Snow Day

Somebody Catch My Breathe POV: Mary Brannen

as i sat curled up in jane's room, i could hear crashes coming from the bathroom down the hallway. footsteps. i pulled my legs to my chest, leaning my head against the wall.

"please, let this entire thing be over soon," i whispered to myself, to my dying friends, to anyone who was listening. "i just want to live."

a few minutes passed, long after the crashes stopped, and i decided to push myself up. i stumbled into the hallway, apologizing to the door for knocking into it.

i crept down the hallway and pushed the bathroom door open, half-expecting some freaky chainsaw murderer to chop me to bits. instead, claire was lying dead on the floor, in a pool of her own blood.

i gagged, noticing the axe propped up on the wall beside of her, blood splattered across the blade. i spun around and ran.

but what was i running from? i didn't know, i just wanted to get away from whatever this nightmare was. i wanted to get away from whatever sick and twisted game this was.

i stopped in the living room, i was crying now. i leaned against the cabinet and rubbed my eyes. "y-you can do this," i whispered to no one.

footsteps. i panicked, and ran to hide, crouching behind the couch. the footsteps stopped, for a second, just long enough for me to calm down and peer around the sofa. i could hear the footsteps again, and something was being dragged across the floor.

they were coming from beside the staircase, and i shuddered. a figure appeared, and they were dragging... a body. the figure was blurry.

even though it was dark, i could barely see that the body, a girl, had blondish hair tied up in a ponytail. jenna?

was she dead? probably. i could feel tears coming, again.

i rubbed my eyes, sniffing, and i decided it was best to stay behind the couch. i curled up on the floor, shutting my eyes.

in the almost complete silence of the house, i could hear people shuffling throughout the rooms. i couldn't take much more of this. plus, i was extremely tired. i had taken a melatonin before the movie, expecting to fall asleep.

time ticked past, and i stayed there, waiting for death, or sleep. either one would be fine.

nothing happened. even hiding from a psychopath was boring to me.

i got up, stumbling, and wandered aimlessly towards the kitchen. i looked up, to see an oddly small shadow standing in the doorway.

"hello?" i called quietly. no response.

i backed away, just a few steps, then turned and bolted. i couldn't escape death itself, but i could try.

i ran up the stairs, and back to the closet, where i cowered in the corner, hoping that no one would come.

the same footsteps, coming closer and closer with every second. i shivered, yet again. the closet door cracked open, and i squeaked, sinking to my knees, shutting my eyes.

a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my shrieks, and pulled me up. the figure dragged me backwards into a wall, and i could smell something weird. cheetos? those were cheetos.

my head slammed against the wall as i reached up to pry the hand away from my mouth. i opened my eyes again, and i saw the glare of a knife in their hands.

i barely got a glimpse of my killer's face. wait... no.... was it..?

my thoughts were cut short by the knife above my head. i closed my eyes before i could see the knife come down, then pain seared through my stomach.

i fell to the floor and i opened my eyes once again. they were leaving me to die.

i curled up on the floor, blood spilling onto my hands. i could hear shrill, psychotic laughter as they walked down the hallway.

i gasped for breath, the room spinning. it was getting darker, fading.

with my last moments in this world, i hummed "goner" softly, then everything was gone.