Cynthia
A Decade Earlier
I watch Brody smash Charlie's heart into oblivion with a grin on my face. Stupid girl. I tut and head to my tent for the lights to go out. Not that I will be there long. I have plans to enact. Things are going completely in my favor so far and I am loving it.
My phone vibrates and I groan picking it up.
Unknown:
Watching. Always watching. What happens when you fall?
I turn it off. I need to find the underlying cause of that too, but it can wait.
I count the minutes. I count the zipping of tents, hushed conversations, until all I can hear is the night surrounding us. I need to sneak onto the bus first which should not be too tricky considering I can walk lightly.
I sneak out of my tent, leaving it open because it will be less likely to get caught if I do not have to unzip it and rezip it so many times. I slink around the backs of the tents, so the fire does not show my shadow.
I should have put my hoodie on, but I will not be long. Bus and back.
I keep my breath steady and even. There!
I slink deeper into the woods. A twig snaps a few feet to the left of me, so I veer off to make sure I am not going to get snitched on. That is when I feel it. Something hit me in the back of the head once. I scream. I fell to my knees. Twice. Trying to stay awake. Third time. Darkness.
I wake up to dirt being thrown over my face. Cannot speak. Cannot breathe. More darkness. The last thing I hear is a garbled voice.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen."
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Vanishing
Mystery / ThrillerThe ten year anniversary of a missing friend and sister has come to pass. When six people are brought together under false pretenses to figure out what happened that fateful night it turns deadly.
