"Rei, Rei!" My little sister shrieks. Her piercing scream reaches me when I get to my house front door. The family room darkens; the air thickens. Without thinking I sprint to her room, but her door is locked. 'Since when did she get a lock on her door?! ' "Rei!" Shelly cries out. "Shelly it 's okay, I 'll save you!" I throw my body against the door, but stop when a laugh that always gives me nightmares, rings in my ear. I look to my right, and as I do the house molds into the Hammerhead 's men 's locker room, with Tony holding a plastic knife, drenched in blood, but whose blood is it?... I frantically look around for Shelly, only to see her pinned down to the ground like I was by my teammates. Her little body shakes with deep cuts all …show more content…
"Why Rei, Rei? Do you hate me?" I try to get away from Tony, but he puts the plastic knife against my neck. "This is just a nightmare." My voice shakes. I close my eyes, and try to get myself to wake up. "No it isn 't." Tony roars in laughter, and presses the dull knife 's edge, dragging it across my neck ... I wake up on my side, coughing up water from my lungs. After I get all the water out, I sit up, breathing heavily with tears in my eyes. That was by far the worst nightmare I ever had. When I realize that I am not in my bed like I usually am when I have bad dreams, I look around to see myself surrounded by people. I hear Kyle scoff. Then I see him wiping his mouth "Did you eat a dead mouse or something? The least you can do before you go drowning is to eat a mint." I stare at him with my brows furring together, then it clicks into my brain. My face heats up and I throw my hand on my mouth, screaming into it because my shoulder erupts in pain. My first kiss was taken away by my rival?! Well it 's not technically a kiss. Our mouths made contact, so it 's not a kiss, but wait? Why did he save me? Doesn 't he hate me? He probably has a motive or he wouldn 't have saved me... He isn 't that shady though...Maybe, but then he could have had someone given me CPR. He must have a motive... Or he could have done it for show for our Coach. I bite my tongue really hard, because the persistent pain won 't go away. A grunt pushes through the cracks of my hand,
I'm horrified to find out that my mind wasn't deceiving me. It was a man, wearing a clown suit. His face smeared in makeup and a smile painted on his lips, which behind it had jagged,sharp teeth.The clown suit he was wearing was yellow, but drenched in blood. I numbly wonder who was his victim.
I set my bag on the ground and pulled out my kitchen knife. “No,” I whisper, “I’m
“I’m not sure, I don’t think there’s anything I do Sir… I’m afraid I’ll hurt myself.” I said quietly
“Well too freaking bad eleven” Cato laughed as he grabbed a dagger from his belt and thrust it into my side. He was a decent fighter, I’d give him that.
pillow. It’s soaking wet from my tears. I roll of the bed stretching my skinny arms and legs. I’m
“Gladly.” He sweeps me into his arms and drapes me over his shoulder, my fists pounding at his back to no avail.
“Josiah?! Can you hear me? Wake up! Wake up!” I stammer, blood coating my hands as I hold his head slightly off of the ground.
“No Dam don’t,” I try to beg him with my eyes to stop but, he has got that determined look on his face and I know he is not backing down. He walks up next to me lacing his fingers with mine I can feel his hand trembling too. I am sure that the whole crew can hear my heartbeat, I try to look strong.
He laughs, pulling out his own knife and spinning it around in his hand with ease. “No one is going to save you this time, angel.”
“I wasn’t dead in the first place.” I try to pull myself up, the rest of the town would have already woken up and will be flooding the streets soon. “Vivvy, help me up. We need to get home.” I somehow make it to my feet, clutching my bruised stomach.
His hand extends to open what seems to be a draw and he gently begins to pull out a machete, instantly panic sets in and all energy is zapped from me.
His mouth curves into parenthesis. “You’re in the hospital,” he begins. “Don’t worry, it’s normal to be disoriented after The Cut.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie smoothly while crossing my arms. “I just saw you kill it.” He says. I just shrug.
She wiggles her rump at me, and I realize it’s more a cry for help than a retort. As I move closer to the bush, I see she’s got her leg trapped.
She looks up and my sister 's face is the one that greets me. "Emma," I want to say "Em, what 's going on?" But my lips won 't move. No sound is heard throughout the room until I hear her voice "Why Alice! Why did you try to save me! Maybe you could have saved yourself!" Tears roll down her face as she stands walking to where I lay in my wooden coffin . She walks over to me and closes the case.