Survivor (Scream Fan Fiction)

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"When was the last time you seen Jake Fitzgerald?"

"About a week ago. We had a fight at his house and I left. I seen him at school the next morning but he wasn't in any of my classes."

"Has he texted you any since your fight?"

"No. I sent him a text but he hasn't responded."

"Okay. We're almost done. How long have you two been together and how long have you known each other?"

"Been together 4 months knew each other about 8."

"Okay. You can go down to the library now. If you need anything at all you call me, Dakota." Miguel told me. I nodded before walking down to the library.

I stopped when I seen a cop by Kieran and reached in, pulling a gun from Kieran's bag.

Instantly I hurried the other way. "What's your name?" The lady guarding the door asked. "Dakota Jensen." She instantly let me inside.

"Dakota, you look like you just seen a ghost." Noah told me. "Kieran had a gun in his locker." I whispered as quiet as I could. Noah froze. "Holy crap." Noah said.

"How are you though? Holding together?" Brooke asked. "Am I supposed to be holding it together?" I asked. Brooke lightly chuckled and shook her head.

All of a sudden there was a sudden commotion and I seen a group punching a guy in the middle of the group.

It took me just a second to recognize him.

Gustavo Acosta.

I jumped out of my seat and tried to push my way through until I finally did, standing in front of Stavo. "Don't touch him again!" I pulled my best friend up who leaned mostly on me before helping him away from the group.

Miguel came over and helped me with Stavo as we walked back out of the room and down the hall. "Are you okay?" I asked him.
Stavo nodded but he stumbled. "Okay sit down a second. You could have a concussion." I gently made Stavo sit down and he looked up at me. "Thanks." His voice was barely a whisper. "You're welcome. I'd do anything for you, Stavo."

After a while, I helped Stavo back up and we walked down the hall toward Maggie. "He needs stitches." I told Maggie.

Maggie nodded as Stavo sat down on the table as directed, Maggie stitching up his head. I sat down next to him, my head on his shoulder hugging his arm.

Maggie finished the stitches and they left us. "Who did this?" I whispered. "No one." Stavo sighed. "Stavo." I warned. "Your sister grabbed my tablet and showed them my drawings. The ones I showed you the other day. They started beating the living crap out of me." Stavo said.

I froze when I felt liquid soak through my top. I looked down and seen blood soaking through my shirt. "Dad!" Stavo yelled, laying me down on the ground. "Oh my God. Her stitches reopened." Maggie said. "Its okay, Dakota."

After that everything was just a blur.