her nails dove into my skin a little more. She tightened her knuckles. She was angry. Just as she open her mouth, blondie spoke again.

"If you were waiting for this moment, you would've shot her and killed her and already done it."

"No," she growled, "I couldn't because the bitch wouldn't quit fighting me."

"No," he said, calm, "If you wanted to kill her, you wouldn't have made that offer. You want to die."

"No, I don't. You're obviously retraded." She snorted.

He shrugged. "You're obviously lying."

"Look, Kane, I don't have time for your annoying ass ego. This isn't a game here. I'm not going to fall for any reverse psychology. You have two options, me dead or she dead. Pick now or it'll be she dead."

"Oh yeah?" He said, confidence building with every syllable in his sentence. "Well, then, how exactly are you going to accomplish the she-dead part when you already gave me this?" And at that moment he kneeled down, still eyeing her down, and took hold of the gun in his hand.

"You're a cutie, Kaner. Shoot me." She instigated.

Kaner?

That sounded so familiar. And it all started coming back.

"No," he told her. "Let go of Lana and everything's okay."

"Yeah, because I was born fucking yesterday. Shoot me or I kill her."

He glared at her with eyes that seemed like they looked right through her. That hurt her. I could feel the insecurity in her next lines.

"Stop looking at me." She croaked. Then she got angry again. "You're fucking pissing me off. If you don't shoot me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to shoot her."

I protested little because I had little strength to protest with.

I tried to shrug her off my shoulder. Her grip was tight. She noticed me worming around and kicked me.

We both jumped, Julia and I. At what? At the way "Kaner" screamed.

"Don't you fucking dare," he said cocking the gun, "Don't you even fucking dare touch her. I'm so fucking done with you and your little group of fuckers. Stop trying to take her from me. I don't get why you keep fucking doing this. You're a little bitch Julia." His voice escalated with every word. "You are the biggest bitch I have ever met. You're nothing. You. Are. Nothing. You're nothing but a gold-digging whore. You're not good for anything. Where'd you get your shoes from? The credit card Toews got for you, eh? You're a bitch. You user. And let me tell you something, sweetheart. You, would be so beautiful, but you're not. You're ugly to me. You're disgusting. Toews found you pretty because you stuck your tits in his face. And every time he comes close to leaving you, you get scared and you stick your tits in his face again. You're a whore. And that's it. Here's a spoiler to your little plan. Shooting Lana? Killing something that's beautiful isn't going to make you beautiful. Kill something ugly with something ugly. So, take this gun and if it makes you any less insecure than you are, cock it and shoot it at me."

He was about to place the gun on the ground to assumingly slide it across the ground but Julia pulled out another one.

In the next seven or eight seconds, three bullets were fired from two guns. In the moment before Julia pulled the trigger, a brown-eyed boy appeared at the stairs, eyes bulging from their sockets.

"What the f-" he began to say but he was interrupted.

"Don't talk Johnny," Julia said staring at him. She lowered the mouth of her gun to the top of my head. I felt it tickle the roots of my hair. I held my breath.

Patrick stood up, slowly. I noticed him very discretely aim the gun a little to the left of Julia, as if to shoot the glass behind her- which turned out to be his plan. He shot at the glass in attempt to scare Julia enough to drop the gun. His shot did three things:

1) Trigger the alarm system which automatically notified the police.
2) Make Julia to shoot him
And then seconds later when she realized he had intentionally missed her, she turned wide-eyed at me, then back at Jon, and then at her own hands.
3) She took the gun to her forehead and pulled the trigger.

Notes

Lana's perspective


IF YOU DONT LEAVE A COMMENT ABOUT WHETHER YOU LIKE THE UNLETTER FORMAT OR NOT IM GOING TO KILL ALL THE CHARACTERS OFF IM SO DONE WITH NOT KNOWING IF IM PLEASING YOU OR DISAPPOINTING YOU OR NOT. I appreciate everyone who reads this tho and I love you with all the ounces of my heart.