Silent Intentions

Chapter 9

I woke up to arms wrapped around my waist and Chad's chin resting on my head. Crap, this is exactly what I was and am afraid of. I shut my eyes and just enjoyed the moment for a while before I was awoken out of a light sleep by the creature. "No" I screamed as it turned its head towards me and Chad. Chad was sitting up and holding me with one arm and a knife in his other hand. The creature showed its teeth in a defensive way and disappeared out the door.

Only seconds later, the scream of a girl echoed through the halls and I stood up quickly and looked around the room to assure myself that it wasn't Chelsea. Chelsea and Sam were sitting up and staring at the door. Sam looked confused as to why Chelsea looked so horrified. I stood up and walked over to her. She didn't even look at me. Her eyes stayed forward in a wide and terrified expression. I turned my head and saw the blonde hair that was now stained red. I gave a small giggle inside my head before I spoke up. "Lana, that bitch," I whispered. She got what she deserved." I didn't know what else to say. I had hated her since as long as I could remember. She was truly an evil bitch, so seeing her lifeless on the floor under the creature wasn't really a shock; even if it was tearing her apart piece by piece. "It won't leave." Sam was on to something. "What?" I asked. "It won't leave its meal, so if we are going to get out of here, we have to go right now." He stood up slowly. "Sam, what the hell are you doing! Sit down" I was strict but quiet. "No. I'm going to help. I am fine. Grab that bag and put our stuff in it. We are leaving." He had sudden strength. "I am fine" I nodded at his statement and started to put stuff into the bag that I had found stashed away.

Once I had everything together, we walked out of the room, passing the mutilated Lana. Yeah she was my cousin, but she was a bitch and I hated her. Even though I said that she got what she deserved, I knew that deep down I didn't think she deserved death, but I still hate her. I am okay with her being gone though.

The creature didn't even look up at us. He kept picking and eating. Cannibal? Whatever, it doesn't matter. Let's just get the fuck out.

We were at the stair case by this point and had shut the door. We sat down and relaxed for a second. "I miss being a weak teen in a mental hospital." Chelsea started to cry and all I could do was feel her pain. SO MUCH PAIN. I did this to her. I did this to everyone in this place. All the people here are either crazy, trying to kill us, or dead. But no; I spoke and I did this to so many people.

I crawled over to Chelsea and put my arm around her. "First off, this is a correction facility. Second, you are strong. You are the strongest girl I have ever met and you will always be the baddest bitch of them all." She looked up with a slight smile. I almost burst into tears when she did that. "Thanks." "You're welcome." With that....it floated down from the heavens, but contained hell. I looked up to see them run away. I grabbed the paper and ran up the stairs. Swinging the door to the main floor open, I saw another shut and I ran towards it. The garden door. I had to get out of this place and find who had dropped the letter.

"Sky! Sky, wait!" I heard feet running through the halls, chasing after me, and I turned and ran away from them, out the door, through the escape and towards the woods that the person had ran into. I need to know who this person is! "Argh!" I fell to my knees and made a fist with my hands, pounding the hard field ground. Arms wrapped around me. Chad. What the hell is he doing this for? "Are you okay" Chelsea asked me. "No...no I'm not freaking okay" my voice was louder than it needed to be. Chelsea grabbed my chin and lifted it. "What the hell just happened Sky!" I saw that she was dead serious now. Chelsea may have been a fun smiley person, but she knew when something was wrong. If put in simpler words, she was going to get to the bottom of the situation and she would gladly cut a bitch if needed.

"The note. I need to figure out who dropped the note." I was desperate. "I am done with this shit!" Chelsea snapped. My eyes widened at her words. She was truly pissed. Was my reaction to the note the reaction that was going to end my friend's life? Was I just stabbing everyone in the back? The thoughts just started hitting me like tidal waves. This is what they want. But who is 'they'? What if it's one person? She or he? Is it my aunt? No! She is part of this mess, but not the note dropper. Wait, I never read the note!