Warnings for this chapter: medium rare gore, uhhh jeff being creepy idk.
Sorry baby? What the hell does that mean?
mariah♡
3:57 am: sorry baby.
mariah? did something happen? r u ok? 7:13 am S✔
No response, but you weren't really expecting anything immediately. Still, worry gnawed at your stomach, and you started getting ready to walk over to her house. What if something really bad happened and she couldn't respond?
Right as you bent down to tie your shoes-a buzz, your head jerking over to the phone laying on your pillow.
7:32 am: i'm fine. but i. i did something bad. and i don't know what to do.
At this point you're feeling the soft dredges of a panic attack boiling steadily closer to the surface. 'Did something bad' god, what were you about to come over to?
listen, im coming over, whatever happened we can
deal with this together. 7:33 am R✔
7:34 am: thank you
Quickly you grabbed your jacket from the hook, snatching up your phone and hurrying out of your room. You made sure to be quiet while passing your mom's room, but soon fear clouded over, and you broke into a jog, not bothering to lock the front door behind you.
Mariah's house had always been just a few streets away from your own, so you made it there sooner than you'd been anticipating. Slowing to a stop you approached the front door, turning the handle slowly.
The door was unlocked, and you opened the door enough to slide inside, closing it behind you.
The house was silent, and you feel a shiver roll down your spine. Your brain flashes back and-
i don't know what to do.
i don't know what to do.
i don't know what to do.
God. What fucking happened?
You step up the stairs, and immediately notice an odd smell. It smells...you aren't even sure how to describe it. The word copper bounces around in your brain, and for a moment you stand there, hand on the railing, so still you're not sure you're even breathing.
And then it clicks.
Oh god, oh fuck.
Why does Mariah's house smell like blood?
You run up the stairs, nearly slamming into the wall with your speed. You're standing in front of Mariah's door, when you're phone buzzes.
7:59 am: you know, (F/N)...you're such a good friend.
You open the door and-
There's so much fucking blood.
A hand rises to cover your mouth and you feel yourself shaking, unsure if what you're seeing is real. Terrified to admit that it may be. The smell of blood so strong you can feel vomit rising in your throat.
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