Britneys P.O.V
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"This is all your fault." She snarled at me through the darkness, her voice sharp and cold. It didnt sound like her usual self, there was something different, something not there.
"If you couldve just stopped being such a prick about everything, if you wouldnt always have a stick up your ass, I wouldnt be in this mess!"
Her voice was roaring, all its usual sweetness, gone. It didnt sound like my best friend, but behind it all it was still her voice. Just coming from a different person, it had to be. I looked everywhere, desperate to catch a glimpse of this person, whoever they were, but all that I saw was darkness. All I could hear, was darkness. I could feel it sweeping over me, consuming me as if I was just another spot it had missed.
"Hes going to drag you down, just like me. Hes going to make you disappear like the speck of dust you are, not like anyone would care anyways." I could hear the smirk in her voice, teasing, taunting me. "I mean why would they? Everyone that even tries giving a damn about you either gets flipped off or cursed out because theyre being 'nosy'. Or am I wrong?"
My body froze at these words. She was completely and utterly right. Not once had I ever let someone be nice to me because I automatically assumed they were just using me. It was a wonder how I could even manage less than a hand full of people talking to me without accusing them of something in my head.
"Hes going to be the end for you." she murmured. This time her voice was nearer, almost beside me. However no matter how hard I tried, all I could see was that darkness. The same darkness as the one in those eyes that I see every single time I shut my eyes.
"Its your fault!" she suddenly shouted, appearing in front of me as if some kind of cloud of hopes.
My hopes quickly turned into my worst nightmare. If I could have clawed my own eyes out at that very moment, I would have done it without a breath of hesitation.
She looked sick, dirty. Her skin was pale and wrinkly almost, dehydration maybe. Starvation was certain, she was thinner than I had ever seen her, clearly not healthy. Her usual silky hair was thin and greasy, sticking to her hallowed cheeks firmly. Her lips were a deep shade, a combination of blue and purple, the same color as the dark bags under her eyes.
"This?" she scoffs and shakes her head, giving me one of the most hate filled looks I have ever witnessed. "Its nothing in comparison to whats going to happen to you." She smirks.
"Nia, please." I breathe softly, finding my voice despite it all. "I never wanted this to happen to you. If I had known I never would have gone to that party, I would have made sure that I never even met Cole!" my breath came to me raggedly, the silent tears pouring down my cheeks, uncontrollably.
She tilted her head to the side and smiled. It wasn't her usual smile, no. It was something that I could only describe as a psychopaths grin. A murderer finally getting the victim, the last thing you see in a horror movie before being slashed to death.
"You stupid, stupid, naive girl." she laughs dryly, the mere sound sending shivers throughout my body. "You think Im talking about Cole?" she cocked an eyebrow, watching me waryly.
My mouth went dry. Who else would she be talking about? Before all this happened I had only met two people, Cole and Alex. There was no possible way she was talking about Alex, why would she be? Alex was the one sitting here, day in and day out, doing everything he could to find her. He was intimidating at times, ill give him that, but a killer? There was just no way.
