ten // 5sos

2.1

(Shh I wrote this in past tense. VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE)

It was hard to sleep that night. Albeit, it was hard to sleep every night. But on today of all days, it was very hard to sleep that night. Without an older sister to protect her, Macie was alone. And nine-year-old girls are not meant to be alone.

Her sniffles echoed in the surprisingly small bedroom and she couldn't help but let out a few tears. She missed her sister, and she couldn't bring her back.

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Simoné slowly opened the door to Calum's room to see if he had woken up. The boy was in bed with his eyes sealed shut, which was what Simoné expected.

However, his chest wasn't rising. Simoné rushed to his side.

"Calum?" She shook his body. No response

"Wake up. " She shook him again. She checked for his pulse and couldn't find one. She swore under her breath. "Damn it!" She sobbed. Even if he was in a coma, he should've had a pulse, she thought as tears ran down her cheeks.

He's gone.

Simoné ran out of Calum's room and into her own. How much time did she have before she too was going to die? Everyone around her is dying, what makes her any different? She had to do something, but what could she do?

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Michael went to the garage. Max's decomposing body was left to rot. Coloration of her face had faded and several flies flocked to her remains. It was a sickening sight. The boy had come to try to make sense of everything, and he thought by reevaluating the bodies would give him an idea.

At first, they suspected Ashton to be the killer, but that could not be so. He was the furtherest from the garage, and it would be incredibly hard for him to get there in time to kill her. With Candace, he couldn't have been the killer because the killer came from a direction it would be difficult for ash to be in. Luke, Ashton was sleeping. With Stephanie, Ashton was away.

Simoné, who could picture her killing anyone? Same with Macie.

They were far too, innocent.

Here's the thing though, neither of the two have any alibi. Simoné was in the room with Raven. She was always close to the next person to be killed.

And then there was Macie. Sweet and innocent Macie. The youngest guest and by far one of the brattiest to stay at Indianwood Mansion, is the last one everyone would expect. But that makes it easy.

Michael thought. And thought. Until he figured it out.

He planned on bursting the killer's bubble once and for all. The idiot left the gun in the garage and Michael noticed it had quite a few bullets left in it. A mischievous grin spread across the boy's face.

He left the garage and quietly ascended the flight of stairs. They were sleeping. He crept into their room and turned on the lights. The child opened its eyes.

"Michael?" Her small voice called out to him. She rubbed her eyes with her tiny fists. "Why are you in my room?" The girl hadn't seen the pistol in his steady hand.

Michael walked up to the bed and smiled at Macie. "I figured it out Mace."

"What Mikey?" She asked groggily with hooded eyes. She was still confused as to why he was in her room. Michael turned the safety off and pointed the gun at Macie. Her eyes went wide.

"Why'd you do it Macie?" He asked. "We could've just had a nice getaway. " His mind wandered to thoughts of how the trip should've been like. Hanging out with Raven, joking with the lads, and just having a good time. Things teenagers should be doing, not dying. Ideas flooded his mind concerning the deaths of everyone. He thought about Raven, and he thought about Candace. He thought about Calum, and he thought about Luke. He thought about Stephanie, and he even thought about Max. He thought about Macie, and he really wanted to pull the trigger.

Realization hit Macie once she caught on, and the young murderer was taken aback. "You think I would kill my own sister?" She spat.

The gun was pointed at her. "You killed everyone else. "

Ashton came into the room, having heard everything.

"What's going on in here?" Shouted Ashton as he talked. Michael fought Ashton and wrestled to reclaim his gun, which Ashton had grabbed. "Michael give me the-" A shot rang out and a body went limp.

Simoné came into the room, having heard a gunshot and her mouth fell agape. "Michael!" Simoné ran to his side and inspected the blood stain on his shirt. She lifted it up to examine the wound. His breathing was faint.

"What the hell, Ash!" scolded Simoné.

"He was trying to kill Macie!" Ashton retorted.

"Macie's the killer!" Simoné screamed. "Why are you defending her?"

"I'm not. " Ashton turned to look at Macie and put his hand on the trigger. He directed the gun at her chest and shot twice. Macie's body stayed upright. "I just wanted to do it myself. " He smiled crookedly at Simoné.

Simoné was once again left to think. She was extremely bewildered and frightened by everything that had taken place. Her heart was beating out of her chest and millions of questions overcame her.

"So wait are you-" She started.

(May be triggering)

"Would love to answer all of you pesky questions, " Ashton interrupted her arrogantly. "But I took over twenty pills and they should kick in soon. " He grinned at her. Like he said, they did; and the boy closed his eyes, collapsing to the floor.

Simoné was at a loss for words. She was surrounded by dead bodies and when the police would come, they would think it was her. She didn't kill anyone. And she wasn't ready to go to jail. She didn't hurt anyone. She didn't kill Michael. She didn't kill Luke. She didn't kill Raven. She didn't kill Stephanie. She didn't kill Candace. She didn't kill Max (although she really wanted to). She didn't kill Calum. She didn't kill Ashton, and she didn't kill Macie. All who remained was her, and of course she would be to blame. How could now dead people be killers.

(may be triggering)

She left the room and ran straight to her own. She grabbed a chair and her favorite tightening lanyard. Her mind was erratic and all over the place as she pushed the chair toward the hook on the wall. She hooked the lanyard onto the hook and stood on the chair. A salty substance came pouring out of the girl's eyes as she cried. She fastened the lanyard around her neck to be excruciatingly tight, and she kicked the chair.

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I've loved this story more than life, it's just I ran out of ideas and the story was dragging along and losing interest. So what do I do? End it. I'm sorry that I said it was only halfway over but I couldn't give you 10 filler chapters And lose all of my readers.

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