Freak.

Eleven

Jessica's POV:
I did as I was told, not wanting to make Samantha angry. It was silent in the forest. Suddenly the silence was broken by Samantha's voice.

Samantha: "What do you think?"

Me: "What?"

I was confused at her question. Thought of what?

Samantha: "What do you think about me?"

I was slightly taken aback by her question.

Me: "What do you mean?"

Samantha: "I mean describe me."

Me: "U-Um..your pretty?"

She chuckled. What else was I supposed to say? Am I not telling her what he wants to hear?

Samantha: "No. I mean be honest. I'm not going to kill you. And I asked you, so if you were to say something insulting, I did ask honestly so I can't pin that on you. We've never met, describe how you see me. What do you think would go on in a killer's head?"

She was fair, so I decided to trust her.

Me: "I guess you do look kind of scary. I'm really not trying to be mean but-" I was cut off before I could finish my sentence.

Samantha: "That is understandable. I would call someone splattered in blood scary as well. Please, go on."

Me: "Well, as far as your mind goes, I would say that's probably a lot of....death goes on up there?"

She smiled sadly at her shoes. Did I say something wrong? Is she going to kill me?

Samantha: "On the contrary, I think about life."

Me: "What?"

Life. I never would've guessed it. Why life?

Me: "Why life? Why not other things considering life is over once you've taken one."

Samantha: "But it's not over. In fact, it's only begun. Tell me about your life."

This is weird. She just killed my friends and now she wants to hear my life story?

Me: "Well, my parents and I as well as my sister live in an apartment. My sister and I are basically inseparable, and as far as friends go....they're...."

Samantha: "I'm sorry."

I thought back to my friends. About Hunter, Sara, Tammy, and Charles. I knew Sara since 5th grade, and I just met Hunter last year. Tammy and Charles were friends before I knew them. And now here I stand alone. 9th grade and just in minutes my friends are dead. And it's all her fault.

Me: "How could you be sorry!?" I snapped.

Her eyes seemed to get sadder.

Samantha: "I didn't ask to be a horror story!" She cried. "I didn't ask for this...." She put her hands over her eyes and sobbed.

I felt bad. But angry as well.

Samantha: "I would give anything just to go back to the day I killed Darren....anything. I would've just gone on through High-school. I should've just gone on through High-school. I shouldn't have killed Darren."

For some reason I started to cry too.

Me: "Why did you kill him?"

Samantha: "When I was young, I had a mother and a father. My mother is gone. But my father, I could care less of where he is. My name was Freak to him. I was nothing but a Freak. He left me three years ago. Alone."

Me: "So when people call you a freak, they remind you of your father and-"

Samantha: "And I kill them because....the last thing I want is to hear my father again." She said, tears streaming down her face.

And here we were. Two teenaged girls crying in a forest.

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I know, I know...this chapter was really crappy, BUT that is ok. I was just bored so I decided to write another chapter. Hope you liked it :)