"I don't understand why everyone is so fucking obsessed with Summer, I mean she's a trashy whore. She's all over my man Miles, likes get your own man. Oh wait, she did and then he ran away from her because she is such an atrocious bitch. It's just really annoying because I have been trying to be with Miles for like SOOOOOO long, like I haven't fucked anyone else since I started liking him. And where I'm from, that means a lot. So for this run of the mill brunette whore to try to take MY man is just so fucked. Honestly if I weren't a better person, I'd beat the shit out of her until she was half alive. That would teach her to fuck with me." I say.
"Hannah, don't you think you're being a tad dramatic?" Allie says. WHAT THE FUCK ALLIE? I wish our parents never got married, you are supposed to be on my side. That's why you're an ugly fat whore who has no friends.
"NO. She said I had a unibrow." I say.
"After you came after her first." Allie says. SHUT UP WHORE SKANK, GOD.
"You're not being a good friend, what do you think Taylor?" I say turning to Taylor.
"Summer's the best, other than the fact we all almost died. But I don't blame her for that. She's a fucking icon." Taylor says smiling. FUCK YOU TOO TAYLOR! YOU LOOK LIKE A CHEAP HOOKER WHO GIVES BJ'S FOR FREE.
"You too are supposed to be my best friends." I say.
"I'm your sister." Allie says. NO FUCKING SHIT ALLIE.
"You better get all of this out now, we are almost here." Taylor says. We pull into the driveway, it's time to watch hot guys throw balls and hit each other. At least I have something to look forward to.
"I just think she's kind of a fake whore." I say.
"I think you're a shit talking bitch." Allie says.
"ALLIE!" I scream. I get out of the car and speed walk to the bleachers. I have to escape these troll looking bitches before they say anything else hurtful to me. I walk into the bleachers and see Ryan and Evan and Bella, those are my least favorite three. I only hang out with them because they are in the dumb fucking play with Allie and are friends with Miles. If I don't end up with Miles, I'm so having sex with Peter. He's so fine. I see Miles and Summer sitting next to each other, Miles's annoying as sister is on the other side of him. I sit down in between Miles and Summer, pushing them apart.
"Hey Miles." I say, licking my lips.
"Hello Hannah." He says.
"How is the game so far?" I ask.
"Good, you're late. Half the game is already over." He says.
"Oh I know, but Allie and Taylor were taking forever to get ready. And I have to shower so I could wash, every part of me." I say holding my boobs. What? If I have good tits then imma use them.
"You should've just not come if it was such a long shower." Miles's stupid fucking sister says.
"What?" I say back.
"I mean obviously it wasn't long enough to wash off your bitch ass attitude." Hope says. THIS PREPUBESCENT TWERP.
"Hope." Miles says, but I can see him hiding his laugh. I have to get this little bitch back.
"Aren't you like twelve?" I say.
"Fourteen, it's kinda crazy how at this age I still know more etiquette than you. It's like if you're going to show that much chest in public, at least have the boobs for it." She says. THIS BITCH.
"YOU LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I say, standing up.
"BRING IT ON, THATS WHY YOU LOOK LIKE A PROSTITUTE ON HEROINE!" She says. What the fuck is wrong with this girl.
"I'M GONNA BEAT THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF YOU!" I say, raising my fist. I see Miles getting up and he stands in between me and his sister.
"HANNAH!" Summer screams from behind me. Fuck, now I have to deal with this bitch.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" I scream, turning around. THAT FUCKING BITCH SLAPS ME ACROSS THE FACE. HARD! I trip and fall and roll down the bleachers. When I look up I see everyone staring at me and laughing. THE WHOLE STANDS, LAUGHING. I tear rolls down my face as I get up and leave out of the bleachers.
I have no where to go, my fake ass friends drove me here and everyone else just saw me get slapped across the fucking face. Why do bad things happen to such good people? I look around and see that the gate for under the bleachers is slightly open. I can hide there until after the game, try to cool off. I open the gate and get inside, walking around until i find a rock I can sit on.
How did I end up here? I was so fucking sweet last year, then dad died and I think I just got angry. Maybe I can make it up to everyone. Like do something big as an apology, make everyone like me again. That's all I want, I want friends. Summer isn't even that bad, I think I'm just jealous. She has the perfect life, everyone adores her, Miles likes her, her brother is supportive of her. That's just all stuff I've always wanted. I owe her the biggest apology of them all. This is it, this is the moment Hannah Garcia changes for the better. This is the moment I turn nice again.
I turn to leave and apologize when I see someone in the distance, under the bleachers with me. They are walking towards me, they are just a black figure. As they get closer I make out more and more of their outfit. Black robe, combat boots, gloves, a hood, and a mask of a ghost. Wait, I've seen this before.
This is the fuck that killed everyone.
I scream and run for the gate, the figure chases after me. It's locked, shit I must've closed it when I came in here. I try to scream for help, but everyone is cheering at the game. No way they can hear my screams. The killer tries to stab me, but I dodge it. I run towards the other exit, but trip on a rock. My nose slams into the cement ground, breaking it. Blood sprays out of my nose as I scream in pain. Tears are pouring out of my face, but I get back up. Hannah Garcia is not dying today! I get to the other gate and the killer is still far behind me. I pull out my Bobbi-pin and use it to unlock the gate, I get through it, but the killer catches up to me and pulls me back in. I feel a sharp pain in my back as I fall to the floor, warm blood flows out of my back. I don't want to die here, not now. I want to make amends, I want to right my wrongs. The killer turns me over so my stomach is facing them, I see the knife slam down into my gut, but I don't feel anything. Is this how I die? Maybe I deserve it, I've been a pretty shit person. I wonder if anyone will even come to my funeral, no one likes me. I don't blame them, I've been pretty sucky. I just wish that I could prove them wrong, show them I've changed. I feel the pressure of the knife cutting into me OVER and OVER again, but I still feel nothing. No pain at least. I see the killer pull something out of me, my intestines. HOLY FUCK. IM NOT CALM ANYMORE! THOSE ARE MY INNER ORGANS. OH GOD I CAN FEEL MYSELF FADING. My eyes start to shut as I feel something tighten around my neck, it's slimy and warm. It's long and thick, but I don't have the energy to open my eyes and check. I feel myself be lifted into the air, feet off the ground. I can't breathe anymore, and I give in.
I'll never get to say sorry.
