Chapter 2

I woke to the thoughts of Charlie, the thoughts of betrayal, and still the feelings of love for him. You can't just lose four years of that feeling, it's not possible. I was laying in a small pool of my own blood. My top was stained with blood, so much that my top was sticking to my skin. As my brain started to function again, I started to hear shouting.
"Don't you get it?!" That was Jill's voice! I shakily pulled myself off the floor and staggered up the stairs, this time I was able to walk. I was clinging to anything that would support my weight so I could walk. I stopped instantly when I saw myself in the mirror. I looked... Dead. My skin became really pale and blood was wiped on my face. I shuddered when I saw myself and had to look away. Kirby. Focus. I needed to focus on what was important. Saving Jill and Sidney. I made it to the top of the stairs, feeling like I was about to cough up a lung. I suddenly felt like I was going to cough up my heart when I saw Jill and Charlie. Making out. Jill holding a gun. Pointing it at Sidney... Whaaa?

I thought I was going to throw up. I can't have seen that right, but the gun was still in Jill's hand every time I blinked. Jill couldn't be... No way. This had to be a misunderstanding. Wait... No. No. It doesn't add up at all... I think. Jill? The shy, goofy girl who I have been best friends with for years. That's not possible. But... No. I have learned this from so many Horror Movies. Even the whole Sidney and Billy thing. But no way, I'm not Sidney... I always thought Jill was. I guess she thought the same too. I just couldn't believe it. She... She was Ghostface. I was suddenly ripped from my thoughts when Jill and Charlie were re-creating the Billy/Stu scene in Stab. Stabbing each other. Jill had the knife. I watched the shiny object as Jill lodged it in Charlie's chest. In the heart. What a bitch! I suddenly felt a twinge of hatred for her. And I felt sympathy for Charlie somehow in my messed up state of mind. He sank to the floor, dying. Jill was mumbling something about Survivors and stuff, then stabbed Sidney in the stomach. Sidney keeled to the floor, definitely not dead. There's no way she could die. She's Sidney fucking Prescott. Sidney has the pain threshold of Michael Myers. I watched in horror as Jill started attacking herself. I couldn't believe she was doing this. She didn't even have the courage to kill me herself. She suddenly dropped onto my glass coffee-table. Bitch, don't trash my house... It was a horrible thing to see, so I quickly dragged myself down the stairs. The sound of Jill dropping to the floor sent me into the room, and I crawled over to Charlie. His blood was pooling around my knees as I clasped his hand.
"Charlie?" I whispered, sounding hoarse. He stirred uncomfortably, and groaned in pain.
"K-Kirby?" He choked. "I'm so s-s-sorry."
"I know..." I cried slightly, feeling a tear blind my eye, and stroked his hair. "We never finished what we started in here."
"W-what?" He looked at me hopefully, and I felt his body tense as I leaned in for a kiss. I could taste blood on his lips, possibly mine, and felt his bottom lip quiver. I pulled away from the kiss, realising we were both dying...
"We'll be okay, Charlie." I assured him, resting my head on his chest, away from the stab-wound. I felt his breathing turn heavy, and let myself fall asleep to the rhythm of his breathing.

The annoying sound of beeping broke me from unconsciousness, my eyes snapped open to find myself in a white bed. For a split second I thought I had dreamed everything. Olivia would still be alive, Jill would still be normal, Robbie would still be... Here. And Charlie. Charlie would be my innocent distraction in class as always, the fun stare-at-him-during-math was great. Then I realised, and reality hit me like a brick to the face. I saw a heart monitor making the noise that woke me up, I was alive, but it was all real. I took off the electrodes from my chest and sat up, checking out the hospital gown I was wearing. I pulled it up to see if the stab-wounds were still there. White-bandages were wrapped around my waist, so any wounds were unnoticeable. I gently took out the needle from my arm, it hurt but I didn't want to carry around a bag of water. My arm started to bleed, so I took some leftover bandages a nurse must have left behind and tied it around the wound. I lifted myself off the bed, my legs were shaking slightly from the amount of blood I had lost. I made my way to the door, and slipped out into the hallway. I looked into the rooms, and finally found a long-haired guy in a hospital bed. The heart monitor beeping slowly. He was unconscious, and looked a hot mess. I saw his hand was chained to the bed, obviously the police found out what he did. I sat on the end of his bed, and crossed my legs. Just watching him sufficed, until he would wake up. I studied every detail of his face, until it was clear in my head when I blinked. Creepy? Probably, but what else can you do when the guy you love is in a hospital-bed? Grovel? Get on with your life? It's not like we'd ever be able to be together anyway, he'll be going to prison for... The rest of his life? I could give evidence or something, just something to help him. I felt his eyes open, and bore into me as I looked away.
"You look like you've seen a ghost..." I joked, making a reference to the Grudge, seeing as I was sat at the edge of his bed.
"You're alive!" Charlie exclaimed weakly.
"Why did you do it?" I asked him, and he looked down.
"Jill... She led me on. I know it seems like I'm clutching at straws right now, but it's true. I thought she loved me, and everyone's a sucker for love, right?"
"So did you love her?" I inquired bluntly, looking him in the eye.
"I don't even know. She was the only girl to give me that kind of attention... You know I'm not capable of being a killer just like that, don't you?" He pleaded with me, and believe it or not; I know he was telling the truth.
"But why would you kill all of our friends? Even Robbie? What about your motive?" I had to ask him, actually scared for the answer.
"My head wasn't in the right place. I didn't believe what I was doing, and my mind was just blocking it out..."
"That sounds... Really mind-fuckish..." I mumbled, biting my lip.
"I know... I think I need help." He frowned. I looked at him carefully, and could tell he was true. I leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek. Charlie let out a little moan, and pushed his lips to mine. We kissed again for a while, and I felt Charlie's one uncuffed hand wrap around my waist, pulling me into a hug. I felt his warmth hold onto me, bringing comfort to the situation. I don't remember how long we were laying there for, but the sound of Charlie's heart monitor startled me. It was letting out a noise I'd only heard enough times in the movies... HE WAS DYING! I leapt off the bed and started to cry, harder than I ever had before.
"Someone help!" I screamed, and grabbed Charlie's hand. What would I do without him?