2012- The End of the Earth

Chapter Sixteen

"Why don't you just leave her alone?" Zayn asked.

"Because she a nobody and someone has to be mean to her." Dylan replied.

"Why?" Lucy asked.

"Because she's a loser and shouldn't be alive."

"Why shouldn't she be alive?" Harry's voice was deadly.

"Because. You guys don't know her childhood. You don't know what she did."

"What did she do? Tell us." Louis said.

"It's her story." 

"That never stopped you before." Niall pointed out.

"That's true." Dylan thought for a moment as he nodded in agreement.

"So what's her story?" Harry asked.

"Sam never did anything bad." Lucy said.

"This was before you guys were her friends."

"So tell us the story and stop stalling." Liam said. "Unless there is no story."

"Oh, there's a story. She was in 5th grade. She saw a murder right before her eyes and the murderer then started beating her. She should’ve died right then and there, but she didn’t. Instead she played dead and the guy stabbed her and ran off. The murderer became missing and she never told the FBI what she saw.

She saw a killing and soon that guy turned into a serial killer. She could have stopped him and saved many lives, but she didn’t. She was selfish! She said that she tripped and fell. And then landed on a knife, well dagger. She is a murderer! She may not have killed them herself, but she was the one that saw and didn’t tell. The guy was never seen until a year later when he came to kill her. That guy killed my father who was protecting my sister! She could have saved so many but nope! She was too selfish.

He escaped before we could call the police. She was found in an ally close to death again, but this time the guy had a knife in his shoulder. She had three open wounds and 1 internal. She almost killed the guy, but she said that she didn't mean to. She was always a liar and from then on a murderer. She wasn't the victim! If she was then she would have told the FBI the truth. She could have been arrested and accused of murder. If she had just told the stupid truth, my family would be together! Everyone then teamed up against her. They made her life horrible and no one liked her since I told them that she killed my father. And it was true! But then she found Nina and Lucy." Dylan finished.

"That's not true." Lucy said.

"Dylan! Your father was like mine! And I said that I blacked out, okay? I was going to but he punched me in the head so I lost my memory! I said I tripped and fell because I didn't know what else to say. When I saw him on TV, I remembered. I was upset so when I saw him and he charged at me I tried to get in a punch. I stabbed him in the arm and you weren't the one that almost died. You weren't the one that had no clue what happened. I basically lived under a rock! Do you really think that I knew he was going to go around murdering people? I couldn't talk again to the FBI because they were too busy. I know it's my fault and I have that guilt every single day. But how would you know this? Wait, how do you know about that? I never told anyone so it must mean that you were there too." I said getting out of my tent.

"I heard you mutter it in your sleep." Dylan said not looking at me.

"Sure. Plus it's my story. And he was already on the road, so how would I know where he was going to be and what he was going to do? Okay, so part of it is my fault, yes. But I wouldn't have made a difference! It's not my fault I forgot. It's not the FBI's fault that they couldn't find him. It's his fault." I told him.

"You caused my father's death." He continued to scowl and glare at the ground.

"I didn't cause anything! I didn't! I couldn't remember till it was too late and he was gone. It's not my fault I couldn't remember!" I yelled at him.

"You're lying!"

"That was when I was 9 or 10! It's not all my fault! You can't put all the blame on me! I tried! Okay? I tried. I tried to help but I couldn't. I helped as much as I could." I said to him in a weak voice.

"You didn't try."

"I got him in an ally where I stabbed him when I knew I was about to die. I was facing death head on. Do you really think that it was going to be something normal? I was a 10 year old who was beaten and frightened. You didn’t have either. You would have been scared like me." I told him.

"You are a baby. Scared to help." I threw up my hands and sighed in frustration.

"I not arguing with you about this. I'm sorry for your loss. He was like my father too. So it's not only your loss." I told him. I turned back. "Also, it's my story, so you shouldn't be telling it! Yes, your father died but that was only a part of it. You explained my story with a little mix of yours. Don't talk about me like I'm not here. I can hear you!" With that I sent my tent up with a force so big, there was a big sound when the sides met.

"Grumpy." I heard Dylan mutter. I pressed my finger down and then Dylan went flying off the cliff again by a pillar that came out of the ground. Five minutes later he came back floating on a rock that was on fire.

"Ouch." He said then set my tent on fire. In a flash it went out. I then fell asleep, hoping that this nightmare would end.