Alive >> Jake Fitzgerald << Scream

Forty.

This isn't the end of the story there's gonna be like five more chapters then it's the end so don't worry about it yet guys and I'm sorry it took me like two months to post this but I wanted to get this chapter right because it's like the longest one I've written and it's the end of season one, and yes I am writing season two but there's a twist, JAKE ISNT GOING TO DIE, can I get an amen?

Enjoy everyone!

Everything had gone to shit so fast, one moment I had fallen asleep against Jake's chest beside the pool and the next, I woke up, and I was being tied up with rope by the killer.

"Help me! Please! Somebody help!"

I couldn't move. I was lay flat on my back like a turtle, I was tied up, and that vicious psychopath had tied me up with a breeze block. And I knew, that the second I hit the water, I'd sink to the bottom of the pool like a rock. And I knew I was going to die there. And I knew that my friends would probably find my body. I didn't want to die. I didn't want my friends to have to find another body. I didn't want Jake to have to do that again, every single death had hit him hard and I didn't want mine to do that to him too.

"Please, if I'm going to die, just tell me why you're doing this? Why me and Emma? Why my friends?" I begged for an answer, "Why Jake?"

But I never got one, because I was shoved into the water and I was drowning. As I sunk to the bottom of the pool, I could see the killer's retreating figure run in the direction of the lake but I chose not to think about that psycho's escape in my last moments.

I was going to die alone. Just like Rachel, just like Riley and just like Tyler and just like Nina. I would finally be with my friends again, even if I was leaving a couple behind.

As the oxygen began to leave my body, and my vision became blurred, I thought about the regrets I'd had in life.

My friends. Maybe if I'd never become friends with them then some would still be alive and some would never have gotten hurt.

Not being able to tell Kieran that our father was dead. That one felt like a kick in the ass, because it was my brother who would hurt the most, he wouldn't know his Dad was dead and he wouldn't know his little sister was dead.

Not being able to say goodbye. I knew that that one couldn't be helped as my death hadn't been my choice, but it still hurt to think about all the same.

And lastly,

Jake Fitzgerald. Perhaps if I had kept away from him, perhaps if I'd never let him care for me, perhaps if I'd never loved him, then he wouldn't be in pain when he lost another person.

That was the last thing I wanted, for Jake to be pain.

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"Come on! Stay with me Lydia! Please!"

"Don't do this to me, come on!"