Goodbye Melanie

Faucett

Jade had rolled the bodies in the lake by herself.

She was left alone, the others looked mortified, some blank, and walked back to their cabins.
She closed Caleb's eyes, they were glossed over with slime and residue of fear. She felt guilty, but that didn't mean she thought of what she did was wrong. It was all according to the plan. She walked back at dawn, holding her arms as she walked a few yards to the old steps, they creaked loudly, making her slow her pace down. In effort to be quiet, she did so for nothing. Looks like Tim moved into another cabin. She shrugged it off; he would get over it. It isn't like she killed all of his friends. Only three. Or five. She stripped down, taking off her shirt and pants. Walking to the bathroom, she placed her clothing into the sink and turned the faucet on. She soaked her clothing over night. She had an extra pair in the car.
The reason why no one had left yet, is because they have already tried to get in the cars. Jade had ripped the wires apart. No one was leaving until she got this finished. The water that was pouring out was murky, and smelled bad, like oil almost. The lights flickered. A soft brush of wind could be felt on her ankles, but Jade kept calm.
She was here.
The lights were turned off before Jade could blink, and the sink,
Was lit on fire.
Panicking, Jade took a metal bowl and set it on top of the sink, hoping the flames would die down. She turned off the faucet, and she looked up in the dark, her lip quivering.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" She shrieked.
"I want,
I want,"
"WHAT IS IT?!"
"Your freedom. Their freedom.
I want someone's freedom."
"GET YOUR OWN THEN!"
"Dead people can't get freedom, Jade, and you know that."