Hide and Go Kill

Chapter Six

Natalie's POV

"Shh it's going to be okay," Jason murmured and I silently wiped my tears.

It's true I'm scared to die. If I was scared before, I was terrified now. Yes, I know we would all die someday, somehow. I just didn't expect for it to be this way.

To be hunted in a dark house with no way out.

At the moment, we were in a bedroom. We had just passed Chris hanging above the stairs, dead, and instead of me comforting Jason because of his friend's death, he was comforting me.

He had decided to walk up the stairs, hoping that there wouldn't be more than one trap on the stair case. The hardest part was walking passed his dead body.

His once beating heart was now still, and the blood that ran through his veins was now staining the floor beneath him.

After walking passed him, we basically sprinted the rest of the way up the stairs.

We ran into the first room we could find and made sure the door was locked before hiding in the closet.

I was probably making a fool out of myself, but I didn't care. Tears stained my cheeks and all I could picture was Jason's dead body.

His throat was sliced and the blood was dripping on the floor, the only sound you could hear was drops of blood dropping from his head to the puddle beneath him.

He had so much to live for and in a blink of an eye he was dead.

"It's not okay," I whispered back, "we're going to end up like him," I covered my mouth and Jason cupped my face and have me a firm look.

"No," he said, determination lacing his words, "we will survive. We won't end up like him."

I looked into his brown eyes and shook my head sadly, looking down at my hands.

"Death isn't always expected, Jason," I muttered and was shocked when he grabbed my hands and held them firmly.

"Don't speak that way," he spoke in a strict voice and I tried to swallow the thick lump in my throat.

"I don't wanna die Jason," I whimpered and he pulled me closer to him, resting my head on his chest and stroking my hair.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you. I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered, "I'd die first."

I gasped and pulled back, "no, you can't do that!" I whisper yelled and he looked at me calmly.

"I can and I will. I'd do anything for you," I looked at him in confusion.

"Why?" My voice cracked as I asked him, but I ignored it.

"I- uh," he rubbed the back of his neck and suddenly looked nervous, "I have a confession to make."

My eyebrows furrowed and I locked my eyes with his. They were flicking back and forth in nervousness and he shakily took a deep breath.

"What is it?" I whispered back, feeling a little bit of his nerves besides the fear consuming me.

"I uh, ever since third grade, I kinda, well," he stuttered and I was suddenly really confused.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down and he closed his eyes.

"Ever since third grade, when I saw you for the first time, I thought you were the prettiest girl," I felt my eyes widen and I opened my mouth, but no words came out, "and ever since then, I've developed feelings for you. And they haven't left."