Five...Four...Three...Two...Us

Warning: contains serious topics like self-harm, minor depression, and anxiety. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

"We were out at the movies with our friends, of course we didn't expect to get kidnapped on the way out. He didn't do much but I guess he was just waiting. His only ask was that we didn't say a word. When he let us go, he told us his full name, even showed a few tattoos. All worthy information for the police right?" I chuckled nervously "But he said don't tell. Of course someone told. We didn't know anyone told. We didn't know anything was going to happen, but after a while he started a little murder spree. One by one he killed someone else from our group, not all at once. Days, or, weeks apart. There are two of us left, let's been a month, but now we have to live with the question 'are we next? or are we safe?' Who told? Who'd they tell? Living in question, and fear isn't someone I'd like to happen to anyone else." And then the camera cut.