When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

He picked up the bottle of sulfuric acid, slowly swivelling his head to face me. An eyebrow raised, he asked in an annoyed tone, “Want me to do it for you?”

My face scrunched up out of fear, instinctively taking a step back and increasing the distance between us. “Jared, listen. There’s still a way out for you if you stop now.”

His lips pulled back in an ugly sneer. “Scared, Scarlett?”

No sh*t, Sherlock. Anyone would be.

He took slow, lazy steps towards me, and I unconsciously kept backing away from him. “Jared, you can’t bring back people from the dead, but you can still treasure the living while they’re still alive,” I tried to convince him.

He merely jeered at me, refusing to listen to anything I said as he twisted open the bottle cap.

Waving the bottle in the air menacingly, he went on to say, “You look so much like Naomi right now. She was this scared and vulnerable when she died, too. I remember thinking: she must have wanted to continue living, but she couldn’t find a good reason to do so anymore. Why couldn’t I have been her reason? Why couldn’t she have continued living for me?”

I felt my back hit a wall. I’m cornered.

Delighted by my new predicament, a wide grin spread across his face as he splashed the contents of the bottle in my direction.

I reflexively reached up and tried to cover my face with my hands, but only managed to block some of the liquid.

into someone’s embrace at the exact moment that I heard

man’s voice hissed into my ear in pain as a group of people suddenly barged into the

I realized that it was

see that all the blood was drained from Jared’s face as

open my mouth to speak,

was a constant ringing in my brain as I stood there

hospital, I silently watched the doctors and nurses as they moved around me. It was only then that my brain finally registered

isn’t large. Your right eye is hurt, but the cornea isn’t damaged, so you don’t have to worry about blindness,” a doctor told me as he bandaged

now knew that my face and right eye hadn’t managed to

feel any pain at all in the beginning? Maybe it all happened too fast that my brain wasn’t

over my hand and not finding any prominent veins, she glanced up at me. “Please

of my hand and then picked up the needle,

needle into my flesh. My pain tolerance had always been

nurse helpfully supplied after

on the back of my left hand where the IV needle had pierced hurt slightly, and

pick the wrong vein?

IV needle to the drip bag was indeed starting to turn from clear to

over her shoulder at me and did a double take. When she