12:00 A.M.
After the song I suggest checking on Bethany. We all approach her. But something was off about the way she looked up to look at us. It was slow and she had that strange look in her eyes. It makes a chill go down my spine. I take a deep breath.
"Hey... Beth." I say calmly trying to sound sincere. She just stares at me. I take another deep breath. I feel like I can't breathe. I mean the air is a little stuffy, that could be it. But, still. That weird feeling comes back.
"A-are you okay?" I ask. I feel my voice shake. Again, there's just silence. I feel a lump in my throat and I try gulping it down. My brow furrow as I look at the others for help. Before they say anything, something unexpected happens.
"Oh, I am perfectly fine." She replies smiling. So she speaks and she's... smiling. Not in the way she usually does. It's something I've definitely never seen before in the 8 years we've been friends. I look back at the others. What next? I look back at Beth who is on the floor. I reach out my hand, but in hesitation I slightly pull back. I want to place my hand on her shoulder for support. I want to let her know that I'm here for her if she needs someone. But, it's just that weird feeling. Just her presence makes the atmosphere... off. That smile of hers, the look in her eyes, her need for loneliness.
"I love your skin, what products do you use?" Bethany suddenly asks. My eyes widen slightly. Maddie, Sam and Charlie just give each other looks trying to figure out what's happening. But probably failing because I don't even know what's happening.
"Oh uh... I use-"
"It's perfect." Bethany iterupts. What? Perfect? My brows yet again in concern. Maybe she meant how shiny and smooth my skin is. Not like she'd use my skin as a lamp shade or anything like that. Beth... can't hurt a fly. Right? Sam looks down at her phone.
"It's almost 12:30 A.M., already?!! What should we do next?" Samantha asks. I turn to face her. Maybe I should just stop worrying and have fun. Ignore that weird feeling. It's nothing.
"Oh oh! We should do Most likely to!" Charlie suggests. Good, a fun little game. This should keep my mind off of this. We grab a few snack bowls to the center of the basement. We grab some blankets and pillows to make the floor comfortable. Finally sitting down, we start the game.
"Okay, who is mostly likely to own their own business?" Samantha starts by asking a question. Then we point at Charlie who definitely fits this.
"Okay, my turn then" Charlie says. "Who is most likely to not be able to recover from their embarrassing past decisions?" Sam raises her arm about to point at someone. Her eyes dart around the room as if she's trying to find someone. I look at her in confusion.
"What's wrong S-"
"Where's Maddie?" Sam asks. Isn't she with us?
"What do you mean?" I ask. If she left then we'd know.
"I mean shes nowhere in the basement." Sam replies in a slightly louder tone. No but seriously, we'd know. We would hear her. But Sam's right. Maddie is nowhere to be seen.
"We would've heard her if she went up the stairs and opened the door." Charlie explains. I scan the room. She really isn't here and Bethany is in the same spot she has been for the past few hours. Still silent with her head down.
"Let's just continue playing... maybe she'll show up." I suggest. Sam nods and we sit back down on the ground. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. Everything is fine.
Suddenly the lights shut off. It's completely pitch black.
Everything is just....
Fine.
