Truth Or Dare

Finale

(Nick's P.O.V.) 

I'm so scared. 

I'm really scared.

I really don't want to die. 

Emad is leaning tiredly against my shoulder and my fingers are tangled in the hem of his shirt. My head leans against his, eyes taking longer blinks than normal. I'm exhausted. 

The sun is showing over the horizon outside Peyton's living room window.

Speaking of, Peyton has shifted to sitting on the armchair, his hair flopping limply against his face. 

Al is still asleep, despite our tries to wake him up without making too much noise. 

The room has been silent for what feels like hours. We had heard and seen the car fly by the window, but only briefly. 

We knew from the faint screams outside that Anna would not be coming back in. 

There are only 4 of us left. You could say we are the survivors. Maybe not for long though. 

We're most likely all going to die, and I know I am most likely next because I am the only one of the four that hasn't done any of these horrific dares. 

A quick intake of breath comes from the other line. 

"Alright guys, it's getting very close to morning. Let's get this over with. Nick, get up and listen here. Go downstairs and bring up another gun. I've already done this dare, but it's proven to be one of the quickest ones. Let's go, pick up the pace." he says.

I think I hear him yawn before I shake Emad quickly and his head shoots up from my arm.

"It's my turn," I whisper. "I'll be back," 

Emad looks at me with sadness in his eyes before he nods, understanding that I have no choice. I close my eyes and inhale quickly before scrambling off the ground and running my hand through my hair aggressively. 

I make my way slowly towards the stairs, trying to think of some sort of plan that involves me, and the people left, to live. 

I made it to the top of the stairs, still moving at my slowest pace possible. I squint into the dark basement and try to make out the shape of the steps receding into the darkness before me. 

I'm about to take a step forward when I'm shoved hard from behind, causing me to stumble and fall down the stairs. 

I tumble, rolling and rolling, to the bottom of the stairs. When I reach the bottom, out of breath and in a lot of pain, I struggle to get to my feet. 

I tilt my neck, causing a shot of pain to run down my spine. I probably pulled a muscle or something from the fall. 

A gigantic man stands at the top of the stairs, blocking all the light from the living room above. 

I can't see his face, but the shape of his body takes up the whole doorway. I guess this is the man that we were never able to see when my friends were frantically pointing at thin air. 

He's scary. 

He steps back, then closes the door with a bang. 

I jump, then just sit and stare at the door for a while, before turning around and heading into the depths of the basement. 

I reach my hands out and feel my way along the walls, making my way into a big room. A cabinet stands open on one wall and I make my way towards it, tripping on nothing along the way. 

I see the few guns that are left and choose one of them. I straighten myself and stare at the gun for a few seconds before a shiver of fear runs down my spine, causing more pain to ripple through my body.