(Good news before the chapter starts! Davey is well. He only has a bad concussion and his brain is NOT bleeding. Thank you for all of those who prayed!❤️)
I ran down the hall
I walked down to the main hall to see who it was.
I was bewildered.
I thought I locked it...
Apparently not!
"Hello? Is anyone here?" A voice of a man shouted.
It was Tyler.
My science partner.
"Ew. What do you want?" I asked him.
"I'm looking for Sam. I know that you guys come here sometimes but I didn't see you on the roof. I also know that you guys don't leave until 3:00 in the morning for some reason...so I checked in here and I see you now. I'm kinda confused right now so where's Sam?" He said.
"Why do you need him?" I asked quietly.
"We're best friends. I'm just not in your little group."
I fell to the floor, landing on my knees.
I was forced.
Forced to hurt my friends.
Forced to trap them.
I said this to myself because I knew that it was true.
If I tried to explain to the others, they'd be mad.
So I'll explain to you:
I did this to my friends for popularity.
A women named Gracie Ellmen was an upcoming director and screenwriter. She saw me a local Starbucks and offered me a role as a murder/psycho in her short film. There was one catch though...we had to do the actual murdering on screen.
I accepted the offer and asked if Max could participate as well.
She said that would be fine, but we had to use people that we actually knew. Specifically my friends.
My only other friends other than Max were Jenna, Sam and Taylor.
This is what I meant by letting my popularity take over.
I then agreed and this is where I am now.
Trying to murder my friends.
There had to be a stop to it.
"What's wrong?" Tyler asked me.
"Follow me," I said while swallowing.
"Okay..."
I had to show him the room where the directors were in...for proof.
Sam would believe Tyler.
I grabbed his arm and entered the room.
Guns were pointing at us!
I might have just put Tyler in danger now...
I really screwed up.
I put my gun out towards Gracie.
I needed to save Tyler.
