The love that kills
** A/N: this is an assignment that my language teacher made us do for Halloween so I decided to post it this will not be continued unless you want it to be….. Ya im not really that proud of it**
~WARNING: CONTAINS GRUSOME SCENES IN DETAIL AND SLIGHT CUSSING SO BE WARNED!
"C'mon Sam lets go" I yell standing outside of the slow packing brunettes house. "Geez im coming! Now can we just go already?" Sam asks pouting at me. "Says the girl who took literal hours to pack." I sneer playfully. She punches me in the arm and we head off to johns house. About fifteen minutes of agonizing walking later we reach his house. We are greeted with the sight on john and cooper sitting on the front porch fighting about something. They stop and look at us questioningly. "What took you guy so long? Geez ya think we were waiting for two women!" Cooper shouts dramatically. Sam mutters something about him being a sexist, while I laugh. "But im not a lady im a dude!" I yell playfully throwing my hands up. "Ok can we leave anytime soon?" john says getting up and grabbing his bag. I sigh nodding as I turn and walk down the street toward the old camping grounds that are close to john's house.
We walk to an old camping spot deep in the forest. It's a clearing well hidden by the trees that surround it. "Ah just like I remember it!" john exclaims sitting down on a fallen tree near the center of the clearing. We all follow his example while looking around in amazement. "I just can't believe it hasn't changed after two years!" Sam says looking around. "Well we all need to do our fair share of the work of setting up camp because it's almost sunset… so john and cooper can get fire wood while me and Sam set up camp! Sound good guys?" I ask. They all nod and head off. "Before we get started I have to use the bathroom so I'll be back!" Sam said while running off toward the main path. I smile and head toward my bag, I rummage through it and pull out a book called 'how to pitch a tent for dummies' I tuck it under my left arm. I then grab the tents and drag them to the center of the clearing.
After hours of fighting with the tents from hell I finally got them up. I huff and notice no one has come back yet and it's starting to get dark. I walk toward my bag and grab a flashlight and head toward the direction john and cooper went. I walk or more like stumble through the woods that are steadily growing darker. I stop when I hear rustling from a nearby bush. I turn and look at it I walk closer and see that it's splattered with… red paint? I shake my head and walk around to the other side of the bush. I stop dead in my tracks and stiffen in fear. Because lying before me dead is john. I step closer shakily and look at his face which wears a shocked and pained expression. I crouch down near his head and notice an arrow lodged in his left eye. I gag and look away. I stand and start walking the way I had come wanting to get as far away as possible and find the others. But I bump into something that is hanging from the tree. I shine the flashlight up at the object that hit me but I quickly drop it. I scream as I find cooper hanging from the tree severely beaten with some blunt object that the killer must have had. I pick up the flashlight and run in the opposite direction. I trip and fall but that doesn't help with my tears that are streaming down my face and blurring my vision. I curl up and allow myself a moment of grieving for my friends. "Their gone… really gone not ever coming back." I chock out.
After a few more minutes of silent sobbing I stumble toward the general direction of the main road. It's by a miracle I find it so quickly. After I find it I find im not that far from the restroom area. So I sprint the rest of the way there and stop when I see a tarp wrapped around something on the ground. In despite of the situation my curiosity gets the best of me. So I unfold the tarp but what it reveals is my secret crush Sam laying their dead. Her head god knows where and unrecognizable except for her necklace that I gave her for her sixteenth birthday this year. Her murder is far more grotesque than the others though. But it doesn't help that I want to puke or wish for this all to be a nightmare. But that won't happen because it's too real. But I find a note that has blood splattered on it but it was still readable and it read.
Dear Jase,
If you want to find me come back to the camp site…..I'll be waiting.
I read the note over and over while my feet carried me toward my friend's killer. I stop once I reach the edge of the clearing. I walk toward the center cautiously. But stop when a pair of arms are wrapped around my waist and someone's face buries itself in my back. "I-im s-sorry but they had to die, because they were stealing you away from me!" the killer cries loosening their grip on my waist. I take the chance to pull out of their grip and then turn to look at the killer. I can't put this into words the horror and betrayal I felt when I turn and see… my younger brother Jacob standing their crying and covered in blood. "p-please don't leave me brother please!" Jacob cries. But what do I do? Do I stay or run?