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"killers, but not the band"
sheila's outside. in the outhouse. with a fucking killer on the loose. and we have to fucking get her. holy shit. thoughts raid my mind as i follow behind ziggy. my breath quickens and i try to calm down as ziggy and i run outside.
"nick! nick, we forgot about sheila!" ziggy yells as we run down the steps, our shoes slapping against the wood. we wait, hoping for a response but get nothing. we gasp for breath and i sigh, "shit!"
we look left and begin running through the dark, trying to keep our eyes out for a killer. we could get slaughtered and we're leaving to save sheila. of all people. i hate myself for being so goddamn caring. that was a joke. ha.
whatever.
when we approach the outhouse we glance around for nick. "oh, shit!" ziggy sighs as she walks to the door. the screwdriver is still wedged in place as we stop in front of the door. "she's gonna fucking murder us." i say as i look around and watch as ziggy pulls the screwdriver out of the lock.
she opens the door and we walk in quickly, closing the door behind us. "sheila?" ziggy calls and i wince, thinking about what she'll do to us. no answer. where the hell is she at? i peer through the cracks of the door for sheila cautiously, as ziggy walks ahead.
"sheila, are you still in here?" i call as we walk forward, the nauseating crunch of bugs underneath my converse. "blegh." i groan as i look at the bottom of my shoe.
"sheila?" ziggy asks softly as she opens the stall that the bucket was above. i hear another creak and watch the doors open behind ziggy. shit.
"ziggy! behind you!" i shout as sheila yells, "you bitches!" ziggy screams as sheila grabs onto ziggy's hair and slams her head into the outhouse stall.
"sheila! listen to me-" ziggy tries saying as sheila wraps her hand around ziggy's throat and continuously bangs her head on the door.
"fuck this." i say to myself as i walk up to sheila and pull her hair and shove her to the ground. i pin her to the ground with my knees on either side of her waist. she struggles to free herself, but i press my knees against her sides harshly. i never want to be in this position with sheila ever again.
she slips her hand out of my grasp and slaps me across the face. i wince as my face begins stinging and grab her arms and slam them to the floor. "fucking listen to us!" i shout as sheila kicks me off of her. i stand up, struggling to keep my balance and watch as sheila leans back to try and pounce on me.
"bitch! don't hit my girlfriend!" ziggy shouts as she punches sheila in the nose, knocking her back into a stall. "oh shit." i curse as i look at sheila's no longer moving body. she's out cold.
"god, that bitch is crazy." i say as ziggy inspects my face and winces as she sees the red mark on my face. i pant and wipe my slightly bleeding nose and touch the side of ziggy's head.
"you oka-" i start, but am interrupted by an abrupt voice outside the outhouse and i jump when an unfamiliar hand touches my shoulder.
i recognize the voice immediately. "i heard shouting. what's going on-" gary stops talking when he sees sheila's unconscious body laying in the stall besides a toilet.
"what's going on in here? what the fu.." he starts but i interrupt him. "is everyone okay?" i ask urgently. "no! ev- everyone's headed back to the mess haul. i ju- where's nick?" he answers still razzled from what's happening.
muffled screaming sounds from one of the stalls. "what the hell?" i exhale. "do you hear that?" gary whimpers as ziggy cautiously opens the door and then lifts the toilet lid. she looks back making a face, realizing how stupid this is.
she stares down and the cries for help get louder as it opens. "cindy?!" ziggy exclaims as she looks down. gary and i make eye contact, "cindy?"
"ziggy! oh my god!" she shouts relieved. "what are you doing down there?"
"what the hell is your sister doing in the toilet!" i exclaim as gary and i step closer. "it's- its kind of a long story. are you okay?" cindy yells.
"yeah, just hold on a second." ziggy says and lifts her head from the toilet. we can hear cindy call, "ziggy are you okay?" repeatedly as ziggy puts the toilet lid back down.
ziggy stands on top of it and reaches for the bucket and i immediately reach forward to help her, understanding the plan. "what is going on?" gary asks as he watches us.
"my sister is in the toilet." ziggy stated, turning to him for a moment as our hands work quickly, trying to untie the knot. our hands graze each other's a few times and i smile, blushing.
"what?" he says, still standing there. "gary just help us!" i exclaim raising my hands in the air as i turn to him. he immediately obliges and scurries over to the next stall raising his hands to unravel the rope.
after gathering all the supplies, we attach the rope to the bucket, creating a lift. we string it down the toilet and tell one of them to get on. "just get on, we're pulling you up!" ziggy exclaims as they shout words of joy below us.
ziggy raises her head from the toilet and nods, "now!" we pull on the rope as if we're playing tug of war. the rope creaks as we tug and grunt, trying to pull up someone's body weight.
"come on, keep pulling!" ziggy shouts behind her as i hear footsteps coming to the door. "ziggy.." i say quietly. she doesn't respond. "ziggy!" i whisper-yell.
"what?" she whisper-yells back. the door creaks open and gray turns from behind me. gary sighs, "tommy! to- tommy, what are you doing?" gary exclaims as he takes in his appearance.
my eyes widen as i scan him.
axe
blood
tommy?
killer.
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author speaks ooo, tommy? you there? thank you for reading! it's crazy how many reads this book is getting! i love you guys and ur comments, they're really great and funny. love u guys!
