15. we're gonna die

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CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 15

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"we're gonna die"

my eyes widen and i clear my throat. "what the fuck.. what. the actual. fuck?" i say as i try to comprehend everything that is happening. "y-you're seeing witches and shit now, and we have this like, million year old hand, and- and- what the fuck!"

"sarah, calm down. we have to bury this thing. right fucking now." alice says.

cindy returns from the storage cupboard with two shovels. she hands one to me and one to ziggy. "what, i have to use my hands?" alice chuckles. "no you're staying here." cindy says.

"come on, i can hop just fine!" alice laughs.

se!f h@rm warning

cindy shakes her head regretfully. alice sighs, "i watched my dad go to jail when i was six. i watched my mom steal so i could eat. first time i cut myself i was twelve. it was after... well you know when. and now tonight.. i watched your perfect boyfriend turn into a monster and kill the only person i ever loved. i've waited my whole fucking life for this. and now i've found it. let me see this through. for arnie. for tommy. for shadyside." she pleads.

cindy finally nods and we all mirror her actions. "for shadyside." we all repeat.

i look over to cindy and smile, but her eyes stop on something behind alice. her energy changes in a split second and she looks terrified. there's not enough time for me to see what she's staring at.

"alice!" she shouts and i flip my head towards the girl. tommy, with his head still wrapped in the bag, lifts his axe and with one quick movement slices the back of alice's head and she falls to the ground.

my mouth falls open and i cover it in shock. now there's nothing except alice's body between us and tommy. cindy grabs the shovel from ziggy and raises it.

she charges at tommy and pushes the tip of the shovel to his throat. cindy shouts in anger and pain.

"fucking die! why won't you fucking die!" she curses painfully. i see his neck begin to crack and i step back, preparing for what's about to happen.

his head slowly tears off his body and both pieces crumble to the floor. the sight is sickening and i watch as cindy falls to the ground beside alice.

she kneels beside her and wipes her face. "alice? alice? alice, just stay with me. just stay with me alice." she mumbles sadly. i turn away and make eye contact with ziggy.

i sigh and she walks over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist, careful to not touch my wound. cindy knows there's nothing we can do for her, nothing any of us can do.

blood drips from alice's mouth and her rough breathing finally stops. she gasps, and then lays still. i cover my mouth and bite my lip. we all have to watch her die.

cindy sobs, "no. alice! alice!"

the sound of her cries are taken over by a gentle singing that, usually would be beautiful, but tonight, it's terrifying.

ziggy moves over and looks out the window, "what is that?" cindy's sobs stop and she sniffles, getting up. the eerie singing continues. holy shit. we're gonna die.

ziggy takes my hand and i reluctantly walk toward the singing. we're gonna die. i grimace, preparing for something to jump out at me, like in a movie.

a hand reaches up from inside h ty e metal grate startling me, and i look down seeing a razor blade grasped in it. another hand clasps the edge and pulls itself up.

a face that i instantly recognize reveals itself through the darkness. i immediately feel sick.

ruby lane.

her features are similar to nurse lane's and she's holding her infamous razor blades.

"run. run!" cindy exclaims suddenly. we all instantly sprint out of the room. "ziggy! shovel!" i shout. she runs over to grab it but a hand grasps her leg.

it's tommy's? how the hell? he has no.. head.

i grab her arm and pull her away from him, practically throwing her out the door, "sorry." i whisper sheepishly.

the camp ground is so dark that we rely on our memory to bring us to the hanging tree. by the time we make it, the moon is shining over us.

"there it is! go, go!" cindy yells as we all dart towards the tree.

i stop by the tree and stick the shovel in the ground. i place my foot on it and push hard, ripping apart the dirt.

ziggy does the same as cindy holds the hand and watches for ruby lane or tommy. i grunt from the strain in my arms and my chest begins hurting again, but i continue forcing the shovel into the ground, throwing dirt to the side.

for a moment, my eyes flicker to the trees and i see a small figure with a doll-like mask on their face with a bat that they're smacking against their palm.

"ziggy. ziggy!" i scramble and grab her and cindy's arms pointing at the figure. "billy barker." i whimper.

"just.. just keep digging." cindy says as her voice shakes. i continue digging, trying to speed it up, ignoring the burning in my arms.

i continue digging and try going as fast as i can, "shit, shit." i mumble as i dig.

ruby lane's creepy song becomes audible again and i shiver. i can see her on the edge of the forest. how many are there? holy shit, we're gonna die.

my eyes begin stinging but i shake it off. i strain my arms and dig faster and harder as my arms burn harshly. ziggy's shovel clangs on something. i sigh in relief.

"what is it?" i ask as i get on my knees digging through the dirt looking for the object. "i hit something. i hit something!" she exclaims to cindy who hurriedly looks at the ground before staring back at the figures walking towards us.

i reach into the hole and grab the object, scraping dirt off of it and grasp a rock. "the witch lives forever." ziggy reads.

"what does it mean? cindy? what is that?" i ask hectically. "i- i don't know." she stutters.

"where is she?! where's the body?" i yell.

"i don't know." she cries.

ruby lane and billy barker approach us next to each other. "come on. this way!" cindy commands and grabs both our arms, leading us away.

i turn towards our direction and see tommy, with his head on. shit, we're dead. he's walking a lot faster than billy and ruby lane. it seems that every way we turn, we have a new way to die. great.

we turn the last remaining way and see harry rooker, the milkman killer approaching with his switchblade lingering beside him.

we're gonna fucking die.

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