Silent Intentions

Chapter 15

"Stop it! Please" I was crying towards the brunette. The pearly white smile; gone, along with her sanity. The roots of her hair were a mixture of her natural blond color and grey. Her teeth had turned a pale shade of white, almost yellow. No longer the comforting pearl color. And the outfit. Red from being covered in the blood of the still alive, but weak, Chelsea. If you tried hard, the mixture of the red liquid and the blue fabric made a dark shade of purple. Or maybe thats just my imagination. Either way, Cheyenne was dragging a knife across Chelsea stomach, killing her slowly.

"I have been waiting for this moment! I kill you two bitches and your little boyfriend and I'm home free! Out of this hell that you have landed me in because you can't follow some simple order from your sadistic aunt" Cheyenne screeched at me with blue eyes that were so pale that they could pass as grey.

I stopped begging for her to spare Chelsea. There wasn't a point anymore. Chelsea laid dead at Cheyennes feet. Details that were to gruesome to describe.

I looked away at Chad. He had no jacket on and he was unconscious in the corner of the room, exposing the deep gashed in his arm from fighting, himself, and Cheyenne. Her plan was to kill them and leave me for last. She wanted me to witness the only people I cared about die. She wanted to drive me insane with the ways that she slowly killed them. Because in a way, she knew that she was also impaling me in the chest with every slice she gave them. I knew that she was waiting for me to beg for her to kill me. I also knew, that I was ready to do it. I was ready to die. I had nothing to live for. I let Chelsea down. She knew that she was going to die and I was too blind to notice.

Closing my eyes, I waited for my world to go black. Forever.

The door busting open and my aunt walking in with a nail file in her right hand and a set of perfect nails, that she apparently wasn't satisfied with, on her left hand. She didn't even look up from her work as she walked in past Chad, me, and then stopping at Chelsea. She looked down at her and frowned. Cheyenne suddenly lost her hopeful expression.

I became terrified. Something was wrong. But this time, it had little to do with me. I saw that devious smile that my aunt was slowly growing.

"I really don't care about this girl" my aunt gestured to Chelsea. It was like a knife being dug deep into my back. "I care about my dear little Sky." She made me sick to my stomach. "This was going south very quickly. Something wasn't right. "Sky is the reason this is happening. She thinks that she can get in the way of my money. Thats quite a funny joke!" She looked Cheyenne up and down. "You look terrible. But honestly I am quite entertained."

I saw it. She held her left hand up and stared at her nails. I noticed how sharp the file was. She grinned and I looked at Cheyenne with hatred. She had a smug look on her face. I felt a little bad that Chelsea wasn't here to witness this. Then again, Chelsea would be broken. All of her trust would vanish and her soul would completely leave her body.

"Cheyenne," Elizabeth grinned while I tensed up, "I'm not sadistic."

The nail file went from white, to red in an instant. Right through Cheyennes neck. I had just witnessed my, once favorite, nurse get murdered.

"And Sky," I looked up. If she wanted to kill me, I wanted to go slow. "I'm so tired of you. So I am going to be nice and do you a favor." I looked at her, terrified. "I'm going to leave you alone from now on. I am tired of this. I am even going to clean up the mess for you. I will erase it. It never happened. Goodbye."

She walked out of the room and left me with Chad. Of coarse, I crawled over to him and shook him. When he didn't wake up, I called out his name; begging him to wake up. I stopped and turned to Chelsea. It was like I was walking on glass as I crawled over to her. I didn't care about the blood, the guts, the intestines that were slipping out of her. I just wanted to hold her. I wanted to hold her forever. I cried as I held her in my arms. "You didn't deserve this! Why did it have to happen to you? Out of the three of us, you are the one dead and I walk away with my life. How? How do I walk away without a scratch and you lay with your damn-" I stopped talking and choked on the incoming waterfall of tears. I couldn't hold t n anymore. She was dead and I was alive. If anyone was going to die "It was going to be me. I was supposed to die and you were supposed to walk away with a smile on your face and forget about me." This was my fault. I killed Chelsea.

I felt an arm around me. Chad whispered quietly to comfort me. "She is with Sam" he reminded me. He was right. She was with the one that she loved. He died and left her broken. This didn't break her, it put her back together.

After talking to her for a few more minutes, I stood up, helping Chad, and headed for the door. In the doorway, I turned my head and looked at my best friend. Gone. I turned back around and I kept walking. Thats when the smell hit me. The rotting bodies, the mold, the death, the burning. The burning smell that told me that I wasn't leaving. It was the burning smell that prepared e to go home. To the pits of hell.

I helped Chad through the facility slowly as we made our way to the now open entrance. We stood in the doorway looking at the red night sky with hopeless eyes. I knew that Chad had officially given up, so we sat on the step of the facility. Chad leaned his back against the doorway panel. "This isn't the way I want to die to be honest" Chad had tears in his eyes. I admit, I did too. The forest around us was on fire. It was burning quickly and making its way towards us. I saw no possible way that we could survive this. We were goners and we knew it. It was hard to think about.

"I'm so sorry. This is my fault" I cried and hugged him. I laid against him and held on as the heat got more and more intense. We were sweaty and covered in tears and blood.

"I love you so much, Sky."
"I love you too, Chad."

I never wanted to have to say those words. I didn't want to fall in love. Love isn't what this was about. This was about survival, but we were going to die. I was ready. Chad wasn't. But apparently he was ready for something else.

"Sky?"
"Yeah?"

I was having trouble breathing now. It was over. He was saying goodbye. I was getting faint and he was too. His eyes started to close and I fought to keep mine from shutting before he finished.

"After all we have been through, I know that we are young and that this is a bit much to ask but-" He coughed up a bit of blood and continued. "lets say we made it through this, and in a few years we were in a church and the priest asked if you would take me as your lawfully wedded husband, what would you say?"

I let a tear roll down my cheek as my eyes rolled shut.

"I do."