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THIRTY TWO | BE ALRIGHT

I'm gonna finish writing all of this today bc I know what I'm gonna write I'm just lazy. I know, I need to not be lazy :|

Also pretend Willa isn't in the pic bc she's dead. Also, this entire chapter is happening as Chris is drowning, not before or after

Fumes by EDEN

BEX

I ignored every message, every phone call, and every voicemail from my friends. I turned the radio up so I wouldn't hear the phone ringing. I can't tell them what's happening, what I did.

I'm going to find her, and they can't help me. Not this time. Willa's murder was all over the news, they found her body. I cried while I drove, slamming the button to turn the radio off.

I couldn't stand the sound of it. I couldn't stand any of it. "Son of a bitch!" I screamed as traffic stopped for the fifth time, and I waited it out. Of course, by honking my horn a whole bunch of times.

I thought of the many places Chris would be, or any places the killer could have taken her. I pulled over in the middle of no where, fully frustrated and feeling defeated. "Fuck!" I screamed out, slamming my palm on the steering wheel. I ignored the pain in my hand, running my fingers through my hair. I picked up my phone, to see a missed message from the infamous unknown number.

I slid my phone open immediately, and began reading the message.

Drip drop, tick tock. Times running out...

"What does that mean?" I asked myself angrily. I asked the killer what I meant, but I got nothing. He didn't tell me anything. I let out an angered scream, throwing my phone to the passenger seat and started the car once again.

As I drove, I thought about what it could mean. Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop. I repeated the phrase in my head, but I still couldn't make sense of it. I was getting frustrated at this point, and I began crying out of pure anger and fear.

I pulled over again, I needed a minute to breathe, even though I knew I didn't have a minute. She could die any minute, or already be dead. Either way I knew I needed to get to her. I couldn't let her die. Not like this.

"Please help me," I pleaded. I didn't know who exactly I was pleading to, but I was pleading to someone. The killer wants me to play a game, and it ends with death on my side, and they always win. I can't seem to get around the game they play.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, pleading every second. My face was completely drenched in tears, my thoughts in dark places.

I was lost. I was driving down these roads confused, unable to even think. I was running out of time. I knew this game, it felt all too familiar. That's when I got a text message.

She lies where she made this mess. It's her fault.

"Where she made the mess... What?" I said to myself, re reading the text message several times. I was still driving down the road, speeding. There were trees near my car, and that's when I realized where I was. I realized where she was. I was driving toward the lake, that's where she is.