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A/N Hey just a warning from here on it gets a little darker (sry it's been so long since an update)
Stephanie Johnson:
My eyes are puffy as I gaze at the roof of the cave. Park's whimpers inform me that he is still alive, though I don't know if I care all that much. I turn my head to the side to see Santiago leaning against the walls, eyes dark with lack of sleep. He stares into the distance, only furthering my suspicion that he was deep in thought. My nose itches, so I pick at the peeling sunburnt skin.
I wonder if Becky...
My mind immediately pulls up her limp body, hollow eyes.
As if on cue, I hear rustling before seeing Park stand up out of the corner of my eye. His face seems grey and lifeless. No longer holding himself up with any sort of elegance, the boy seems broken.
He walks past me saying nothing. The tension in the air is choking me.
Park pauses briefly in front of Santiago, briefly opening his mouth, before turning away and leaving.
The air itself seems dark and heavy, nevertheless, I bring my hair into a ponytail, acting like everything is normal. My hands are shaking. It never should have ended up like this.
"You're crazy.
Look at the blood on your hands.
Everyone is going to end up just like HER.
You want that?
It'll be all your fault."
Without thinking I tear off hangnails with my shaking fingers, but the voice won't leave me alone.
"Come on, tear away all the blood why don't ya?
Not so easy, is it?"
The hangnails become pieces of my skin. Blood begins to trickle out.
"Look, it's more blood.
All because of you."
The pain tears me away. I spot a dirty flannel on the floor that I quickly toss towards my brother.
"Breakfast," I mumbled as I stood up. My legs shook, come on, get up! I took a deep breath and left our "home" stumbling through the woods. I was too preoccupied to check if Santiago was following me. Too soon we arrived at the main building, but no matter where we looked, Park was nowhere to be found. With a huff, I sat down at a dirt-covered table, my brother slowly following suit.
"People are watching you, aren't they?"
"It's my fault. I'm so sorr-" I held up a hand to stop him. I can't deal with this right now.
"Hey, it's the chick."
"Who?"
"The one hanging out with those two killers."
"I heard she was mad the big one liked the other girl."
Eww. That's brother you dumbasses. I could hear their whispers following me throughout the day. Park showed up for lunch, although all attempts at conversation were muted and his hands were shaking.
"Excited for running?" I tried to lighten the mood like Becky does...did.
"...," no one responded, Santiago looked at me tiredly while Park's fingers slipped and the fork dropped to the floor.
"Okay, you know what?" Before I could stop it I could feel anger rising up my neck. "I'm really trying here. I have to deal with these awful whispers and I'm in the same situation as the rest of you. Get over yourselves."
"No. You're really fucking not." With that, Park up and left us, abandoning the rest of his food.
"Would Santiago Guzman please come here?" The bald man called out from the front of the room. He's getting a tally. That's all. The thought wasn't reassuring.
With an apologetic smile from Santiago, I was left by myself at the empty table.
"It's Stephanie isn't it?" I turned to see an unfamiliar figure, dark hair falling in cascading waves as she stepped forward. She held out her hand, thin and almost skeletal.
"Yes." Without thinking I took her hand, but as soon as I grabbed it, I was looking at the ceiling. My head pounded as my eyes watered. A sharp jab in my stomach indicated that the cause of this problem was still there.
"Much weaker than I thought. I'm surprised she wasn't killed along with the dumb one. I'm guessing you shouldn't even be here." My eyes burned as my mind understood who she was talking about, nevermind the jab at my social status. My hand acted on its own, reaching up to grab her hair before pulling down.
"You bitch." Anger flared up inside me.
"Who is she to determine your worth?
Who is she to disregard Becky?
Who is she to challenge you?"
I forced her to the ground, hands around her frail neck. I brought my hand up before slamming it down on her skull over and over.
It's wet.
I looked down to her neck where my nails clawed into her neck.
Oh. it's blood.
"...you can't finish i-," the voice sent me into another flurry of rage. Fists pummeled whatever was beneath me.
"HEY! STOP IT!" A different voice came from behind me.
I don't care.
A sharp pain flared through my scalp as I was yanked backward. My vision cleared, to see the person, or what was once a person underneath me.
"Oh my god! Is she still breathing?"
What have I done?
"You killed her!"
"You killed her.
You're the reason she's not moving.
Look at the blood on your hands.
She ended up just like HER.
You wanted that.
It's all your fault."
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