AN- Okay I'm back! See I wasn't gone long. lol. I'm using my moms older computer tower now. I'm praying this one doesn't brake down anytime soon!!
This chapter is in Ben's POV!!I didn't give him any time in the story before I killed him off. lol
Liyah619- Just to clear things up, Amy and Ricky never had sex in this story. So, there is no John. lol.
hollowmeadow- First off yes, Amy and Ricky will eventually become a couple. Secondly, I did get the setting (The Cabin, woods, and lake) from the movie Cabin Fever but I came up with everything else.
Boots13- I did watch the first episode of Harper's Island and have all the other episodes recorded, but have yet to watch them. lol.
I just want to thank everyone for their reviews! If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask!
I just noticed that I haven't put any disclaimer up so I'll do that now.
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!!!
AGAIN THIS IS IN BENS POV!!!
"Ben, are you alright?" Grace asked me. Placing her hand on my shoulder. I turned and smiled at her, nodding my head.
"I'm fine." I replied quietly. She sighed, knowing I was lying but left without another word. The door quietly shutting behind her.
The truth was I was a total mess. Today was June 17th. Exactly five years since my mother was brutally murdered. No matter how much I tried to rid myself of the images of that night, I couldn't.
"Mom?" I called out into the house. No answer.
"Mom?" I tried again. Again, no answer.
I walked around the house but didn't come across my mother anywhere. Which was weird, seeing as how my mother was always home. I walked past the basement door before stopping.
Maybe she was doing laundry? Seeing as how it was 9 o'clock pm I doubted she was doing laundry, but decided to check anyways.
I started to walk downstairs but on the third step, I slipped. Falling down the last six steps, crashing onto the basement floor.
I groaned and slowly got up. I forgot to turn the light on before I came down, making it hard to move around.
"Mom?" I called out again. No answer.
I was about to go back up stairs before my shoe caught on something, making me fall back down.
I moved my arms around, trying to figure out what I had tripped on, when my hands touched something wet and warm.
I got up quickly and stumbled back up the stairs to turn on the light.
The first thing I noticed was red liquid covering my hands. I slowly made my way back down the stairs.
I gasped when I saw her. Laying in her own pool of blood, dead.
With wobbly legs I walked over to her body.
I don't know why I did it, but I turned over her body. Hoping she was pulling some sort of sick prank.
My stomach clenched at the sight. My mother was covered in her blood, her neck had been slit open, and her eyes where gone.
I turned my head quickly as hot bile ran up my throat. My body shook and heaved as I vomited.
I shuddered, I could still smell her blood. See her face. It haunted me every night.
Why did I come on this trip then, you might ask.
My dad told me to come, thinking it would distract me. It did distract me during the day, but at night nothing could stop the nightmares.
The nightmares are better than they were before, thanks to the pills.
"Everyone is going outside." Grace whispered. I hadn't noticed her come back in the room.
"Alright, I'll be out in a minute." I replied quietly.
"Are you sure? If you just want to be alone, we understand." She replied softly.
"No, I don't want to be alone. Not tonight." I said getting up quietly.
"We need more wood." Ricky said casually.
"I'll go get it." I offered. Knowing the only reason Ricky brought it up was because he didn't want to do it.
"Do you want some help?" Ricky asked. I shook my head and said no.
I was walking around for a while, not in a rush. When I heard leaves rustling behind me, making me stop.
"Ricky?" I called out. No answer. My breath caught in my throat. It was just an animal, I told myself.
I continued walking, only this time I was in a rush.
After a couple minutes I heard more rustling of leaves, making me yet again stop in my tracks.
"Ricky?" I called again. No answer.
My heart sped up. More rustling.
"Ricky, if you are trying to scare me it worked! So you can stop now." I yelled out.
Silence.
I felt the wood slipping out of my hands, but before it could hit the ground I was already running.
I didn't get very far before a tall figure stepped in front of my path, making me stop. He held up his axe and took a step forward.
My heart frantically thumped in my chest. I turned around to run, but something hit me, piercing my back as I fell to my knees.
The pain was unbearable. Excruciating.
I heard footsteps behind me as I tried to crawl away.
A foot stepped on my back. Making my face smash into the hot ground. I screamed as he pulled the axe out of my back. He then kicked me, making me roll onto my back. Before I could see who the man was I felt something slice into my right leg. Then my left.
Not even seven seconds later, I saw him raise his axe above my head.
"This is just the beginning."
The woods grew quiet.
Scary, right? My younger sister was reading this as I wrote it and she kept saying she was going to have nightmares. lol. I hope I don't give anyone else nightmares. lol. R&R!!
