Jesse Pinkman Screaming Novels & Stories

I'm starting to get dizzy and weak as smoke started to replace oxygen in my lungs. I slowly fall down to the floor, the memories flashes back. I remember everything as if I'm seeing it again, the way how those strangers killed my husband, the way how they ran after my son, the way how the cops pulled me off from the hospital bed, how Evanthe and Agatha tried to kill me bunch of time and what Evanthe had told me. "Oh really my murderer daughter-in-law. Don't worry, I'm not a fool to let you get close to me cause I got a pie for you, I hope you'll like it darling." The words of her snap me back to reality.

God. "Uhm... Mr.?" I found him looking at me when I said it. Answering your question, why am I still acting as if I’m not panicking? Don’t let me begin. I have no idea why I am. Maybe because I have already perfected the act of staying calm. "I’m sorry, miss. I was told to do this. It's just pure business." This was the last thing I heard before everything went blurry. I wasn’t totally unconscious because I could still hear and see some of the actions of the people in front of me.

My body began to shake almost uncontrollably. I couldn't make out what Jessica was screaming at me. The constant tremors and white noise filling my ears consumed my entire train of thought. That was until I felt something wet splat in my face. I blinked several times before the image of Jessica wipping her mouth came into clear view. Did this bitch just spit in my face?? That done it. The white noise in my ears became a white flash in my vision. Blinding me in pure rage for a moment.

The screen flips to a lake where different forensic investigators can be seen carrying large black baggies filled with what I can only assume to be Jack's remains. "Officials have implemented a city wide curfew until we find the suspect responsible for such a heinous crime. Back to you Jill." She says before the TV turns off, leaving me in utter silence. I stare out at the screen immobilized, unable to process any of my thoughts as tears begin to stream down my face. Jack is dead. Jack is really fucking dead. Someone fucking killed him. Someone really fucking killed him. A loud wail escapes my lips as I feel my body drop to the floor as an overwhelming amount of emotions begin to take over

Julian's wails echoed through the quiet hallway. With blood-covered hands, he pounded desperately on the penthouse door. "Jessica! Open the door! Open it now! I've been bitten. Save me!" Julian screamed until his voice cracked, his fingernails scraping and leaving bloody marks on the metal door. Inside the penthouse, Jessica leaned against the wall, trembling as she listened to his miserable screams and frantic pounding. But she did not touch the handle. She covered her mouth tightly instead, her eyes flashing with terror and selfishness.

Nausea. Horror. They crushed whatever sanity she had left. "AHHHHHH—!" A scream ripped out of her. She threw herself at Elliot, both hands clamping around his throat. The veins in her forehead bulged. "You monster! "I'll kill you! "I'll kill you!" Elliot's eyes bulged as his face turned purple. He kicked and thrashed, fighting for air. Piper had completely lost it. She wanted him dead, no matter the cost. "Stop!"

He can rot himself to hell! His bloody paparazzi and that bitch Sophia! Everyone can rot in hell! I am done here. I clutched my dress and started walking to the exit when everywhere I could hear everyone whispering about Mr Jensen, Sophia, and me. I tried to squeeze myself from the crowd to leave everything forever but then my eyes landed on the very particular man! Blake Jensen was right there looking straight into my eyes. "Ashley," he whispered "Mr Jensen, where the hell---" Before I could complete the sentence. A massive explosion burned everything then it went all black. THE END

I keep scrolling, stopping at a picture, and my eyes widen. “Shit.” I know I should stop, fuck, this is too close to home, but I can’t. I go through all the images, and no matter how much I want to hurt her to get Jessie back, I can’t. Not now. Hell, her father knew, he knew. “What are you doing?” I look up hearing Serena, my eyes looking at her. I watch as she rushes over, her eyes on the screen. “Get out! Get the fuck out!” She screams pushing me, Dwayne appears and pulls me out. Hell, I am muted. What the hell do I say after seeing all that?

“Here we go, another one!” I scream again, Jaxson’s hand soothingly holding my head into his side, a cold rag brushing across my face, the cool air releasing the burning hot temperature that has overcome my cheeks. The sounds of churlish screams make my head spin and I grow nauseous, even when I haven’t had a thing to eat today, just incase this would happen. “We’re losing her, Alpha!”

Loud, shrill voices crashing through my skull until I can’t tell if I’m imagining them or losing my mind. “I’m not going to tell him,” a woman whispers. “It’s not mine,” a man’s voice which I immediately recognize to be Nicklaus breaks through. “Then pin it on him!” Nicklaus again, serious this time. “How dare you, you two-timing cheating bastard!” Another man, voice burning with rage. And then, a loud scream. Piercing. Shattering. Followed by a vision of a woman thrashing, drowning in water. “No!” The cry rips out of me, and I jolt, snapping out of the trance.