Pretty Girls Make Graves

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒘

*LATER IN THE EVENING*

"HELLOOOOO???" I bellowed as i flung open the front door to Stu's house. I had been here before with Casey but not for years. I chucked my coat off onto the banister as I dodged two guys running through the hallway and into the living room. I wandered over to the kitchen and clunked a six pack of beers on the work top. Stu waved over to as he snorted up some excotic substance through a steamy tube. "And here is Stu Macher in his natural habitat." I rolled my eyes playfully at him as he took the tube away from his face. A blonde guy slumped on a kitchen chair beside him groaned and held out a tube for me to take. "You want sooooomeee, hooottt stufff?". I laughed and pushed it away. "Nah im alright mate, one of us has to try stay sober for the night." The guy closed his eyes, mumbling to himself. "True maan I don't wanna be murdered by that ghost guuuuy.". I locked my eyes with Stu's dialated ones and smirked. I opened the six pack of beers and put them in the fridge in the garage. It was step one of the plan, plant the beers in the basement fridge ready for Stu to tell Tatum to grab a beer for him and then for Billy to pounce. I stumbled back up the wooden stairs and was greeted by Tatum and Sydney who had just arrived. "Hey Kenzie!" They both exclaimed. I smiled sweetly and pushed past them to get to the living room. They didn't seem to put off by me not meeting them the other day. Maybe they heard about what happened in Film Studies? Stu's party was practically a rave. There was music blaring, people smoking, snorting up crack, I swore i saw a few people rushing up into Stu's parents room, probably to have sex. Living room it's self was the most crowded, with at least fifteen people sat, standing or leaning around the room. Randy was in the centre of the large room in front of the Tv, holding up the varity of tapes we had not so long ago brought. "How many Evil Deads?" He asked, annoucing to the room. A few hands go up to vote. Randy looked around the room and made a mental note of the number of votes. "Ok, how many Hellraisers?" He looked around the room again, notcing me put my hand up he waves discretely. Stu stumbled into the room, only to leave after the door bell rings. "I got it. Tatum get me a beer. They're in the fridge in the garage." He commanded his girlfriend and headed towards the front door. Tatum, who had literally just sat down on the sofa, threw her hands in the air to protest. "What am I the beer wrench?!" She moaned getting up and heading towards the garage. I laughed as she dramatically dragged her feet along the wooden floor boards. I made small talk with Randy for a few minutes until Stu loudly said from the hallway: "Hey, guess who's here? It's that chick from Inside Story!" He yelled. I whipped me head around from Randy and leaned over the sofa to see what was going on. Indeed it was the 'chick' from Inside Story, Gale damn Weathers and Dewey. Tatum stopped in her tracks, bumping into a few guys gawping over Gale. "Shit Dewey!" She moaned, annoyed. "What is she doing here?" She murmured, looking over at me and Sydney from across the room. I saw Sydney cover her face with her hand. Dewey pulled Tatum aside. "She's with me, I wanted to check on things." He hissed to her, aware they were being watched intensely. "So you did- now leave...and take your media muff with you!" She stormed out of the hallway and into the garage. That was the last I ever saw of Tatum Riley. Strangely I didn't feel remotely sad, instead I felt a wave of adrenaline rush over me. Let the games begin.

"And so I was like no bitch you didn't see me jump off a bridge, in fact she ran me over with her car!" I stirred groggily as I wobbly stood on the living room coffee table, surrounded by people I hardly knew. I was drunk as hell, my head ached like I'd just had a bottle smashed over it. My audience cheered loudly laughing. I dizzily looked into the distance and noticed Gale putting something above the TV. I racked my drunk brain for a second but was then distracted by Randy taking my hand. I slipped off the table and wondered through the hallway to the toilet. "Jesus Kenzie I thought you were staying sober so we don't get killed!" Randy giggled, gliding me through the crowds. I peered over to someone I recognised, not being able to see clearly. I grabbed them by the wrist. " Billy! We gunna fucking die!" I laughed hysterically. I felt Billy clamp his hand around my wrist. "Are you drunk?" He murmured. "Nah I'm always like this." I hiccuped, putting my arm around Billy. Billy glanced to someone next to him, I couldn't make out who it was but their presence felt like Sydney's. He pushed me away gently, laughing tensely at me. Randy held me up right as he carried on dragging me to the toilet, when we got there he propped me up by the toilet. I sat and stared at him. "Get me another beer will you?" I asked in a sweet manner. He smiled and moved a strand of hair out of my mouth. "No can do." He replied crouching down in front of me. "Awwwww." I huffed, closing my eyes briefly. Randy stood up and patted me on my head. "Now I love you but I'd really love to watch the film." He apologised. I shrugged and closed my eyes, not taking into account that he'd just confessed his love for me in one smooth comment. I heard his footsteps leave as I let my mind trail off into an anxious state of sleep.

*AN HOUR LATER*

I was violently woken up by a female shaking me hardly. "KENZIE! WAKE UP!" She cried holding onto my stripy jumper. I rubbed my tired eyes and flickered them open. They revealed Sydney hovering over me, her face splattered in blood and bruises. I jumped up, catching the sink as my head rushed. The plan! Oh shit I had nearly forgotten. Act as if I don't know... until the last moment and then...DO IT. I recalled what Billy had told me during the afternoon just gone.           " What's happened?" I exclaimed, playing along with it. Sydney took me out of the bathroom and towards the hallway. " Billy's fucking lost it. He's the killer!!!!" She screamed. I quickly covered her mouth, not wanting to draw any attention to us. I should just kill her now, strangle her maybe, a thought appeared in my head. Standing in front of the doorway to the kitchen was Billy, soaked in the fake blood I made especially for him. Sydney shrieked as she saw his bloody knife and hide behind me. "Don't hide behind me!" I exclaimed pulling her next to me instead.

"What's the matter Sydney? You look as if you've seen a ghost!"