"Oh my god! Put some fucking alcohol on this bitch!" Josh screamed. "Hold on! Hold on." I yelled trying to grab at the old bottle of rubbing alcohol that was under the bloody table that josh was spread out on. I kept my hand up on his leg trying to stop the bleeding. "Josh I can't reach it!" I cried. I searched the room looking for something to help him. I glanced over at the hatchet in corner that Josh had used to get us this far. I let go of Josh's leg to grab the hatchet as soon as I let go of his leg it started to bleed more. "I'm sorry." I said looking into his green eyes. I raised the hatchet in the air bringing it down above the bite mark that got us into this mess. I chopped bellow the knee as hard as I could as Josh screamed bloody murder. After about three chops to the leg it was all the way off and Josh was passed out.. Or dead. The room was finally silent with out all of the screams. I wrapped his leg in towels and any cloth I could find. I slid down the wall till I felt my body hit the ground.
I sat there looking at the bloody hatchet that now lays next to the metal table that has my unconscious friend with half a leg that's probably dead on it. I yawned as I laid my head down on my backpack.
about fifteen minutes later...
*groans and moans*
I opened my eyes realizing I fell asleep. I stood up and walked to josh's table worried he might have died while I was sleeping. Only he wasn't on the table. I looked to the other side of the bloody metal table and saw what I expected. "Why.? All that work for this?" I groaned walking over and picking up the hatchet. "You couldn't just have listened to me could you?" I said as I swung the hatchet down on his head. "Bastard."
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FanfictionMarley Johnson, a teenager who grew up in the midwest finds herself living with people she calls her family. But, are not her real family. The world she once knew growing up in iowa is now gone. All she knows now is how to stab a knife into rotten f...
