Truth Or Dare

11

(Azaliya's P.O.V.)

I can't even think straight right now. 

So many people are dying and I can't follow anymore. 

I was so scared. I'm sure all my friends were too. 

I don't want to die. 

Vivaan and Vlad just shot each other. 

Vlad had his little outburst, then he shot at the air by the door then both boys just raised their hands and shot each other in the forehead. 

They were best friends. 

See, I wasn't very close to them, I talked to them a few times in class but I am still devastated. 

I have no idea how many more of us are going to die tonight. 

I look around at the 6 people that were left sitting around me. 

Emad, Nick, Al, Peyton, Anna and Emily. 

I want to go home. Like right now. 

"Well that worked out just perfectly, didn't it." Mr. Evil said. I heard him clapping his hands on the other side of the phone. 

I really wanted to find out who this man it and turn him into the police. I want this man to die in jail. 

He's killed like 10 kids what is wrong with him. 

I let the tears continue to slow down my face. There was no way I could stop them anyway. 

The man was humming quietly and the casualness of his humming made me angry. 

I twirl my hair around my finger nervously as he begins talking again. 

"Okay, time for the person who caused this," He says. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Peyton stiffen. 

"Yes, Peyton. I mean you," he chuckles. 

Ugh, the laughing is disgusting, I hate this man. 

Peyton stands up, tripping over Emad's leg, earning himself a glare. 

Somehow, Emad's nose is still dripping blood, and the rag he was holding to his face was lying on the ground, soaked through with blood. 

I guess your nose just bleeds a lot when it's broken. 

"Okay Peyton, I guess that means you're up!" He exclaims. 

Peyton makes a face of disgust and slowly takes in the rest of us sitting around him. 

This was all his fault. He invited us here. He should have done something. 

"Okay Peyton, I want you to kill Azaliya by giving her some bleach." He said. 

My eyes go wide as baseballs. 

I'm going to have to drink bleach? 

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. 

Peyton's eyes mine sadly before walking into the kitchen.

He comes back minutes later with a cup of clear liquid in his hand. 

7 pairs of eyes watched him. 

He walked across the room, dragging his feet and then crouched down in front of me. 

"I'm so sorry Azaliya," he says before shoving the cup into my hand. He stands up quickly before shuffling out of the room again. 

I guess he was too guilty to watch me freaking die. 

I bring the cup to my lips slowly and I make eye contact with each of the people around me before tipping my head back and draining the cup in one sip. 

Immediately as the liquid touches the inside of my mouth, everything burns. 

I'm pretty sure the inside of my mouth is disintegrating. 

I can't swallow it. I can't. 

Hot tears pour down my face as I continue to attempt to swallow. 

It tastes like burning plastic. 

And it's salty...? 

The inside of my mouth continues to burn like crazy as the toxic liquid slides down my throat. 

Finally, the entirety of the liquid is out of my mouth and is running down my esophagus. 

My mouth opens with shock and I let out a scream of pain. 

"IT BURNS" I scream. People around me are crying silent tears, and I hear Peyton sob from the other room. 

As my insides dissolve, the evil man chuckles again. 

"Good job Azaliya. I'm glad you cooperated. It would have been way worse if you refused." 

My breathing gets faster as everything inside me burns. 

Suddenly, I lurch forward, clutching my stomach in pain. 

Peyton wanders back into the room with a glass of water and hands it to me quickly.

I gulp it down, hoping to make the burning go down. 

It did not help. 

I groan out in pain and a yelp escapes my mouth.  

God, it hurts so bad. 

(Peyton's P.O.V.)

I watch her sadly as Azaliya rocks back and forth clutching her stomach. 

God, she's going to die and it's all my fault. 

All I can do is watch as she slumps back onto the floor and takes her last breath before the bleach fully dissolves her insides. 

I let out a cry as her eyes go foggy and blank. 

Soon, like everyone else, her body somehow dissolves. 

The empty cup that held the murder weapon lays on the ground next to where her body was. 

Mr. Evil chuckles darkly and I shiver at the sound. 

"Wonderful job, Peyton. That was just perfect," he says. 

I nod angrily and I see out of the corner of my eye Emad staring at me. 

I turn to him and he looks at me with disgust before wiping his bloody nose on the back of his hand. 

Great. All my friends -- I mean at least the ones that are still alive -- hate me. 

"Well, the sun's coming up, so we should get this over with," the man on the phone says. "Thank you again, Peyton,"

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