Truth Or Dare

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(A/N) 

Hey Guys. I realize that I haven't been posting a lot lately and I'm very sorry for taking such a long break. I've just started my first year of high school, and everything is super hectic. Don't worry, I am still working on other stories that will be posted here later in the year. If you're reading this, thank you. You've stuck with me throughout these rough times and I am so very grateful for every one of you. I will try my hardest to post more often, but then again, high school is crazy right now. I hope you guys are still interested 

-Lexi <3

(Cassandra' P.O.V.)

Ayoub was my best friend. And now he's dead. He didn't deserve this. 

I rested my head down in my hands and tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't believe he was gone.  

A burst of deep laughter rumbled through the room and my head shot up from my hands. This man is the cause of all my friends' deaths. This man needs to die or spend the rest of his STUPID POINTLESS LIFE in prison. 

I wasn't listening as he began to speak again. I was in a blinding rage and everything around me just melted away. 

When I looked up after calming down, everyone was looking at me. I glared at them and shrugged my shoulders. 

"Cassandra... you have to listen when I talk." The voice boomed. I glared at the phone and cracked my neck. 

It hurt. 

"What do you want," I say quietly, hoping he couldn't hear me. 

He heard me. 

"You need to watch your mouth little girl... I don't want to have to make this any harder than it already is," he says. 

I could hear the smile in his voice and it made me sick. 

"Fine. I'm sorry." I muttered. 

"Thank you little one." 

I hate how he calls me that. I'm not little. 

I stand up and glare at everyone around me. I don't really care if I die actually. I hate everyone around me, and my family doesn't like me o why should I stay alive? There's no point.

I smile the smallest smile and stand up straighter. 

"You just have to go get something from the shed and I will have someone else do the rest for you. Go get a chainsaw for me, honey." 

My eyes widen and I think about what he can possibly make me do.  There are so many possibilities. I could end up having to kill someone in the circle. That would be good I guess. Better than killing myself that's for sure. 

"I the shed right?" I ask Peyton, who was still visibly angry and Emad, who was next to him. 

He nods his head aggressively and I begin to waltz outside to the shed in the backyard. 

When I get outside, the cold air hits my body, and all I want to do is run back inside and huddle under a blanket. But I know that's not an option now. I continue walking and every once in a while, an aggressive tremor runs through my body causing my legs to almost give out every time from the cold.

I walk by the pool and dare to look in to see if my best friend's body is still down there. 

I imagined the body all blue from the cold, his eyes closed tight, his mouth open, his jaw hanging limp, but still standing perfectly upright from the boots. 

There was nothing down there. Not one particle that proved Ayoub was ever there. I sighed and felt tears well up in my eyes. 

I blink them away

No. I can't cry. I'm strong. 

I finally make it to the shed. 

I wonder why it felt like it took so long to get there. 

I pull open the door. 

The metal handle freezes my hand and I yank it back when I feel the cold sting my hand. I pull my hoodie down over my hand before reaching to pull it open again.  

I enter the pitch-black shed and squit to try and see what was lying before me. 

I could literally see absolutely nothing. God, I hate night time.

I almost fall over as my leg catches on something that is on the floor in front of me. I feel around and my hand finds the cold blade of the chainsaw. 

Coincidence how it's right in front of me huh. 

I pick it up and its really heavy. 

I lug it back into the house and drop it on the floor on the outside of the circle. 

Half of the kids jump at the noise. 

Ha. 

Losers are so scared of everything 

"It's not even that scary chill," I mutter to myself. 

I get glares from many people. 

"Alright, Cassandra thank you for your service." Mr. Evil says. 

I smile and move to sit down,  thinking my turn is over

"Ah, ah, ah where are you going Cassandra your turn isn't over yet!" 

Dammit 

I was so close. 

I stomp back over to where I was standing next to the chainsaw. 

"Are you ready sweetie?" He asks in a high pitched voice as if he was talking to a dog that was about to be taken to a clinic to be put down. 

"Yeah, I guess" I sigh, looking down at my feet. 

I spin around as a man walks into the room, wearing black boots, and a leather jacket. 

He kind of looks like a really really big biker dude. 

I look around at my friends who are looking at me in confusion.

I point at the big man stalking towards me, and it looks like that just makes them more confused.  

" You don't see him?" I ask, surprised. 

Slowly, one by one, they shake their heads. 

My eyes widen and I look back at the big man. He had finally stopped in front of me, and his head bent straight down trying to see me. 

He leans down, not saying a word, and picks up the chainsaw that was next to my right leg. 

I finally figure out what he is doing. 

He's here to kill me. 

I take one last look at the people I grew up with, and all of their eyes were wide with horror. 

Right, all they see is a floating chainsaw. That just makes it worse for them 

At least they aren't dying yet. 

The big scary man pulls his arm back and I flinch as he turns on the chainsaw. The blade spins and the man brings the chainsaw close to me. 

But slowly so there is more suspense. 

God, I hate this. 

He slowly brings the chainsaw up to my neck and I try my hardest to lean away from it. 

It's no use. 

The man brings his hand up and places it to the side of my head. 

Then he shoves my head into the blade. 

Cassandra died immediately. Her body dissolved soon after, just like everyone else.

The night was only half over, and most of them were dead.