Camp • a 5SOS fanfiction

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"Get down!" Luke pushed on my back so I was running with my knees close to my chest.

Everything was happening so quickly that I couldn't cooperate with anything that was going on. We had to find a room, and quick.

Luke's hand pressed harshly on the small of my back as he kicked open a door pushing the both of us in. We couldn't run down stairs making it easier to lead the man into our camp out and we'd have to shift again. Also we didn't want the other boys to be put into any danger while we're at it.

My vision was blurred in my left eye as I tried searching my surroundings with my good eye. The warmth of the blood trickled down over my eye and the side of my face slowly seeping into the cracks of my lips. I wasn't to sure what exactly happened but all I could remember was the whistle of a knife nearing behind me as we ran, I spun around the blade just missing my skull and slicing over top of my forehead leaving me to be blinded by my own blood. I touched over the cut, swiping away the blood trying to clear it.

Luke reached into the pack pulling out his clean hoodie quickly pressing it over my head, wincing feeling the fabric glue to the fluids.

"You were hit," his voice was hushed.

"No shit Sherlock." I pressed my hand over the jacket holding it steadily in place hoping the blood would stop running soon. Luke was one of those people to would state the obvious, it's like yes, I know.

I could see Luke was growing nervous and impatient biting the tips of his nails. I looked down at my own noticing the length they've grown making me run my nails over my arm.

"I thought we sorted him."

"Woah woah hold up, you killed him?!"I jumped back slightly my bum coming into contact with the floor.

"No! What- no, of course not what the hell!" His face turned a shade of red, his fist clenching. "We just knocked him out that's all and threw him in a cupboard." He shrugged like it was no matter.

I felt okay that they did this but also horrid that they just threw him in a cupboard.

"Just threw him in a cupboard," I mocked rolling my eyes.

"Well- yeah," he mumbled wiping a hand over his face.

Well you didn't do it well enough, I thought in my head.

I tasted the metallic taste of blood seeping down my throat, so I turned my head spitting it up for it to cover the floor in splatters of red. Luke's face scrunched up in disgust and almost like horror as he stared blankly at the mess I'd just made.

"Oh like that's the worst thing you've seen this week," I complained resting my arm over my knee. I wiped the outside of my mouth attempting to rid the spare dried blood that made my lips feel cracked.

Luke reached into his pocket pulling out an iPhone, it wasn't his. I instantly reached for it slapping it out from his hands making it scatter loudly across the floor.

"What the hell B!" He shouted in a whisper.

"Look where that damn thing got us, do you really want to continue with this shit for it to end up doing something worse?!" I pointed towards the phone my eyes wide at the blue eyed boy.

"It's at least a try," he reached back for it, his hand glazing over some of the blood on the floor.

I brought my feet to heave me up, instantly regretting it feeling the daze in my eyes and head. I slightly stumbled reaching out for the nearest thing to grab which was a wooden chair. My fingers grazed over the harsh surface, succeeding to stable myself.