Shadyside, 1978. School's out for summer and the activities at Camp Nightwing are about to begin. But when another Shadysider is possessed with the urge to kill, the fun in the sun becomes a gruesome fight for survival. Y/n is a counselor at Camp Ni...
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"Alright, next question. Uh...why does everyone call you a druggie?" Nick asked as he leaned on the table.
Taking out one of the small snakes I answered. "Thought these were supposed to be easy questions."
"Says who? There're no rules to the game." Nick joked. I rolled my eyes before leaning over to look at the spiders.
"God, I hate spiders."
"Why are you dodging my question?"
I let the snake slither away before looking at Nick. "Why is it so important that I answer?"
"I'm curious."
"I'm not a druggie per se. I just use it as a form of relief. My mom's an alcoholic, dad's outta the picture. I'm basically the only one that makes sure Ziggy doesn't kill Cindy with a butter knife. And...it's a hard job to take on. I guess when I saw my mom use alcohol as a coping mechanism, I took up the same thing, but with drugs. Next question." I explained.
"Come on." Nick walked over to me before leaning on the table I was on.
"Why are you so full of shit?"
Nick scoffed. "What?"
"Nick Goode, heir apparent, Daddy was the police chief, the King of Sunnyvale, and now you're gonna be the same. Except it's all make-believe. Truth is you like Stephen King, and spiders, and... the druggie from Shadyside."
"Alright, first of all, Stephen King is, like, super popular. And, second, I can't like the druggie from Shadyside."
"Oh really, counselor Goode?" I challenged.
"How will I ever get to know her when she keeps dodging my questions?" Nick whispered in my ear as he walked by. I sat down next to him.
"There was a time when my life wasn't totally falling apart. My dad was around, my mom was happy, my sisters and I used to throw toilet paper on Mr. Corkle's tree, and then go jump in the lake in all our clothes and we even have a secret handshake...and now it's just gone. Everything's shit. But hey, that's the fine print of living in Shadyside. But, I wouldn't expect a Sunnyvaler to understand."
"No, maybe you're right. But, uh, being the heir apparent isn't always easy either. Before he died, my dad loaded me up with all this, you know, 'You're my legacy, the future of the family depends on you' shit. You know, he just dropped this burden in my lap and...I dunno, what if I don't want that? What if that's not who I wanna be? What if I want to be the kid who likes spiders and Stephens King and—"
"And the druggie from Shadyside?" I interrupted.
"Yeah." Nick whispered. "the druggie from Shadyside. But, uh... I guess there's nothing I can do about it."
"Why not?"
"Yeah, you were right. Can we, uh... Can we go back to the easy questions?" Nick stuttered before getting up. Following him, I stood in front of him.
"You can't like the girl from Shadyside, but you can kiss her," I said as our eyes locked. Staring at each other for a moment the space between us slowly closed. My hands instinctively found their way around his neck, his around my waist. The kiss was tender and calming. It felt like the sensation I always wanted to feel. The sensation that drugs couldn't give me. Our kiss got intense before it was interrupted by a girl's scream. Nick and I pulled apart before looking at the door.
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Pushing through the crowd I made my way to the front of the room. In front of me was a dead body. Jeremy's dead body.
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A/n: this chapter is edited. I hope that I meet all your expectations with this chapter. If anything doesn't make sense please feel free to comment on it and I'll fix it right away. Tysm for reading <3
