She sat back on the black leather seat, adjusting her iPod, and setting it inbetween the red thighs of her skinny jeans. Her grey - green eyes flicker out the open window, as the song Mr. Brightside by The Killers fills her ears.

'I'm coming out of my cage

And I've been doing just fine

Gotta gotta gotta be down

Because I want it all

It started out with a kiss

How did it end up like this

It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

Now I'm falling asleep

And she's calling a cab

While he's having a smoke

And she's taking a drag

Now they're going to bed

And my stomach is sick

And it's all in my head

But she's touching his—chest

Now, he takes off her dress

Now, let me go'

Just as she was getting into it, beginning to lightly headbang and hum, someone smacks her shoulder. Rolling her eyes, she pauses her music and takes one ear bud out, only to be scolded by one of her so called "friends", Erica.

"Jesus christ Ashley, can you let the world in for a god damned second? Like, lower your music a few decibals!"

Rolling her eyes once more at the blond bimbo with the annoying as all hell voice, and sighing, Ashley simply turns back to the window, trying to ignore the growing chaos growing in the car around her.

The driver, Tristian, was drinking some Jack Daniels out of a water bottle, while the kid in the passenger's seat next to him was lighting a blunt and passing it to Erica, who was sitting next to Ashley. As anybody can probably tell by now, she didn't exactly fit in on this little "road trip". Sure, she drank a little, and smoked occasionally, but wasn't as rowdy and slutty as those she surrounded herself with.

'God, I hope we crash. Maybe then I could drag myself away, and leave these douche cannons to die. They don't do anything but cause me pain.. This trip was one of the dumbest things I think I've ever fucking agreed to.'

Just as she was having this thought, Erica decided to try and "pull her back into reality", as she liked to call it.

"You know, I think Ray might like you.' She whispered, far too close to Ashley's face, while pointing to the black haired boy riding shotgun. Sure, he totally looked like her type, but all he ever wanted from girls was an easy one nighter, which she sure wasn't going to give.

"Um, so? He's a sleazy manwhore.."

Erica just growled a little, before opening her trap again, only to try and pawn her, but epically failing.

"Holy shit! You're seriously one of the most uptight girls I've ever met in my fucking life. Look at yourself, you think you look good? Psh. Right, keep dreaming hunny. No one wants a pale, dark, hyper, goth chick."

'Why does she still talk, when she knows that I'm obviously not caring what her bitch mouth has to say?'

"Funny, you just said that your diluded bubble - brain thinks that Ray wants me. Now, can I listen to my iPod, or are you going to continue to bitch for the last 20 minutes of this drive? Either way, do what makes you happy, as long as you look at YOURSELF. No one wants a trailer trash blond chick with fake knockers, sweety."

And, with that, she jammed her ear bud back into her ear, and began her song right at the chorus.

'I just can't look its killing me

And taking control

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

Swimming through sick lullabies

Choking on your alibis

But it's just the price I pay

Destiny is calling me

Open up my eager eyes

'Cause I'm Mr Brightside'

Her mind wondered back to what the blond bitch, who was now openly flirting with both of the males in the car, had snapped at her.

'I'm dark? Gee, I never knew that.. Why do so many people judge me, based on how I fucking look? If you don't like my short black hair, or the way I dress, I really don't give a flying shit. I am me, not what others want.. But, why do I feel so alone? You know, other than the fact that my parents both died, *non-existent god, bless their souls*, I really shouldn't feel so alone. I have friends, but they've changed so much. I've known Erica since fifth grade, and now she's a huge slut. Whatever, the only reason I'm even in this car right now is my love of horror movies.'

She shifted in her seat excitedly. She'd always loved anything horror related, ever since she could remember. Her favorite movie was Friday the 13th, which is the only reason that she was following the group to Camp Crystal Lake in the first place. She'd heard them talking about it, and automatically wanted to go. She was always fascinated by Jason Vorhees, and the fact that all of the movies in the series, were actually based on true stories.

'I'd totally shit if he came and killed us.. Be a pretty bad ass way to croak though.'

Staring out the window, her anticipation grew, as did the wieght of her eyelids. Slowly, she began to drift off to sleep, images of the lavish woods outside fading into darkness.

She wakes up in a cabin, deep in the woods, not knowing where she is, or why. It's pitch black, and she fumbles around in the cramped space between the twin bunks and the wall on the other side of the tiny room. Finding a door, she opens it, only to be blinded by white light. She looks down at her arms. Her white V neck sweater is spattered in blood, and her once healed cutting scars on her wrists are slashed open. There's a machete in her right hand. She doesn't understand what's happening, or even what has happened. Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of being watched envelopes her. She turns around and -

Crash! The car is now stopped in front of the sign that reads "Camp Crystal Lake", except the words "Crystal Lake" are slashed out in red spray paint, and "Camp Blood" is written over the top of it. The crash is the sound of the car doors being slammed, that awoke Ashley from her morbid dream.

Sighing, she slowly opened the door on her side of the car, and groggily hobbled to the trunk to get her things.

She had 4 duffel bags, a purse, and a back pack, all filled with basically her whole life. Clothes, make up, movies, paper, books, anything you'd find in any 15 year olds room. She rolled her eyes whilst walking up the trail to the camp, giving the death stare to Erica, who was holding hands with both Tristian and Ray, all of them under the influence.

'Ohh okay, cool. Whore yourself out some more.'

That's when she had that same feeling she experienced in her dream.. The feeling of being watched. In a sudden movement, she turned her head to the right, seeing nothing but tall trees and grass.

'Guess I must finally be going nuts..'

If she had looked closer, she would have seen the white face, or should I say, mask, staring back at her with interest.