The floor is so cold. So hard. So unforgiving. I feel like I'd been stabbed twice in the stomach... Oh, wait... I just was. Charlie is such a dick. I thought I was his friend, I thought I meant more to him. I can feel the blood pooling around me as I lay on the ground outside. I really did like Charlie, even more than that, I fucking love him. All those years of having so much in common and flirting has turned to nothing. I tried to mutter his name as he stabbed me. I wanted to know what he was doing. I wanted to know why.
"This is making a move." I saved his fucking life. Or so I thought. There were so many things I wanted to say, but the pain stopped me. Not only the stab-wounds, he practically stabbed me in the heart. I feel so broken. I knew deep down that I would die; all of the horror movies say so. It's always the sassy party-girl that dies. I'm Sidney's Tatum Riley. Jill's Kirby Reed... Jill!
I need to save her. Who else was going to? I roll onto my side, and use my hands to get up. My knees buckle slightly, and my entire body is shaking. Jill needs to be saved. She is the sweetest friend I ever had the pleasure of meeting. She sees me behind the whole Tom-boy exterior, behind the swearing, drinking, partying, horror movies. She is my best friend. I told her everything. She couldn't die. There was no way I would let that happen. I drag myself towards the door, the same door I came out of to save Charlie. I grip my stomach in pain, and slowly open the door. The warm air hits me hard, and I feel more tired than before. There is nothing I want more than to just lay down and sleep. Two things stop me from doing that; dying, and Jill. I'm not gay for Jill. No way. I love Charlie... I LOVED... Love Charlie. There was nothing else to say, I can't help but love him. Ugh! I need to get that out of my head! Jill needs me. I figure out that I'm in my basement, so I make my way towards the stairs. Oh, God. It's so dark. I just know I'm going to fall up the stairs. The pain is starting to really bug me now. In the movies someone gets stabbed and still can run. Fucking idiots. Obviously those directors don't realize that it's really fucking painful.
I'm stood at the bottom of the stairs. It looks like a mountain. I've left a trail of blood and I think the trail is getting more bloody... I grip the rail and try to pull myself up the stairs, but my legs have just shut down. I have to drag myself up the stairs. It takes me so long, I can hear something... It's running. Jill? Sidney? Charlie...? I finally reach the door at the top of the stairs, it's slightly ajar so all I have to do is push it open slightly. That door is always so creaky, it makes such a loud noise whenever it opens. I just hope I don't catch the attention of Charlie.
"Kirby?" That's Sidney's voice! She's still alive. I try to call back to her but I just can't speak, my words come out as weak croaks. I suddenly hear a crash and Charlie saying something. I can't hear now, everything is going out of focus. I use all of my strength to make my way to the next set of stairs, but that isn't enough. Just as I drag myself to the stairs I collapse against the wall. Everything has become so peaceful now. Everything is fine. I can hear distinct shouts, but nothing else matters. I feel safe again.