𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

[𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭]

chapter seven !
word count: 755

[im sorry my updates are so slow, life is tough LMAO]

[i hate when people say they're discontinuing stories but then randomly update them for smth like "thanks for 1098 reads!" bro we dont care.. we know u appreciate it but stfu unless ur updating fr] [i mean, its fine when they're gonna continue the story afterwards, but otherwise js stfu]

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VANCE WALKED TO school in complete silence, only hearing the sound of cars passing by. It had been two months since James was claimed to be missing on February 12th, meaning they haven't found the body yet. It was scary, knowing where he was. Who could do that to him. The way his body was mangled and bloody. It was terrifying. Vance doesn't think he'd ever get that out of his head.

When Jeramy found out that James was missing, fake tears were shed. "Me and James were best friends," he said. They met a couple times, when James would come over to their house. James disliked Jeramy. He said he was a little pest. Vance agreed with that one.

Of course, Mr and Mrs hopper were sad for Jeramy, providing him with support. If only they cared for Vance like they did jeramy.

Stepping along the pathway towards his school, he looked to the missing posters. James, James, James..

It was a hot summer day in Denver, almost everyone being outside. Two boys known as Vance Hopper and James Scott were in a dark forest. "Where are we, Scott?" Vance asked in a hushed tone, careful not to aggravate the already angry boy who was leading the way. "Don't worry, pretty boy. You'll be back home for your 'curfew'." He said in a condescending tone. Vance rolled his eyes, but kept quiet for the rest of the way. They stopped in a small clearing in the forest. The thick grass grew tall, going past their ankles.

He watched as James slipped a hand down his pants, and pulled out a gun. Vance flinched back at the scene, backing away ever so slightly. "Why do you have that..!" Vance gritted his teeth. "Do you have any idea how much trouble we'd be in if we-" he was cut off by James hushing him. "Its alright, beautiful. Just watch." Vance groaned quietly, crossing his arms below his chest, as he leaned against a mossy tree. James ran his hand up the pistol, before cocking it back.

James and Vance walked home after that, with James carrying a plastic bag. Vance felt like throwing up. "What do you need those rabbits for, anyway?" He asked. "Don't you worry your pretty little face about it." James smirked. He was always like that. For as long as Vance could remember, James was always giving him little compliments and pet-names. He had to admit, it did make him slightly uncomfortable, but James didn't care. And besides— it wasn't like they meant anything.

James, James, James-.. He stopped walking, and turned to the last poster. He looked at the photo plastered on the middle of the paper. Thats right. He knew him. He's Robin's friend.

Robin didn't speak a word to anyone that day. Sitting in silence. He'd get the occasional pity-filled glance, but no one dared looking for more than a second.

You'd think at least one person in their group would be reassuring and comforting them. But they were just as quiet as Robin. He gets that. I'd probably be unusual for them to be happy in a time like this. So he left them alone for the day. Figured he would manage to find a way to screw everything up just by saying the word "hi".

The world was quiet that day.

Vance was walking around the more quiet parts of town, just to get away from his parents. He was met with the familiar quiet path that followed into the forest, and stepped forward. The path had trees that arched over the ground, covering the sky. He figured it would be better to see if there was actually sunlight. It was weird. Before he found that body, it was always pouring rain. Now its just gloomy. At least the rain actually had something to offer. Grey skies have nothing to give.

Vance wondered what James did with the rabbits he caught. Probably conducted some lab experiment or something. He truly was a psychopath. Vance wondered if the rabbits were still alive. They probably were. James liked to see things suffer.