A Week Away

Chapter 6

Ada's P.O.V.

She was the one person I didn't know. How could I trust her?

The small girl stood at the front of the crowd, her long, blonde ponytail flying about in the wind. She was nervous, you could tell, but she spoke anyways.

"There's somebody attacking us. He attacked Joseph and I last night, and if there's one person that logically did this, it would have been him-"

"Yeah, but do you have any proof? Or are you just defending the two twats walking up in here covered in blood!?" Jasmine's voice echoed as she interrupted the girl. She was about to reply when Jasmine decided to carry on. "What were you even doing with him, anyways!? There was a curfew, you know..."

"Careful, Jasmine," I hissed, "you're starting to sound like me." She threw a snarl my way behind stepping towards the quiet girl.

"Who even are you? Nobody knows you... for all we know it was you who did this and framed them." Jasmine shoved her shoulders, sending her reeling backwards and fulling to the ground with an 'oomph'. Joseph walked to Jasmine, pushing her aside and helping the girl up.

"You need to cool it and stop being a bitch!" He said to Jasmine. He had his arm around the girls waist in a protective manner as he walked past Jasmine, earning a glare from her.

"So... that's what you were doing." Jasmine smirked, folding her arms and shooting daggers at the curly-haired boy with her eyes.

"Instead of being a jealous bitch how about you calm the fuck down!? If I hadn't been with her then she'd be pinned to a tree as well!" Joseph yelled at Jasmine. I could tell Jasmine was taken aback by this because of her neutral expression and lack of comeback. Why were they even arguing? We had a dead body pinned to a tree and all they could do was take out their sexual frustration on one another by shouting.

"Stop fighting, you idiots." I said. Jasmine shook her head at me and turned around to walk off. She paused and turned her head, talking to everyone.

"We still have three hours until the sun comes up. You bunch of ballbags better hope they don't get you next!" She marched off to her tent, her shoulders back and her long brown hair flying behind her.

"Connor, help me get Peter off the wall, please." I turned to the man standing opposite me in his blue pajamas. He nodded, walking forward to the body. I was about to turn and start pulling out the spear when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning around I came face to face with Joseph, a grimace on his face.

"I'll do it," he said, "you need to speak to the Asian chick about what happened... she's not wrong." I took a deep breath, nodding and heading away from the tree, my stomach still turning from the sight of someone I knew, dead, and stuck to a tree with a neanderthal weapon.

Before I spoke to the quiet girl about what happened, I needed to get the sick out of my system. I hadn't felt this repulsed or terrified in my life, and I hoped I wouldn't have to feel this way again. The tree line was only a few metres away, but my stomach couldn't hold the sick in any longer. Before I could fathom what was happening I could feel my throat start to burn and vomit making it's way up my esophagus and out of my mouth, splattering over the ground in front of my.

Keeling over it all came out, and it took a few seconds for me to recollect and straighten up. I got a few stares, but other than that nobody noticed, and those that did didn't care. I guess it wasn't surprising, considering the situation. The only one it surprised was me. I had dissected rats and animal organs, and had not gotten nauseous once. But I guess human corpses were a completely different matter.

I looked back for a second to see how Joseph and Connor were doing taking Peter's body away, to find that it had been done in a matter of a minute or less, and the only thing left on the tree to show that he had been there was a large hole where the spare had been and blood. Lots and lots of blood.

I nearly puked again just looking at that tree, but I had to stop myself. I looked around a bit to remind myself where the quiet asian girl was, and when I found her again sitting on a log by a newly lit fire, I made my way towards her. She looked up and noticed me coming and moved aside, making room for me on the log next to her.

"So..." I started. Actually, I didn't start. I didn't know where to start with all the stuff that had been going on.

"Do you believe me?" She asked, starting the conversation off for me. When she spoke her mouth didn't open very much like most of the kids around here, and yet her words were just as articulate.

"I don't know if I believe you or not." That was the truth. The thought of a man attacking a group of teenagers for no reason was quite absurd. But yet, the idea of two delinquents who had been sent to camp for breaking a window and skipping class was even more absurd.

"There isn't one person here that knows my name." Her words were mumbled, but I still heard them. "It's Gwyn, by the way. Not that anyone would care."

"So, Gwyn, what exactly happened?" She looked at me, her shoulders drooping and a sigh emerging.

"There was a man, he was wearing a mask of some sort. Joseph told me to run, so I did. I ran, and I hid, and I saw that man chase after Joseph. A few seconds after I see him run off he's walking back towards the spot we saw him at, but he'd taken his mask off and he was mumbling to himself. I couldn't see his face properly, but it was messed up. Like, seriously messed up. One of his eyes was gone and there was this huge scar on one side of his face from his mouth to his ear. It was a terrifying sight." Gwyn shivered, looking away.

"Did you see what happened to Peter?" She nodded, slowly and unsurely.

"There was two of them, not just one who did it. I saw the whole thing, and if you don't mind, I'd like not to recall it." She was biting her lip and staring into the fire, and you could see in her eyes that what she had seen had scarred her, but I don't think anyone seemed to care, which was a depressing thought.