Phychopath

.8

  "We need to get out of here" Stacy says to us.
I had my hands covering my face as i try to think.
Try to cope.

I had talked to him, i could have Saved Him.
Why couldn't i do that?
Now Eric was gone. 
I don't even hear their conversation i was so focused.
"I NEED OUT OF HERE!" Clara screams which breaks my thoughts.

I look up startled and i see her run to the door.
Hannah follows.
"WAIT! NO!" I yell as i try to follow.
They slam the door and i open it and i see them running.
"HANNAH! CLARA!" I scream.
I start to run after them but Stacy grabs me.
"Let them! They'll be back" she tells me.

"No!" I yell.
~~
Hannah and Clara hadn't come back yet.
If had only been thirty minutes but it felt like forever.
I walk on to the front porch as i watch the snow fall.
I stick my hand out and snow flakes fall on my open hand.

"They'll come back" a voice says behind me.
I jump and i look back at Peter who sat on a chair on the porch.
"How can you be so sure?" I murmur.
"Cause i know the snow, you cant travel more then a mile without having to back track" he tells me.

I look at him in confusion.
"You know the snow?" i ask.
He nods.
"Lived with my grandparents" he answers.
I hear a loud scream.
I turn around and i see Hannah running covered in blood towards us.

The scream came from Stacy who had just walked out.
"HANNAH?!" I yell.
I run to her and i notice she hadn't a scratch on her.
"It got her, it got Clara" Hannah says coldly.

"Hannah are you alright?" I murmur.
She looks at me with dark eyes.
"Hannah?" I ask right before she hits me and i stumble back.
She shoves me to the ground and straddles me.
"Hannah!" I groan right before her fingers wrap around my neck and squeezes.
I gasp in shock as she cuts off my air.

Her eyes looked so dark.
Menacing.
"Hannah" i choke out as i try clawing her arms.
I hear Stacy scream in shock.
I gag while trying to breathe.

"She's dead! We all die!" Hannah hisses to me.
My vision starts to see black dots.
"I'm sorry" i groan.

"Your not sorry! You could have stopped Her" she growls.
Peter tackles Hannah and throws her off me.
He grabs her shirt and punches her and  she gets knocked out.

Stacy runs to me.
I gasp for newfound air.
Owen and Dalton run out of the cabin while watching us.

"PETER!" Dalton yells.
Peter looks up at his brother.
"What did you do" he asks.
Peter looks down at his hands and i could see the blood from Hannah's shirt was on his shirt.

Peter turns and walks in to the cabin.
"Lets get Hannah inside, we should lock her in a room" Dalton mutters.
"Is Clara really dead?" I murmur to Stacy.
I could see tears in her eyes.
She shakes her head.
"She cant be" she sobs.
~~
"HADLEY!" I hear Hannah screaming from Stacy's old bedroom.
I tried to cover my ears so i couldn't hear her.
Stacy was talking to Dalton and Owen about What to do.
I walk to the garage and i walk in.
I could see Peter sitting against the wall.
His head was in his hands.

The blood was still on his hands.
I walk towards him then i sit across from him.
"They're going to die" he murmurs.
He looks up at me.
"Its wrong" he adds.
"What is" i ask.
"Them, they're going to die" he murmurs.
I crawl towards him and i look in to his eyes.

"We will survive, trust me" i murmur.
He shakes his head violently.
"I never should have come" he tells me.
I place my hands on his cheeks and he stops shaking his head.
"You'll survive, i wont let you go" he murmurs.
I lean in and i kiss him.

I pull away and i look at him.
"What was that for?" He murmurs.
"You cant protect me" i reply.
glass shatters in the other room.
"HADLEY!" Stacy screams. 
She comes in to view.
"Hannah's running" she tells me.