I was at home, alone on a Saturday night, washing the dishes.

Beep.

Beep.

"Whoops. The phone's ringing. I'll get it." I said to myself.

I reached over to the phone.

"The Clarksons' residence." came my dull opening. Why was I like a fool on the phone?

"Hey, Christina," came an all-too-familiar voice,"remember me? Jack Chesez? Your high school mate?" 

"Why?! That voice haunted me for centuries. Why was the nightmare returning?" I screamed within myself.

"Jack?! Weren't you in jail?!"

"I broke out." the flat reply answered.

Yeah right. He was capable .

"But why?!" I asked, horrified.

"I love you, Christina! I can't leave you... or you leave me! All those diamonds and jewels I stole ... for you? You turned me in! Christina, I love you! I 'll give you three seconds to say you love me..." Jack was a threat.

"I'll never love you, you thief!"

~

"Kitty...puss... " I called my cat for dinner. Strange, Kitty was always here when I called her.

 I looked at the stairs. No.. Kitty was never able to climb the stairs. But I climbed them.

I went into my room, and found Kitty's white body soaked in blood. I cried. Jack's voice came.

"You lost your cat.. YOUR LOVE. Now you know how I feel!"

He came closer to me stroked my hair. "Chris, love me ?"

"You murderer!" 

The police came. Jack took a gun and pointed at my forehead. "Come closer and she ain't living on this world no more!" Jack threatened.

The police came closer and shot Jack. In a split second, Jack shot me and the police. "This is for you, Chris! We'll all die together!"

END.