Joey's POV
My mouth hung open. I ran to the pile of bloody bodies. I threw them wherever. As long as they're out of my way.
I dug through all the bodies. She wasn't there!
Where is she?!
Where?!
Where?!
Just go ask her, idiot.
"Where are you, Monica?" I asked. Please! Hurry!
"Over here!" she screamed so I could hear her.
I ran faster that lightning to her.
Then I approached her.
Her bloody body.
Scars on her arms, legs, hands, and face.
A knife sat in her shoulder.
Tears freely fell from her eyes.
She sat in a puddle of tears mixed with blood.
I let my tears fall. I had to control myself from throwing up. The sight was hideous.
I reached to grab her, but she blacked out.
Wait. Did she? Or is she- NO!!!
I put my head against her chest.
There was no heartbeat.
She was not breathing.
Her eyes were shut.
Her mouth hung open.
I pulled up her shirt.
And wished I NEVER did.
Her stomach was cut open. Organs were falling from the cut.
I nearly vomited this time.
I backed up. I knew it.
Why'd it have to happen?
I'm gonna kill Mr. Fear!
Thanks to him, I lost my sister.
"Goodbye Monica." I said sadly.
Monica was now dead.
I walked out the room, feeling a need to go to the nurse's office.
YOU ARE READING
Don't go to School!
TerrorWelcome to Mr. Fear's High School, Fear High. Everything is great, but there's just one problem. Teachers and students are disappearing everyday. Is Mr. Fear behind this? Could the killer be closer than you think? That's the problem. The killer know...