Not Quite Dead Yet

by Holly Jackson

She never knew dogs could scream.

That was NOT the dog

dog,

I will not be gas lighted

I’ll be dead in a week.” Mom flinched, closing her eyes.

Jet pmo just like belle. How tf do you even get jet from Margaret mason

“Not yet,” Jet replied. “I’m going to work out who did it. I guess you’re the only person I can trust not to be the killer, right? I mean, who would come back a few minutes later to discover their own crime, on camera, and leave their DNA all over the scene, call the cops and the ambulance? And we grew up together, and I know you can’t even kill a bug, so it’s a pretty safe bet that it wasn’t you, Billy Finney. I did want to ask, though. Why were you here? You live in the center of town.”

Um???

blue eyes.

I GET IT

got out, locked the door. Then she turned, one hand resting on the truck, and she watched the street.

Why would u get out right there bro

She was going to rot either way.

I GET IT

Spider-ish-Man.

Ok this one was actually funny

watery blue.

i said IGRT IT OH MY GOD GTHEYRR BLU THEY BLUE BLUE BLUE BLIUE EYES BLUEEEE

“Jet Fucking Mason,

Why did they do this in broad daylight

“How do you know about the hair at the scene?”

Jet…

sad blue eyes,

Holly is this your type

a different blue somehow,

What if nuts were a fruit

How was Sophia texting from a phone she’d left behind?

Macbook? Come on Holly you said she was gen z

But Sophia wouldn’t have texted Call me if they were here, together, watching Friends.

Cant argue with that ig

pale blue eyes,

Holly please

Blue and hazel and fear.

Am I just black

Hazel and blue.

Stop

pale blue eyes.

…

And you were mine—m-my best friend. But you were out at that spelling

Sooooooooo smooth

“Yeah,” Jet said, “I see you. Do you see me?” “I’ve always seen you, Jet.”

“Luke can be scary.”