Should We Go Down?

“They are going to blow me to hell,” I said in disbelief at my own words.

“No, they won’t, Jenny.” Lacey almost laughed at me, but Haley knew what was going on. Why was she afraid to tell her sister the truth? They turned away before I could show them the evil doers strapping TNT to the wall. I felt trapped. At least that notion was correct. In reality, I couldn’t go anywhere. My feet were secured to the chairs legs while the whole chair was bolted onto the ground. I waited patiently for the end, but with every ticking moment it dragged on and on.

Suddenly people were screaming and running all over the place. It was like a barrier had been removed from in front of me, showing everyone what was really happening. It was then that I became aware of the gun in my ear and the pain in my body. What a way to go, I thought. Lacey and Haley stood there with their jaws on the floor. They didn’t believe me. That’s okay. I deserved this fate. At least that’s what they keep telling me. I closed my eyes and prayed for the thousandth time. I wasn’t sure if it would save me now, but it was worth a shot. John readied his gun and Paul prepared the detonator.

“Why together?” I asked. “I don’t want to be stuck with you two forever.”

“do you think we would let you get away that easily?” john answered. “We will continue to haunt everyone you love.” I wasn’t as shocked as some people might have been. I expected this much from these people. I blinked and found myself alone. I didn’t want to die alone. The ticker behind me was counting in seconds. Since I was going to die alone, for my pride, I might as well die trying. Rocking my chair back and forth loosened the chairs bolts, sending me flying into the floor. That way I was able to untie my bounded hands. The ticker speeded up to milliseconds. I realized that the bolts in the chair weren’t as bad as I thought they were. I bent down to have a look. I was so scared earlier that I didn’t think to move the chair. The realization that I could’ve been out of here earlier came crashing down on me.

 

The constant beeping of the ticker brought me out of my trance.

“S**t,” I muttered, running to it.

“Stop, stop, stop,” I whispered.

“JENNY!” that voice was one I would always know. Jack had come to save me.

“Jack…” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along through the building. My body ached. It screamed through the corridors. We both knew we would make it on time so we stopped and embraced. He pulled me closer to him, keeping both arms wrapped around me so I wouldn’t fall apart. I pulled my head out of his chest and cupped my fingers around his face. We inched closer, waiting for the force of the blast to hit us.

“Is this what we deserve?” I wondered.

“Only God can decide.” He answered and kissed me. I could feel the anticipation in the way his mouth moved around mine. My fingers pried him closer. In the same second his hands moved down my hips, my hair was plastered against my cheek. All I could see what white. There was no pain. Just joy. A feeling of awe that it was finally over…