"He didn't kill himself Peyton. Something...Someone did that to him. We need to get out of here. Now." Rachel ordered, the only one able to keep a level head. "We should call the police."
Rachel went back to her locker to get her cell phone. She searhed for a full minute before giving up and dumping out her purse. "Fuck!"
Haley came out of the bathroom. "What? What?" Haley frantically asked.
"No phone."
"No phone?!" Haley shouted in disbelief.
"No phone! Did I fucking stutter?" Rachel snapped. "Sorry. A little on edge."
Haley glared. "Yeah. I have a phone in my school locker. I'll go get it."
"Wait!" Rachel grabbed Haley's arm, forcing her to stop walking. "Brooke and Peyton are a mess right now, and you can't go alone. So go grab one of them, okay?" Haley began to walk away again.
"And Hales?"
"Yeah?"
"Be careful." Rachel said, full of concern. Haley nodded and made her way into the bathroom.
"Come on guys, lets get out of here." Haley slowly picked Brooke off the ground and took her out of the bathroom. "Rachel, get Peyton out of the bathroom and then meet us at the front doors."
Brooke's sobs finally started to slow down as her and Haley made their way into the hallway.
"He is just so young, you know? It just doesn't seem fair." Broke mumbled.
"I know." Haley answered. She spun her locker combination and tried pulling her locker open. "It's stuck. Help me." Haley made a pulling motion.
The two cheerleaders pulled hard and the locker finally flew open. They gasped as something fell on top of them, causing them to collapse to the floor with a thud. Brooke's eyes bugged out as she realized who had fallen on top them. It was Nathan. But it wasn't the Nathan they both loved. It was a cold, lifeless Nathan. Haley and Brooke quickly got up, but just as Haley got up, she quickly fell back down again.
"Haley!" Brooke bent down and took Haley's pulse. She had just fainted. She looked inside the locker and saw another note scrawled in blood. Stabbed In The Back. Brooke forced herself to look at Nathan. There, in the between his two shoulder blades, was a 12-inch butcher knife. "This cannot be happening..."
Just as Brooke was about to puke, she heard an evil laughter come over the school's intercom system.
"There's nowhere to run, Brookie..." The unrecognizable voice called out to her.
Brooke quickly started dragging Haley by her arms towards the front doors. "Come on Hales! Wake up!"
Brooke rounded a corner where she saw Rachel and Peyton waiting. "Guys-"
"We know. We heard him. Brooke, we're trapped in here. The doors are chained and the windows are nailed shut." Rachel cut Brooke off.
"Oh my God! We're all going to die! Nathan's dead! Jake's dead! We are all going to die!" Slap.
"Jesus Christ, Brooke. That is so not helping."
"Thanks Rach. I needed that." Brooke answered, holding her face where Rachel had slapped her.
Rachel and Brooke both bent over Haley.
"Come on Hales, wake up. We need you."