⚠️WARNING⚠️
This chapter will contain murder
Please be advised while reading this chapter
Of this book. There will also be graphic images written in this chapter. Also including the past.
Background of the past: in 2004 Oakleys best friend was killed in front of her in Tennessee. Her best friend fell to her death. ( I will not go into details here as I will write that in the story)
Reminder: I will put [¥] before any graphic or any dramatic event that takes place.
OLD MEMORIES
The plain ride was quite for the most part, there some turbulence throughout the ride. But nothing else major. Hotch, Emily, and Jennifer played card games. Morgan took a nap, and Spencer read a book. Oakley was looking at a case that dated back in 2004 on February 25th. This was the day Oakley lost her best friend, Isla. Oakley and Isla were inseparable, they did everything together. They met from their mothers, they're moms were friends when they were little, they wanted their kids to grow up together like they did. One night Oakley and Isla had a sleep over at Oakleys dad's apartment. It was just the two of them, Oakley's brother was with his girlfriend, and Sofia was with her dad picking up dinner. That was the night things turned for the worse.
¥ *THIS PART OF THE CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC EVENTS* PLEASE BE ADVISED
The two girls were sitting in the living room when there was a knock at the door. Isla got up to answer the door when she opened the door there was a tall figure in all black. The figure lifted their head revealing a ghost shaped mask over their face. At this time Oakley came around the corner and asked
"Dad what kinda of piz-"
Oakley froze before finishing her sentence. She could feel the presents start to turn dark. There was a moment of silence. Isla infont of the door frozen, staring at this figure. Oakley standing next to the wall, standing off from the corner. Isla in fear slowly started to walk back leaving the door open. The figure slowly walked into the apartment keeping eye contact with Isla. That's when Oakley noticed the knife the figure was holding in their left hand.
As Oakley went to call out to Isla the figure lunged towards Isla, stabbing her left shoulder in the process. Isla fell backwards onto the floor screaming in pain and horror. Oakley ran towards Isla, with Isla trying to crawl backwards, Oakley grabbed Isla pulling her back. The killer slowly just walked towards them, tilting their head slightly to the left. The killer lifted up the knife again and stabbed Isla in her right leg. Isla let out a gurgling scream. The killer took the knife out of her leg and raised it up into the air. Oakley had gone and grabbed a heavy cook book in the kitchen, she threw it at the killer causing them to drop the knife and fall to the floor. Oakley picked up Isla
"Come on we need to go" she said crying.
They had gotten up and made their way to the bedroom shutting the door, as the killer slammed on the door as they closed it. Isla was struggling to hold the door as she tried to lock it. Oakley had started to push a bookshelf against the door.
Once the bookshelf was in place Oakley ran to the window she had opened the window and looked down. They were about 10 stories high there was no way they were going to be able to jump out. A neighborhood across the street had head the commotion they had opened their window.
"Are you guys okay" the man said
"N no there's someone trying to kill us, we need to get out, like now" Oakley said turning back to the door. The door was shaking Oakley could hear the killer yelling on the other side of the door.
"Hold on" the man yelled from the other side of the alley. The man walked off, Oakley went up to Isla.
"Hey are you still with me" Oakley said she she held Isla face. Isla was very week. She could barely speak she just shook her head in agreement.
