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Chapter 24

Marella's pov

"Will how could you? A teenager are you crazy?" i screamed through the telephone and i heard him sigh on the other side. "Listen you got what you wanted, what more could you ask?" he said cockily and i groaned. "God Will, i ask for you to keep Ziggy alive! How does that equal cursing a teenage boy!" i yell angrily. "You're not even there anymore so why do you care?" he sighed and i slammed the phone back to the wall.

"I can't fucking believe him" i yelled in anger and Nick walked into the room. "What happened?" he asked. "Will cursed a teenager" i accidentally snapped at him. His frown turned into a frightened face that i haven't seen since we found out about everything. He put his face in his hands and sighs. "I can't fucking believe him" he murmured. "We're going back" i said and stormed off to go upstairs. Nick grabbed me by my waist and stopped me. "Hey! What? Why would we go back? You will put yourself in danger!" He frowned.

"I have to see Ziggy. I have to warn her!" "She will stay alive, Will promised" "Yeah but who says he's keeping his promise? He's always been a good liar hasn't he? I have to atleast tell her that.. it is happening again" i tried to say the word but i couldn't. Through the years i have gotten more closed up about my feelings and thoughts. Nick has been the best boyfriend i could've asked for but i can't seem to talk about anything.

Not even the bet. Since Will left the house, he never really came back. Sometimes, just to say hi, or if he didn't have enough clothes or money. Ever since that happened, we pushed everything about camp away. Even the bet. We know it's the way we got together but it made us both feel sick. Kurt and i grew apart, cause i couldn't talk about Joan anymore. I can't even say her name. But the memories are still here.

Nick has a really hard time. He's the Sheriff now. He hates it but he thought that this way, he could protect everyone more than normally. But he doesn't stand a chance against Will. He does what he wants and listens to absolutely nobody. Not even his wife.

Sheila is out of the image by now. Will spend most of the time he was away at her house and she started to wonder what was going on. Will thought she was just as much of a pyscho as him but when he told her everything, she didn't believe him and started laughing. Will played it off as a joke but never talked to her again. A normal person would've realised by now that it wasn't a joke, but Sheila is not the smartest.

Everything happened so fast, and i miss my mother. I don't know how she's doing, i do know that Julian died. He overdosed a couple years ago. But atleast i knew my mom was okay, i think. I used to call her but she changed her number and never told me. I think it was too hard for her to know i was still alive but know she could never see me again.

"Just please let me do it" Nick closed his eyes and i sighed. "I can't do this again Nick" i whispered and he took me in his arms. "I know love, but you're safe with me" he said and i relived the feeling i felt after camp. How safe he used to make me feel. He always has but now it's all coming back to me. I close my eyes and tighten my arms around him. He strokes my back and there it was. The smell of the dusty cabins, the sound of kids playing, the warmth of the sun. It
was all back. But it soon turned into the smell of blood, the sound of kids screaming and the cold of the rain.

I let go and he kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back" he said. "Be safe" "I will" and as he walked through the door i broke down. It was all happening again. And i couldn't do anything to stop it. I felt the air escape my lungs as the tears flood from my eyes. I knew i couldn't hide from it anymore, it was here. The fear of seeing Tommy again came back. The feeling of hearing that Joan died, the sight of Cindy's dead laying on the floor. And Ziggy.

Our friendship faded over the years. She couldn't handle coming to Sunnyvale every week. To the family that killed her sister. She started getting more and more closed off, just like me. I know where she lives, i have her number and we call once a year. Just to check up on each other. But i haven't seen her in years. I don't even know what she looks like. I wonder if that sparkle in her eyes is still there. I hope it is.