𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 - Ethan Landry

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑽𝑰

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❝ 𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑭𝑻 ❞

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I hop out the cab after i had payed for
the ride from Ethan's place to mine.
i try not to think about how cold
my legs were or how dark it was
outside. The walk from where
the cab dropped me off wasn't far
either, still i held the taser in my
hand just in case.

The date at Ethan's went well,
even though i only ate one plate
of the food he made me, i was
too nervous to tell him that
he in fact hadn't cooked the
food all the way, it's the fact
that he tried to do something
sweet for me. After we ate,
we ended up watching
The Fault in Our Stars,
which Ethan protested
against at first but ended
up crying at the end of  it.
I wish the night turned into
something more but Chad
came home in the middle of
us making out on the couch.
the night ended early because
Chad got so disgusted he ended
up kicking me out, saying
"ew ew ew! get out get out!"
and then proceeded to throw
pillows and jackets at me till i did

bzz bzz

my phone rings in my purse,
i assume it's just Sam or Ethan
calling to make sure i made
it home safe, but you can imagine
the way i felt when I pulled my phone
out and the number that popped
up belonged to no other then Amber.
i feel physically ill when i see it

Amber was dead, why is she calling me

I stare at the contact for a second,
debating if i should pick it up or not.
I'm just barely at the apartment complex's
entrance, do i pick it up or not?

i end up clicking the red button,
walking a little bit faster, shoes
clicking on the pavement.

bzz bzz

fuck

no surprise, it's Ambers contact
again, my grasp on my
phone tightens, i click
the red button, walking faster.

bzz bzz

"jesus!"
i shout and click the green button
"fuck you fuck you fuck you"
i scream into the bottom
of my phone before i hang up
and practically start speed walking
with a terrible limp, my stab
wound only being held
together by stitches.

if ghostface
is calling me right now,
then that only means he's close.

my theory checks out because
from the darkness of a shadow
reached out a familar figure,
swinging down with a sharp knife,
i feel it enter painfully into the
flesh of my arm,

"FUCK"
i scream out, swinging
a punch directly into the killers
face, causing him to stumble
a little bit, knife pulling with him

my hand shake and i hold the
bleeding wound, struggling
to run to my apartment i cry out,
letting my blood drip onto the concrete

"HELP ME"
i turn and see that the killer
had already recovered, slowly
making his way towards me
"FUCK YOU YOU FUCKER FUCK"
i scream with my entire lungs