(A/N: could y'all read the other A/N at the bottom? Thanks ^_^ )
You let out a soft hum as you looked around at your group of friends. There were five of you, yourself included. You've only known them for a few years, but you adored them.
Little did you know, your friends didn't feel that way about you. Of course they liked you, well maybe liked isn't even the right term. Maybe it's tolerated.
You were always the friend who helped out with their problems, whatever problems they were. You had never noticed, when you had problems come up, they all disappeared. Some would say they had work, others would say they were busy and couldn't talk, and some would just ignore your messages. Of course they would reply back later, once you weren't upset, apologizing for not responding. But they weren't sorry.
Most of the friends in your group were having a bad time, so you decided to do something kind and thoughtful. So you planned a trip. You found a spot, bought all of the tents, sleeping bags, and whatever else you needed. You were the one that drove all the way there. But you didn't mind, you wanted to do something nice for your friends.
The five of you decided to have a nice time camping on a Friday night in Texas. You were deep in the woods, no civilization for miles. But that was the idea. You didn't want anyone to have phones or any connection to the real world. You wanted them to be happy and enjoy what was happening around them.
You sat on the ground in front of a dim lit fire, occasionally adding fuel and poking it with a stick. The flames lit up your face, cheeks glowing red.
Your friends chatted amongst themselves, but for the most part kept quiet. It seemed they were wearing down. You were feeling the same way though.
Poking the fire one last time, you stood up from the ground with heavy eyes. You turned your attention away from the fire and to your friends. "I think I'm gonna turn in for the night." You softly spoke, gazing at each one.
They all nodded and told you goodnight, before returning to their conversation. You went inside of your tent and laid down. Your eyes stayed open for a while, much to your dislike.
There was some feeling that you couldn't shake, something didn't seem right to you and you couldn't figure out what it was. Your stomach had been twisting and turning all day.
After about thirty minutes of tossing and turning, your eyes fluttered shut and stayed that way. However the uneasy feeling never left.
As you were sound asleep, your friends chatted about random topics. They were deep in conversation when they heard a chainsaw rev up. They could hear a feminine scream in the distance and went silent.
It took a moment to process before they all bolted up and began gathering their belongings as quickly as they could. They grabbed your keys and drove as fast as possible to the closest town, leaving you behind.
What they didn't know, was, you were a heavy sleeper. Nor the chainsaw or woman's scream woke you from your slumber.
A few hours later, a man wearing a mask made of human skin stumbled upon your campsite. He checked each tent to discover they were empty. He finally laid his eyes on yours. He walked over to it, unzipping it and much to his surprise, there was a person softly snoring, you.
He took one more glance around the campsite, the gears in his mind turning. Why were you alone with all of these tents and drinks? There must have been people with you... where were they?
He swiftly swooped you into his arms and began the short walk back to his home. As he was walking, he couldn't help but stare at you. Such beautiful features. He had never seen anything like you. At that moment, he decided he was going to keep you.
Once he got home, he laid you on the couch and began to explain to his mama what he had found. Mama was hesitant on keeping you, but after she got a good look at you, she agreed.
Once you woke up, obviously you were frightened and the man wearing a human mask terrified you. Mama quickly calmed you down and reassured you that Thomas meant no harm.
You begged to leave, but it was unsuccessful. After a few days, you started to enjoy being there. Thomas was a sweetheart and always made sure you were safe. The rest of the family was kind too. Eventually you came to the conclusion that you didn't ever want to leave.
After the first few days, you had never thought about those 'friends' again. You had understood that they had taken your stuff and left you to die after everything you had done for them. Rage filled you. But thanks to Thomas, you were able to calm down and return to your happy self.
Even though you were stabbed in the back by people you had loved, you met the love of your life and an amazing family because of it, so you couldn't complain much.
(A/N: heyyy!! Long time no see, I know. So I'm gonna make the next post a mental health check in, it would be really appreciated if y'all could check that out and leave your input. I could use some advice. As alwaysss, stay beautiful<3 )
