Me and Reagan walk into the small church together, I feel so sick at even the thought of what happened. I clutch onto my stomach, my bandage tightly wrapped around my wound I look around the chapel to see the dusty seats and animal like scratches on the wood. "We should look around if anything's in here" Reagan says to me, I just nod looking away from her.
Walking down the halls I feel a sense of fear creeping up but I ignore it, looking into a small changing room and confession. They're empty, thankfully and I walk back to the entrance... Where's Reagan? I start to scramble around, looking under the stands and chairs back to the rooms where I looked before but nothing.
"Reagan this isn't funny, you can't just scare me into forgiving you."
No response. I think I'm gonna throw up. My mind fills with rage and terror unable to choose which one to feel, I walk out the front door but again, nothing. I go back inside and head into the hall to see a door I never seen before, the back door. I twist the knob and peek in before seeing a horrific sight.
a squelching sound and faint smacking of the lips I see Reagan eating a halfway rotten squirrel, before she could look behind herself I quietly close the door, feeling my heart pounding and stomach twist in disgust. As I walk down back to the main entrance I hear the door open why is my best friend a weird lesbian freak.
"Kelia." "W...What." "I know what you saw."
I gulp, looking behind my shoulder to see her glaring daggers at me. "I don't know what you're talking about, that wasn't me." I'm such a liar.
"Oh so something else is with us?" "Maybe" I say sarcastically, though I really hope not
"I was hungry" "When are you not fat ass"
I can hear her chuckle a bit from my remark. "I missed you" My eyebrow raises at the response
"I've been with you this whole time Reagan" "I know... But I missed you"
I understand but you can't blame me for being upset, you really can't. I don't say it out loud though, I'm already creeped out of my mind. As the sun sets we block the doors and make sure windows are closed for the night, they don't have any locks here unfortunately. I meet back with Reagan into the changing room, it's surprisingly comfy with a lit candle and the preachers gowns laid onto the floor as little sleeping bags
"Are you ready for bed?" "Uh, yeah I am" "Okay"
I lay away from her, taking the gowns with me and lay down, not closing my eyes yet, until I just simply pass out.
I wake up in the middle of the night, looking over to see Reagan asleep finally it's a rare sight considering every time I sleep I swear she watches me, though the only time I saw her was only once but then I was half asleep and couldn't tell clearly.
I rub my eyes and sit up oh shoot I forgot my bottled water at the entrance, I stand up grabbing my camera for flash and walking to the door, creaking it open and going into the hallway I feel my hair stick up, and a pair of eyes looking at the back of my neck
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