ghostboys

thirty-nine

i forced myself to keep my eyes open, scared that if i do let them close, i'll never wake.

vances hand rested on my stomach while bob collected every weapon he could find. i couldn't believe this was happening.

the grabber was alive all along.

he never died. we never killed him.

"you two need to hide now, the fucker is coming." bob told us.

vance helped me up and we rushed to the back of the store, finding a bathroom. bob handed vance a knife and a gun, "if he gets inside and kills me, use this."

"bob," i cried, holding his hand.

he smiled and cupped my face, kissing my forehead, "you'll be okay."

bob closed the door and the two of us stayed silent, scared to even make a noise.

the sound of the front door of the store breaking scared the shit outta me and i held onto vance.

*POW*

tears filled my eyes and i silently cried.

"fucker!"

"get the fuck out of my-"

*thump*

i let out a loud cry. vance quickly covered my mouth as i held onto him, "im sorry." he whispered as he let go and i wrapped my arms around him, crying into his neck.

"i know you guys are in here!" the grabber suddenly shouted, "your poor friend here is bleeding out, not going to help him?"

"we need to get out of here," my shaky voice whispered to vance and he nodded, holding tightly onto my hand.

as i opened the door, i suddenly felt faint and fell back, luckily vance caught me before i hit the ground, "you okay?" he asked me and i nodded.

the back door was blocked, he must've blocked it before we got here. that meant the front door was our only option.

the two of us tip-toped to the front, not knowing where this asshole was. when my eyes landed on bob, i ran to him, covering up his wound with my already bloody hands, he was still alive but barely, "it's going to be okay, bob. please stay with me."

he smiled weakly at me before closing his eyes, going limp.

i closed my eyes as the tears fell and just as i did, vance let out a cry in pain. i turned and saw the grabber had stabbed him from behind, "VANCE!" i screamed as he fell onto the ground.

"get away from him asshole!" i yelled, grabbing bobs knife and holding it toward him.

the grabber began laughing as he stepped over vance's body, right toward me, "silly girl, i should of killed you when i had the chance," he knocked the knife out of my hand, sending it flying to the ground.

then he pushed me onto the ground, crawling onto of me. i started screaming, hoping someone outside was there and could help us.

"shhhh," he whispered, touching my face, a smile on his, "im not going to hurt you."

i felt his hands travel up and down my body. i just gave up. i froze. i was alone in this now. i'm just going to let him kill me.

*BANG*

"get off of her fucker!" vance shouted, hitting him repeatedly with a hammer. the grabber rolled off of me, holding his face in pain while vance pulled me up, holding onto me.

this man was psychotic. he rose to his feet, blood dripping down his face as he stared at us with a smile.

"never bring a hammer to a gun fight,"

gun?

everything turned into slow motion, i mean that's what it felt like. the grabber pulled out a gun, aiming it right at me. vance pushed me out of the way and i watched in horror as the grabber pulled the trigger, shooting vance.

i screamed as vance fell onto the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him. he weakly looked at me and smiled before closing his eyes.

"we're kids!" i shouted at the man, "how could you do this! to us! bruce! danny! all of them, why?!"

"i did it for fun," he grabbed me and threw me back on the ground just as he pulled out another knife, beginning to a stab me with it.

i knew there was no way i could get out of this alive. i was being murdered but i knew that i wasn't going to let him live.

as he continued to stab the shit outta me, i noticed bobs knife laying right next to me and i grabbed it, stabbing the asshole right in the neck.

he looked at me wide eyed before falling onto the ground, coughing and gasping up a storm then finally he died.

i glanced at vance, his once blonde hair all covered in blood, so was his face. i reached out to grab his hand and i did.

i felt myself slowly dying.

at least i'll be with him now.

but before i could close my eyes, flashes of red and blue were seen. i heard the doors open and yelling was heard.

"she's still alive!" a man yelled, kneeling next to me, "can you hear me?" i looked up at him, though to me he was only a blur but i nodded.

"get her in the ambulance now!"

i never made it to the hospital.

i died on the way there.