"No." I said, at the verge of tears. "I'm sorry." She simply said, looking down. "I didn't-- I mean I did, but I didn't know..." something about the way she said it made me realize she was the one who killed her. "Wait.... did you actually.... did you--- what the actual hell!?" I got up and looked down at her, who simply stared with wide eyes and said, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry we can talk about this later but please--please don't stand up like that.... they'll see you." Her tone was surprinsingly calm. Calmer than it should've been. "No." I said, tears already streaming down my broken expression. "Please," she practically begged, "They're going to kill you if you go out there!" she said through gritted teeth. I smirked sarcastically. "Not like you care, I mean--you already killed Nicole so I don't doubt you will care to think twice before slicing my head off with an axe." She remained quiet, so I grabbed my things and started to walk away before she could answer.
Hours had gone by, I knew. It was getting dark and once again I had lost an ally. Ugh, perfect. Just perfect. How was I supposed to survive now!? Right! Angel! I have to find him. I have to. I have nothing to lose anyway, well, besides my life, that is.
** NICOLE'S POV**
Bitch thought she killed me.... hhahaha yea, no. I swear I would've sliced her damn head off if I could've. A sound from the woods interrupted my thinking. Maybe some killing will ease my temper. I laid my back flat on a nearby tree. Bitches gonna die tonight, I thought and slowly pulled out a knife, keeping it close to me. When I was about to throw it, I heard a voice. A familiar voice. I heard carefully, making sure to capture and process every word. "Oh yea, and that girl, haha, she's dead. For real man, did you like see her?" Laughter. "Like, please, I don't even know how she's still alive... maybe got help from her allies or something, though if I was one of them, I would't think twice before killing her...." Another voice took over, this one I didn't recognize, "Yea... but you don't think twice before doing anything, so I don't think that counts..." More laughter. Another voice came in, this time a girl's, and it made me panic thinking there were three people right behind this tree who were ruthless and would kill me without previous consideration. "You guys are like--ugh, we have to keep moving! We'll find that Valentina girl and kill her soon enough, now move it! Someone could be listening..." I heard someone smirk and then footsteps that became distant within seconds. After I was calm enough to give the conversation my mental opinion, I basically exploted inside, "Shit!" I half whispered half groaned. "I have to find her, last thing I need is for her to get killed...." Or at least that's what I thought...
**ADRIANA'S POV**
Ugh, shoot, she didn't even give me a chance to answer--or I was just too shocked to. Whatever, the point is that I didn't get to explain, I didn't get to explain why I did it, why I killed her. All the things I could've said to her spin around in my head, waiting to be used. This was annoying me. Walking around with all these heavy things was making me sweat and was making my hair all oily and itchy. I hated when they said I couldn't wear any bows. Please, If I'm going to die, I want to die fabulous. Without a bow, I just don't know how people manage to look somewhat human with these hideous suits. Ew, ew, ew. This is a total nightmare. Couldn't they at least have like showers or something? Like, ugh. I hate being sweaty and like not straightening my hair is the worst part! I.HATE.IT. Just before I could keep complaining, I heard someone call out my name, and when I turn around I see who I least excpected to see, Angel. "H-hi," he was hot. But still, bows were better. Bows before boys. Always. Anyway, he grinned. "Good thing we're allies." He said, he took a knife out of his pocket, "But what is this? Everyone's killing their allies anyway...." he smiled and took a step closer, and before I knew it, a light filled the room, and I felt a cold sting as the light turned into darkness. Complete darkness.
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Roomscapes I - survive
Romantizm"I know you've been hurt." he said, an ashamed tear making its way down his flawless face, "And I can help you. Let me fix it." he took a step forward, his action recklessly perfect. "Fix what?" I asked, shaking my head as hurt tears made their wa...