Finally leaving my room, I embraced my skin like jack had said before . I knew I would have to face Tim sooner or later, I didn't have a choice really.
When I stepped into the living room I felt all eyes on me but nobody made a peep. I knew Tim was watching every move I made, like a hawk. He didn't like me anymore, after all I killed the girl he finally opened up to.
"You finally left your cave" Ben snickered and I rolled my eyes
"You're making me wanna crawl back" I hissed in response and he just turned back to the television. All this drama has made me think back to old times, old friends, and old memories. We were just kids filming a movie, enjoying our time as friends and then massacres in front of each other like a foul game. At least two are still alive, right? I thought I had escaped that nightmare but then I just became it. Everyone has claimed to see hell but I lived it, for some reason I'm still soft hearted some times and that needs to change. I'm not in this house to be friends, I'm here to watch them, make sure they stay out of trouble. I'm sure if I would have I could've hurt Tim easily upstairs, but I took the beating.
Fucking ass hat.
There I stood in the living room, staring at the wall. Deep in thought
"Hey skinny, you alright?" Jeffrey asked and I didn't respond, am I alright? I think so.
"Where's jack?" I asked turning to the group
"Wouldn't you like to know" Tim scoffed and I crossed my arms, I've had enough of this shit, this BULLSHIT
"And wouldn't you like to know where your little toy is? Oh right she's fucking dead and I fucking Killed her now screw off asshat" he turned to me quickly with a clenched jaw but he quickly mumbled something and turned back around. Everyone staring at me in surprise before returning to what they had previously been doing
"He's out" Brian replies as he messed with his hood, I nodded and walked back upstairs to my room.
I heard ben say something about "there she goes back up to her cave"
