Silent Intentions

Chapter 7

Chad put me down and just stared. A tear was soon rolling down his cheek at the sight of his best friend lying on the ground, covered in blood. A slice very visible through his shirt was bleeding out furiously. I cried and held onto Chads hand while he let tears roll down his own face.

Chelsea was kneeling over Sam's lifeless body with a knife pointed at the killer. Her arm was shaking and she had tears pouring down her cheeks. "You bastard" Chads voice was furious. He ran at the masked person while I ran past them to Chelsea, who was sobbing over Sam's body. "I t-think t-that I-I-I," she stopped talking and burst into tears once again. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "What is it that you need to tell me, Chelsea?" "I loved him" she cried. "We had a moment and now he is dead! He is fucking dead!" I froze at the thought of having a "moment" one second and losing the person to a psychopath the next. I put myself and Chad in Chelsea and Sam's place. How we had our own little "moment" minutes before. It could have been Chad laying on the ground instead of Sam.

My thoughts were interrupted by the hand of Sam, which was barely touching my leg, when I felt a twitch. Oh my god. Oh my freaking god! "Oh my god, Chelsea he isn't dead!" I looked back at the fight that was going on behind us in utter panic. "Chelsea, you need to listen to me." I gave her a serious look. "I think that we could possibly save him if we get him back to the facility." "What? He doesn't want to go back though!" She was right. Who would want to go back? "No, you need to just listen to me" I quietly snapped. "Fine, but what if it was just nerves?" I looked at her and just rolled my eyes. "At the moment, it doesn't really matter at all, does it? I think he would rather go back to the facility than die in the woods. Now stop arguing and do what I say!" I ordered quietly. She looked shocked for a split second, but nodded. "What do we do?" "Give me your jacket. I'm going to try to stop the bleeding." She handed it over and I started to wrap the cut with it tightly. "Okay, we are going to have to carry him back. Do you want to stay behind and help Chad?" she nodded and then made an unsure face. "I don't know. I haven't had to kill anyone before. I think..." she stopped talking and looked down at the bleeding 16 year old before her. "Yes, but are you okay carrying him back on your own?" I nodded and said "yeah, I was an athlete in school." She helped him onto my back, and I immediately started to walk quickly towards the dark building.

I could hear the grunts and shouts from Chelsea and Chad as they fought to kill the murderer, after I was far away. They must have been killing the person slow, judging by the screams of agony that echoed throughout the forest. I on the other hand, was almost half-way through the field. He is so light! I don't understand how this is even possible. In fact, he was so light, that by the time I was done thinking about it, we were at the facility.

I had to find a hiding spot for us and quickly. A scary thought popped into my head when helping the unconscious Sam to the facility. I know this is a very risky decision, but I think I'm going to have to bring him to the basement until he recovers...if he recovers.

I looked up when I heard the voice that I hated and feared most. "Smart girl aren't you, Sky? I guess I can't punish you if you are in the facility. But don't think that you are going to get a break because you are in here. You will die rather you are in here or not." Then she walked away around the facility corner. I didn't take the time to yell and curse back, I just hurried and got Sam into the building. This is where I ran into the next problem. I didn't know where the basement door was and I didn't even know if there was a basement. After all, it was just a story to scare all of the patients.

I dragged Sam down the halls of the main level before I had the idea that changed everything. The door that everyone was afraid of. I made my was towards the hall and as I turned the corner, it was as if I could feel the breeze that I had felt, days before, when my cousin had went into that basement. I pushed the thought away and walked towards the door, stoping when I put my hand on the handle. "I am going to regret this" I mumbled to myself. I hadn't been down these steps before. I mean come on; nobody in their right mind goes down here.