Jen's POV:
My whole body is in pain from my tumble down the stairs, and all I can do is lie on the floor.
I hear the door open and the lights flick on, momentarily blinding me.
"Woah, she looks terrible" I hear Josh say.
I look up and see Sean, Josh, Derrick, and Greg coming down the stairs. Are they here to punish me?
"Jen, are you okay?" Sean asks.
I guess not.
I try to voice a 'no,' but a cry comes out instead.
"You must be hungry. Here, I brought you a peanut butter sandwich" Derrick says, holding it out in front of me.
I look away. I can't eat. I don't want to prolong my suffering.
"You'll feel a lot better if you eat," Greg says and puts a red apple in front of my face.
Derrick sighs and sets the plate with my peanut butter sandwich on the floor. Greg sets the apple on top of the sandwich.
"We feel bad about your situation Jen, and we're trying to help you" Josh says.
"All of you are murderers!" I yell.
Sean squats down next to me and says, "And you're not on our list to dissect, or shoot, or stab, or..."
"Stop it!" I yell again, bloody images flying through my head.
I suddenly turn around and spot a familiar chair. "You killed Liam there" I say while pointing at the chair.
"Come on, you didn't even like him" Derrick chides.
"I don't care, he was still a person!" I fight.
"A bad one. And if you, Jen, turn out to be one too, then you'll most likely end up in that chair as well" Sean threatens.
"But we're trying to help you" Josh says.
"Fine. I'll eat. But please just leave me alone" I say.
The group looks at each other and then they head up the stairs. I hear the door shut and lock, but thankfully the lights stay on.
