I slowly walk up the steps to my cabin feeling the cool breeze against the nape of my neck, it's dead silent except the occasional chirp of a cricket. The breeze whistles through the midnight air. I pull open the door of my cabin and stumble into the dark and lay in my bed a huge grin on my face, my fingers trace my swollen lips and lay flat at my sides as I close my eyes slowly and drift off to sleep.
A loud scream echoes through my body and my eyes snap wide open. I'm naked, covered in blood. Not my own. Oh fuck.
I look around to see who's screaming. A teenage girl looking to be the same age as me with long cut black hair and clear blue eyes that are wide with horror. "What the fuck did you do!" I look around confused and see him. Brown hair with un seeing green eyes. It takes a while for my brain to register. Did I murder my fucking boyfriend? My head bangs with intense pain and I look around as tears start to pour down my face," I didn't do it, I swear on my life." The girl looks at me and then runs away. Probably back to camp to get the cops. I need to get gone so I can figure this mess out. I couldn't have killed him it's not possible. I stand up and search around for my clothes and find them and pull them on with haste. I lace up my shoes and duck into the underbrush and walk as quickly and quietly to the nearest place I can hide. I rinse my face and hands off when I get to the lake shore. I had walked a good eight miles at least. My legs scream and ache but I don't care. My mind flashes through the night. I couldn't have. I wouldn't. Fuck. Tears pour down my face and splash into the water creating ripples and warping my reflection. I didn't I didn't I didn't I didn't. I scream over and over again in my head forcing myself to make it true. I snap back to reality when I hear sirens blaring. Fuck. I duck into the underbrush and get dressed hoping to not be caught because I myself have no fucking clue what happened last night.
The sirens stop. The car lights continue to flash though. Odd. I risk a glance through the underbrush and see a police officer talking to another officer,
"Yeah the kids probably extremely dangerous. Shoot to kill, he killed 8 other people."
I stop myself from gasping as silent tears pour down,"Holy shit so that makes 9 fucking murders in one night?!" The first cop just nods and looks up at the sky." He's one sick bastard." I close my eyes and try to remember anything from last night. Blank. Nothing, everything is just black. I couldn't have killed anyone. It's not possible. I stifle a sob as they continue to talk about the gruesome details.
