Truth Or Dare

12

(Emily's P.O.V.) 

I'm shaking. 

Like really bad. 

It's not good. 

I'm a writer, and normally this death stuff wouldn't scare me, but now that everyone around me is dying, and it's my friends, I'm quite terrified. 

See, I'm a newer student at our school and I haven't made many friends yet, so I'm not close with most of the people here. 

All of their deaths were still devastating. 

I can't even imagine what it would be like for the kids that grew up with the ones that died.

I really don't want to die tonight, even though I might not have a choice. 

I look around at the few people left and my eyes close as tears run down my face. 

I look at Emad, with the blood-stained face and the broken nose. 

I look at Al, who you can tell is still horrified by what he did to Farbod. 

I look at Peyton, who has a look of shame and embarrassment on his face. 

I look at Anna, the only other girl left. She's staring at the floor and doesn't seem to see what's going on around her. 

I look at Nick, who glances every few seconds at Emad, his best friend, then looking away with anger and sadness. 

I look at the phone. The phone that's causing all of this destruction and chaos. 

The phone that's killing all my friends.  

The phone that's ruining lives. 

"You guys think too much, next to do one of my fabulous dares, is Miss Emily!" Mr. Evil says. 

I can hear him clap from the other end of the phone.

My face contorts into sadness and I see the people left look at me from across the room. Tears run down my face faster now, knowing that either I'm going to die, or I'm going to have to kill one of the few people left, and I know that I definitely don't have that in me. 

I stand up slowly, tipping slightly as my bawling causes me to get light-headed. 

I hear footsteps behind me and I spin towards the noise. 

My mouth drops open in shock. 

A gigantic man stands in the doorway, shoulders slumped so he can fit through. 

I point at him with a shaking hand and everyone turns towards the doorway. 

Seconds later, they turn back to me with confused looks in their eyes. 

"You- you cant see him?" I whisper. 

"Who are you talking about?" Nick asks, looking at me like I'm crazy. 

"The man in the doorway?" I whisper, almost inaudible. 

"There's no one there," Anna mutters. 

"Oh yes there is! You guys just can't see him," says the man on the phone, sounding too excited for my comfort. "Only the people who are about to die can see him!" 

I let out a sob of shock and worry, now knowing that I am dying tonight. 

The man speed walks into the room, a horrific sight, and grabs me by the shoulders. 

He begins to drag me up the stairs and I kick and thrash in his arms. They are like steel poles wrapped around my upper arms and it hurts, like really bad.