𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 ⦊ 𝒇𝒔⁹⁴

𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌

deena walked into the room beddy lead her too, half a dozen or so beds lined up. the curtains drawn on one. samantha fraser. but there was this eerie vibe. just lingering around, hearing whispers from sam and she scooped up a spoon of jelly. she looked so scared. weak. ill. deena felt a sense of guilt. for once. before noticing the jumper. property of sunnyvale high. and there it was. gone. just like that.

"cute sweatshirt." she spat. watching as sam's gaze slowly raised to find deena standing there.

"what are you doing here?" sam asked as she dropped the spoon back into the pot of jelly. looking up at deena woth a pissed off look.

"what do you think?" deena rolled her eyes, as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"i honestly have no clue. here to say sorry?" sam asked, she wanted an apology from deena. or anastasia. for the cooler. and for breaking up with her suddenly, on deenas behalf.

"yeah right. this game?"

"what game? what are you taking about?"

"i'm talking about you're dipshit boyfriend. last night he threatened to kill us. 'you're all fucking dead'?"

"that didn't mean anything-"

"now tonight he's stalking around messing with us. breaking into anya's house. holding a knife to her throat. he thinks she's pretty too so watch out.

"no."

"yes. jealous?"

"peter's been here. that's not possible."

"you need to call him right now. and tell him to back off-" and as if he knew they were talking about him, the curtain around sam's bed opened once more. peter appearing from behind.

"good news, their transferring you out of this shithole tomorrow."

"perfect timing arsehole, where's your stupid mask?"

"what?" peter asked confused as he looked between the two girls.

"he has been here with me all night."

"stop covering for him. he's a bad guy."

"you're out of control. your freaky friend put me in the hospital. and now you're here yelling at me."

"no, listen. that was accident, it wasn't anya's fault. i got a nose bleed. we were distracted. her arm whacking against the bus. we didn't actually mean-"

"stop making excuses. you are totally chaos. amd you have always been. so don't blame me when. you wake up in ten years just like your dad. old, drunk and going nowhere. or you'll end up like anastasia's dad. drugged out in the bathtub, alone."

"okay, first fuck you. and don't bring anya's dad into this. you don't have the fucking right. and second, congrats sam. you made it out of shadyside, all you had to do was suck up sunnyvale. quite literally." a smug smile growing in peter's smile.

"you know, i never want to see you again."

"great fuck you." and before the two could continue with their screaming match, the sound of a knife cutting through skin broke their screaming match. and then came the sound of gurgling. the two turning to look at peter. a knife lodged through his upper stomach. blood passing over his lips. tje red trickling down his chin. falling forwards slightly. the curtain dragging with him. falling to reveal the figure behind the curtain. the skull mask. diving towards sam, knife at the ready as deena dragged sam out of the way. leaving peter's body on the ground bleeding out.