Silent Intentions

Chapter 8

When we were about to open the door to the basement, we heard a scratching sound on the metal door. I jumped back and Chelsea covered her mouth. Chad held my hand and I grabbed Chelsea's hand with my free hand.
After a while, we heard it scamper down the hall and we all let go and pulled knifes out. "We have to run." With that said, I turned the knob and cracked the door open. The creature thing was at the very end of the hall. I looked behind me nodded. "1, 2, 3, go" I whispered. I swung the door open and ran. I started to panic a little bit as the creature looked up slowly and turned. I didn't make eye contact with it; I just kept running to the door. I heard a high pitched scream and turned around thinking it was Chelsea. The scream was being held out for a long period of time, so I knew it wasn't Chelsea. The creature then looked down as if it had been howling and started to run towards us.
The second scream was Chelsea. She was not hurt. In fact she was running faster than the creature. She screamed because of the two glowing eyes seen through the glass window of an office.

I yelled back at them. "This is the room. When you are in, shut the door tight!" I reached out and grabbed the handle to the door that I had left Sam in and ran in. Chad and Chelsea ran in behind and slammed the door behind them. We were left staring at the bed that Sam was lying on. Sam was wide awake, smiling at us (Chelsea). Chelsea burst into tears and ran up to Sam hugging him lightly.

I looked at Chad when I felt his hand slide into mine. I smiled a bit as it sunk in that we were all together again. I didn't have to worry about them being hurt anymore. For the moment, everyone was safe and happy. That made me happy.
I realized that I had zoned out and had not realized that Chelsea and Sam were in a full out make out session. Talk about awkward. I mean it was awkward until I was awoken out of that zone out by a feeling on my cheek. Let's just say it was magical. Chad had just pecked me on the cheek and let me just say I was happy about it. Could this be the start of what I most feared?

I was cleaning up the room a bit while the others were talking together. I couldn't stop thinking about the peck on the cheek from Chad. He doesn't like me though. I can't like him. That would just add him to the list of people that my aunt could kill to hurt me. But then again, she will probably kill him anyways.

I was making a place for us to sleep. It was probably about eight at night by now and it would be Tuesday in the morning, so that meant that shit would go down again. I just sat down and took a torn pillow to lay my head on as I drifted into sleep for the first time in two days. Only to wake up whimpering from a nightmare that actually scared me to death. "No, please don't hurt him. I love him. NO! Please..." I must have been saying that out loud because I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist.

I was crying when I awoke. "Are you okay" the voice of Chad spoke to me. The look in his eyes told me that he knew I wasn't. I nodded nodded, anyway, and buried my head in his chest. Crap. I said that out loud and he obviously heard it. He can't know that I love him. Stop it! Push him away from you! He can't fall for you like you fell for him. If he does, he dies! Stop it! Wait, no!!! Don't hug him back. Stop looking him in the eyes! I looked down into his chest and held tight. I found this moment perfect aside from the fact that I had soaked his shirt in tears. Yeah that wasn't cool. But that's okay I guess. I couldn't stop holding onto him. I didn't want to move. "What happened?" Chad finally broke the silence. I started to panic inside. I warned you stupid! Now you have to tell him! You have to tell him now. No, no you don't. Lie. The word repeated itself a few times before I thought of a proper way to respond.

"I don't remember?" I lied. I knew what happened but I was scared to tell him the real dream. He would realize the danger he is in. Hey, stupid! That's what you want him to realize! And what ever happened to you and Chelsea! I felt so guilty when I thought of her. But then again; she went to bed with her tongue down Sam's throat.

"Oh, okay." Chad put the thought aside and pulled a blanket over us. I went to sleep without a blanket because I was saving them for the others. He wrapped his arms around me and pecked my forehead. He then rested his chin on my head while running his fingers through my hair. I then fell asleep with a smile on my face. Just to drift into an exact repeat of the same dream I had had just minutes before. Crap. Now you have to control yourself in your sleep so that you don't wake up telling him your life story.

It was late at night, when I looked up in tears. Chad wasn't in bed with me, so I got up and went to look for him. I opened the hallway door and looked around. I didn't see the creature, so I kept walking around, until I found a room that looked strange. I entered the room to find Chad, tied to a chair that was placed high, on top of a very wobbly barrel. That wasn't the problem though. The rope around his neck was getting tighter and black figure next to him was making cuts on his already scarred arms. I don't remember him ever self-harming. Did the figure do that to him? No. I started to cry worse.

Chad looked sad, angry, and in serious pain. He kept a straight face though. "No, please don't hurt him. I love him. NO! Please..." The knife was pressed hard to his skin and the barrel fell. The Chad that I had fallen for was dangling from a rope with a gash in his arm from the knife dragging as he slipped into eternal sleep. He was gone.