I'm Strong... Until Dawn Fanfic SEQUAL TO SURVIVING SISTER!!!!

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Maddie

I lay in my bed bundled up in the blankets.

I will only talk to Ashley.

Not Chris.

Not my other friends.

No one else.

"MADDIE!" Chris shouts.

I have a curtain for a door. He respects my privacy and stands outside instead of coming in without asking.

"Maddie! Are you okay?" Chris sounds concerned.

Blood leaks out of my eye.

Me crying blood could also mean I am in a deeper sadness than depression.

"Leave me alone..." I say.

It came out as if I was a legit ghost. I did not mean for it to come out like that.

"Maddie?" Chris asks. He looks in my curtain.

He sees me bundled into my blankets.

"Mads... Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Chris asks with a lot of concern in his voice.

"I need Hannah and Beth." I answer.

Don't expect me to let their death go so easily.

"Mads..."

"Just leave me alone..." I immediately interrupted him.

I covered my eye so he didn't see the blood.

He walked out of my room.

A few minutes later Ashley called me using FaceTime.

I picked up.

My hair was messy, and under my eye was red.

"Oh god! What happened, Mads!?" She asks concerned.

"I was crying..." I confessed.

"BLOOD!?" She exclaimed.

"Yes..." I confessed.

"How?! Why?!" Ashley asked.

"I am in, a deeper sadness than depression... I'm going to get out of the city for a while... Also... Don't follow me..." I asked. I hung up.

I wiped off the blood under my eye.

I looked in the mirror.

I saw the same piece of shit I saw ever since I left Hannah to rot in the cave and Beth to die.

Useless.

Horrible Friend.

Trash.

Unwanted.

... A Monster ...

"If I'm a monster... Then I'd let Hannah burn in the lodge... If I was a monster... I would throw Beth's remaining's in that fire and not try to bring her back, since i'm supernatural who knows if I have powers...

......If I was a monster.......

I wouldn't have the urge to go back right now...

I keep my clothes that I am wearing now since they are in good shape apart from the blood from my side getting chopped off like a piece of unwanted meat.

Dried... Blood...

And a couple of rips...

But whatever.

I grab a tool belt and a sheet (those things to hold knives, Maddie took a machete) and I grab a shotgun.

Time to do what I should've done two years ago...