scream ↠ 5sos (WATTYS 2017)

07

chapter seven;

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i walk to the bathroom after running from ashton to get my thoughts straight. i sighed, and set my bag on the counter. i look in the mirror and wipe under my eyes to rid them of the smeared mascara.

"she was never attacked, i think she made it all up." i heard someone in the stall say. i slowly picked up my bag and tiptoed to the stall at the very end of the bathroom, locking the door after stepping in so i could listen to the conversation.

"but why would she lie about something like that?" another girl asked the first.

"for attention, duh. that girl has some serious issues. what if she did it? what if evelyn killed jessie and jack?" i imagined this faceless girl's expression. like a lightbulb appearing above her head.

"now, why would she do that? evelyn mcadams has no reason to murder that poor girl, jessie." i heard the girl walk out of the stall.

"maybe she wanted her boyfriend, jack. she probably killed them out of a jealous-rage." the other walked out, joining her at the sink in front of the mirrors.

now, i scoffed at that one. these girls don't even know me. how could someone come up with an assumption like that?

"what would evelyn want with jack? she's got that perfect boyfriend of hers." the girl sighed. "ashton irwin is absolutely stunning." i rolled my eyes, trying to fight the tears.

"maybe she's a slut just like her mother." that put me on the edge. i began to silently sob, trying to drown out those girls' comments.

"you're evil." the second girl shook her head.

"please, it's a common fact her mother was a tramp!" she protested.

"hey, cut her some slack. she watched her mom get butchered." the other pointed out.

"and it fucked her up royally. think about it: her mother's death left her cruel and hostile in an inhuman world. she's delusional. she's completely suicidal. one day, she decides its enough and wants to off-herself, then she sees the only way out is that homicide is therapeutic. then she goes on a killing spree." the girl shrugged, putting lip gloss on.

"where the hell are you getting this shit?" the other girl rolled her eyes.

"dr. phil, my friend." she put the gloss in her bag and began to walk towards the door.

"you're pathetic!" the girl laughed.

i hear the girls leave the bathroom, still bickering about me. i sigh, and unlock the door and step out. i then hear faint whispers.

"evelyn." they drag my name out.

"is someone there?" i turn around, but there's nothing. just empty stalls. i shake my head, turning back to the mirror. i run some water from the faucet and wash my face a bit, before my name is whispered again. but this time, louder.

i get on the ground on all fours, dipping my head down to look under each stall. nothing. no feet, no items, zilch.

but once i get to the stall closest to the door, i see legs with black combat boots, slipping a cloak over their body. i jump up and bolt towards my bag, grabbing it and running out the door.