Self Indulgence โ˜€๏ธŽ๏ธŽ

Self Indulgence โ˜€๏ธŽ๏ธŽ

Self Indulgence โ˜€๏ธŽ๏ธŽ

โ˜€๏ธŽ๏ธŽ ๐ˆ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ

๐€/๐ง: ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐

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โ€œ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐†๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‡๐จ๐ฆ๐žโ€œ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ, ๐ž๐ฑ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ค๐ฒ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐–๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฏ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง ๐€๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ง๐š.

Phoenix was one of the many places you had marked on your list of places to visit this summer before you went back into hibernation for school. You had made a stern promise to yourself that you would get out of the house more and become less of a homebody.

Solo trips and dates became a common factor when venturing out. Being by yourself wasn't the downfall of your vow, you didn't mind being solo, peace rained throughout your mindset as you found solace within your life.

Stepping up to the venue, the windows deeply tinted, allowing the smallest bit of view to see from the outside. On the side, cars were aligned in unison, Mercedez, Maybach's, and Range Rover's easily toppling over thousands of dollars.

Reaching out to open the small double doors, you were met with a security guard who looked everything but amused, towering over your frame aimlessly. His eyes red and low quickly scanning over your attire. He began to nod slowly to himself, pondering with his own thoughts.

Speaking up with a ragged tone "Oh you must be one of their girlfriends right?" his head motioned behind him, revealing a dim purple hue, the area filled with dangerously tall women scattered around each section.

Just go with it

"Uh- yes, sorry I hope I'm not too late" you pressed, falsely checking your gold-plated watch that hasn't ticked in years.

The guard shook his head slightly, "Nah we're just getting started" his free hand released from his biceps motioning you to walk through the entrance. Grounding your steady footsteps, walking into the shallow doorway, the smell of alcohol and prominent fragrance swiveled through the air making your head dizzy.

Music blared through the speakers with bass that shook the ground, how could anyone hear themselves think? To calm your senses, a drink was added to your agenda, a good fruit mixture would never lead you in the wrong direction.

Locating the crowded bar planted in the far right corner was easy, but physically getting there was not. People swarmed every inch of the floor making it nearly impossible to move without touching someone. Cautiously maneuvering through the crowds, you soon acquire that everyone here was in fact a woman, not a male figure in sight, excluding the stoned guard.

Women of all dynamics, tall, muscular, and every lick of beautiful, coming from all different shades. Instantly you knew you were way out of your element, and you'd be indulging every second of it.

Approaching the bar, attempting to blend into the vibe that was flowing through the atmosphere. Cool, calm, and collected. Looking over the different variations of drinks displayed behind the counter.

"You know the pink Whitney and Shirley temple mix goes crazy together, you should try it" a low voice rang in your ear sending a small shiver throughout your body. Eyes darting to the view next to you met with a pair of ocean blue ones.

A small smile masked the impending nervousness growing. "I'm not really a Shirley girl but I love a good pink Whitney"

Her face twisted in shock "Really?!, you look like the type though" Paige asserted, slowly licking her lips and tasting the faint alcohol that lingered. Her demeanor was soft, yet so dominant at all once. It was hard to tell whether she was fully sober or if she was just naturally charming and spoke to whoever was in her line of sight.

"Now what does that mean?" you questioned tilting your head slightly, remarking on her ability to maintain eye contact so easily.

She shrugged "Most pretty girls love Shirley temples" smiling to herself.

"I take it that you're one of them hm?" confiding in the way her features correlated so nicely. Lips the perfect shade of pink, eyelashes curled to perfection, hair slicked back without a single strand out of place. Her tall frame made every aspect match perfectly, including her two-piece set that had dashes of purple stitched within each pattern.

"Something like that" she bantered, tapping her fingers against the cold counter "Here let me buy you one" plucking the gold Amex card stashed in the back of her purple phone case. Good to know you could skip the whole "What's your favorite color" mantra.

"Oh no no it's alright, you don't have to spend your money on me I got it" gently sliding her card back into the slot. Denying Paige was not on your game card for tonight, but you refused to let anyone buy you anything, ever.

"Nah it's not a problem" Paige insisted "Are you here with someone?"

Replaying the guards' assumption in your head, you quickly denied "No I'm just here by myself.." 2nd guessing your answer, a silent prayer sped through your mind, hoping that you didn't talk yourself into a frenzy.

"Mm." she hummed softly against her lips, almost as if she knew you were spiraling on the inside.

"Why do you ask?" your tone more so concerned rather than confused.

Her eyes lightened at your expression "I'm just asking mama, no pressure" a smirk plastered across her face as she watched your eyes widen at the name. She knew what she was doing, this was nothing new to her.

But The Way She Made You Feel Was All New To You

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HOPE OF IT ALL

HOPE OF IT ALL
HOPE OF IT ALL
HOPE OF IT ALL
HOPE OF IT ALL

Pairing: Austin Butler x Younger!reader

Summary: Youโ€™ve never tasted a love that wasnโ€™t yours, because you didnโ€™t even know that it wasnโ€™t yours to begin with. It was borrowed.

Warning: Slight mentions of smut. Cheating.

Note: sorry I havenโ€™t been very active, I know I said I would be but this week has been a bit difficult for meโ€” personally. I apologize again.

HOPE OF IT ALL

Coachella 2013, salted air and the heat of the desert under the sun. You never needed anything more, not when you had Austin by your side.You practically begged your parents to let you come all the way here with him.

โ€œIโ€™ll take real care of her.โ€ He told your parents, your father trusted him a little too much. You clung to Austinโ€™s arm tightly, as if to assure your parents.

You packed your carefully arranged outfits for the weekend, you worked on making flower crowns for each day, and packed everything you needed. You kissed your mother goodbye and you were off to go.

Firstly, you two rented a small house close to the festivalโ€” expensive as hell but you used your savings. You were so excited as you settled into the bedroom. You were eighteen and it would be your first music festival, you knew youโ€™d sleep on the same bed, you just didnโ€™t expect things to escalate that night.

It started with him giving you a beer, then kisses here and there, then making out on the bed. Slowly unbuttoning your denim shorts. Your hands on his biceps.

โ€œAre you sure?โ€ He whispered in between kisses, his plump lips pulling away from yours.

โ€œNever have I ever done this before.โ€ You whispered back. You were a bit shaky, nervous. He could feel it in the way you gripped his biceps tightly.

โ€œIโ€™ll be gentle, baby.โ€ He whispered before his hand went inside your panties. Making you groan in ways you would consider animalistic. You just kept spreading your legs for him, he only laughed in your lips.

He laughed at how naive you were, how you sounded so lost and needy at the feeling of his skilled hands.You lost your virginity to him, he was really gentle with you, making sure you were okayโ€” even if he wished he could be rough.

โ€œMโ€™gonna go all in, baby.โ€ He warned you before slamming right inside of you, you threw your head back and your eyes rolled at the back of your head, he gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white.

His silver chain glinting and hitting you in the face, his face scrunching due to the pleasure.

โ€œSo tight, so good for me.โ€ He moaned, then went to kiss your neck.

It wasnโ€™t all perfect, you giggled a lot too, nervous giggles, of insecurity, of not knowing what you were doing.

The next morning, you woke up by his side, he was already awake, checking his phone. โ€œWell, good morning.โ€ His voice was hoarse, from sleep. โ€œGet ready, gotta get going.โ€

You got ready quickly, took a shower, dried your hair, put on a shit ton of sunscreen, a shit ton of blush. Wore your overpriced clothes from Urban Outfitters and thrift stores.

HOPE OF IT ALL

The air was salty at Coachella, crisp and hot, very hot. But you had Austin by your side. He got a lot of stares, those biceps took away all the attention.

โ€œNow, donโ€™t get too far away from me. Hold on tight. I donโ€™t want to have to fill out a missing person report.โ€ He warned you, tugging at your braids.

โ€œI promise. I donโ€™t want to get lostโ€”โ€œ you looked around, everyone either looked stoned or way too on their world, โ€œhere.โ€

It was filled to the brim with people, but you never left his side not even a second. It was a bliss from then. Listening to the sets, dancing around with him, smoking weedโ€” because yes, he had to give you a try at least once in your life.

โ€œWant to try?โ€ He asked as you sat down together in a blanket.

โ€œWeed?โ€ You asked, whispering, as if he had brought meth or something.

โ€œNo, I meant fighting lions.โ€ Austin said sarcastically, lowkey playfully annoyed. โ€œYes, weed.โ€

You bit your lip, youโ€™ve seen people do LSD here, no one cared to say the least, there were too many people packed here for anyone to notice.

At first you coughed, he laughed at you, then he proceeded to teach you how to smoke, thirty minutes laterโ€” you were in the clouds.

Your brain acting as if you were in Woodstock โ€˜69, twirling around with him, him trying to make you sit down as the sun wore down.

โ€œSo fucking pretty.โ€ He muttered against your ear as he kissed down your jaw.

โ€œAustinโ€”โ€œ you chuckled, looking at all the people around you. โ€œThe peopleโ€”โ€œ

โ€œBack at the hotel you were moaning all pretty. Didnโ€™t care if someone heard ya, right?โ€ He caught your lips in a very passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that would get dirty looks.

The three days Coachella lasted, you felt enamored, that kind of feeling you only get with very special people. The kind of feeling that only ever replayed in certain memories.

Like staring at him as he danced to some artist he only knew, it happened in slow motion. He was yours, or so you thought.

Or those moments in which a bottle of wine that was sipped away carelessly and swiftly laid on the floor, long forgotten because you were twisted in bedsheets by his side.

But it all happened rather quickly, it sure did. Because on the last day, you woke up by his side. His back beneath the sun, you wished you could write your name on it. You dreaded this day because you didnโ€™t want this escapade to end.

Packing bags while Led Zeppelin played in the background. He grabbed one of the wine bottles from the floor and took one last sip from it, then tossed it to the trash can without a care in the world.

He found one last good use for it and then tossed it away.

โ€œWill you call once I go back to school?โ€ You asked him, a freshman in college. The highlight of your day was your favorite subject and him remembering to call or text you.

He wasโ€” different. A bit more distant.

โ€œIโ€™ll try to.โ€ He answered, biting the inside of his cheek. โ€œIf I donโ€™t get too busy.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s okay. Iโ€™ll wait.โ€ You answered, pressing your lips together.

Once he dropped you off, he kissed you one last time, then basically shoved you off his car.

HOPE OF IT ALL

You only told your mom what was convenientโ€” yes, we slept in separate beds, yes, we didnโ€™t drink, yes, he didnโ€™t touch me.

She didnโ€™t know you still expected him to call you over to his house so you could feel him again. How you were so hopeful that heโ€™d take you out on another date.

You were changing for the better. Hopeful. Hopeful. Hopeful. People would think you were naive, any normal girl would have caught the hint and understood that he didnโ€™t want anything to do with you anymore.

But you still remembered, you did, you could see you both lost in the memories, that weekend slipped away into a moment in time. You had him, or at least you remembered thinking you had him.

You started cancelling plans, hoping heโ€™d call, he always called you on fridays before Coachella. He didnโ€™t anymore. But you were still hopeful. Excepting to hear his voice on the other side, saying: โ€œmeet me behind the mallโ€™โ€™

Meet me behind the mall.

Meet me behind them all.

It all started with your friend showing you a pic of Austin and Vanessa, very clearly together, all over each other.

โ€œThis your man?โ€

You wanted the earth to swallow you whole, because yes, you had been proudly showing them photos of you two since you basically started hooking up with him. He was easily recognizable.

โ€œWeโ€™re not together anymore. Broke up after Coachella.โ€ You tried to deny it. You did it out of humiliation. You didnโ€™t want to feel played even though you did.

โ€œReally? Well that was quick. Guess pretty boys move on pretty fast.โ€

You pressed your lips together and nodded.

Maybe you hadnโ€™t been enough. Maybe you wanting it wasnโ€™t enough. But for you it was enough.

You were mad at him, at her, at yourself. You werenโ€™t even sure what to feel. You texted him a thousand times, demanding an explanation. Not a single response until you saw him again.

โ€œOh, fuck me.โ€ You said, your hand gripped your shopping bag. You fought yourself to approach him or not approach him. But your body moved in autopilot, it was your only chance.

He saw you, from the distance. He started walking away. He heard you calling out his name.

โ€œNope, not doing this.โ€ He said, loud enough so you could hear him. Until he decided to fucking man up. Why was he running away from a girl? Coward.

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. That smugness in his face. Biting his cheek as you spoke.

โ€œYouโ€™ve been ignoring me for weeks! And I found out you have a girlfriend? How long have you been seeing her while we were together? What about us?โ€ You yelled, rage coming from within you.

He almost laughed in your face, and he did laugh, it just didnโ€™t come out the way he wanted it to. It just came out as an incredulous laugh.

โ€œYou havenโ€™t understood it, have you?โ€ He looked around, biting the inside of his cheek again. โ€œThere was never an us! We, what we had, never existed. We just hooked up.โ€

It hit you like a thousand bricks. โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€ You asked, stuttering. He didnโ€™t even answer, he just looked down at his shoes.

The silence was deafening.

So it meant nothing? Like, nothing at all? Those two months, the festival weekend?

It was everything to you.

Maybe it had been so much to call it a summer love. Or too little to say โ€˜usโ€™.

โ€œSo you werenโ€™t mine?โ€ You stuttered, looking at him as you held back tears. โ€œThe memories. The bottles of wine. The twisted sheets. That wasnโ€™tโ€”?โ€

โ€œOf course not! Are you stupid?โ€ He interrupted you, his words harsher than intended. He rubbed his face and ran his hand through his hair. โ€œLook, youโ€™re nice. You live with the hope of it all, alright? Thatโ€™s good.โ€

You wanted to cry your eyes out at that very moment.

โ€œBut it was never serious between us, alright? Iโ€™m with another girl. Sheโ€™s mine, Iโ€™m hers, not yours. As simple as that. Justโ€” donโ€™t call, donโ€™t text. And donโ€™t make these scenes again. Iโ€™m sorry.โ€

His apology was half-assed, you wanted to smack or slap him hard enough to make him respect you. But you were shaking. You didnโ€™t understand. What? He looked so in love. The way he stared at you. It was all fake.

But what he said was true.

You lived for the hope of it all.

He was never yours to begin with.

He wasnโ€™t yours to lose. No.

HOPE OF IT ALL
5 months ago

BROTHER IM SOBBING๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜–

๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.

๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.
๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.
๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.

PAIRING: josh washington x fem!reader WARNINGS: the prank, no use of y/n GENRE: ANGST. SONG INSPIRATION: youth by daughter WORD COUNT: 9.1k REQUESTED: yes NOTE: who's ready to cry?

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๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.

no one truly understood how much his sister's disappearance had shattered him.

they tried to be there for him, to console him in those rare moments when he couldnโ€™t mask the pain that cut him so deeply.ย 

they wanted to help, but no amount of support could bridge the pain left behind.

but you,ย you didnโ€™t need to see the cracks to understand how broken he was.ย 

you were the only one he ever truly let in.

his brokenness became yours. the faraway look in his eyes, the way heโ€™d drift off into silence, the dark circles that painted the story of sleepless nights. it all tore at you. he needed you more than ever, and in truth, you needed him just as much.

you started showing up at his place late at night, no matter the hour. just to hold him. to check on him. to sit beside him when the silence became unbearable.

there were no words that could mend what he had lost, no comfort you could offer to fix the pieces of his shattered heart. and yet, your presence was enough. he never said it out loud, but you saw it in the way his breathing slowed, the way he relaxed when you were near.ย 

you made it a little easier for him to sleep, to eat, to simply exist.

youโ€™d do anything for him, and you had proven that countless times.

so when he brought up the idea of going back to the lodge a year after his sisterโ€™s disappearance, your heart sank. you knew it would be agonising for him, and the thought of reliving those memories made you hesitate.ย 

but when he asked you to come along, because you hadnโ€™t been able to go the prior year, you couldnโ€™t refuse.

youโ€™d never let him face something like this alone.

๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.

you were the first ones to arrive at the lodge, the mountain air crisp as you stepped out of the car and took in the familiar, yet bittersweet surroundings. once you stepped in front of the lodge josh grabbed your bags before you could protest, flashing you a small, tired smile as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

โ€œiโ€™ve got these,โ€ he murmured, his eyes flickering with a warmth that hadnโ€™t been there in a long time. then he headed up the stairs, leaving you alone in the spacious but eerily quiet cabin.

you took a moment, inhaling deeply, letting the nostalgia and tension settle in your bones. with a contented sigh, you stretched your arms out and decided to get to work. the place needed a little life breathed back into it.ย 

you started in the living room, uncovering the dust covered furniture. the old couch creaked as you lifted the heavy cloth, revealing its worn, familiar fabric. you busied yourself with small tasks: arranging the cushions, stacking wood, and kindling the fireplace until the room started to glow with a warm, flickering light.ย 

it felt good, in a way. a distraction, a chance to bring some comfort back into this space that had held so much grief.

but after a while, you realised you hadnโ€™t seen josh. it wasnโ€™t like him to disappear without a word, so you set down the last piece of kindling and wiped your hands on your jeans, calling out as you made your way to the bedroom.

โ€œbaby?โ€ you called, peeking inside. the room was empty, the bags still packed, and there was no sign of him in the ensuite bathroom either.

frowning slightly, you turned back and started wandering the halls, your footsteps light on the wooden floors as you searched for him. just as you rounded the corner towards the front door, it flew open with a loud thud.

you jumped, letting out a squeal as your hand flew to your chest. there was josh, grinning looking extremely proud of himself, his laughter filling the cabin.

โ€œoh my god, you scared me!โ€ you gasped, half-laughing, half-annoyed as he stepped closer and pulled you into his arms.

โ€œsorry, sorry!โ€ he chuckled, his voice softer now, brushing a kiss against your temple. โ€œcouldnโ€™t resist. you shouldโ€™ve seen your face.โ€

you playfully slapped his chest, but the sound of his laughter, genuine and unburdened, was something you hadnโ€™t heard in what felt like forever. it melted away any irritation you felt, leaving behind a warmth that spread through your chest.

โ€œyouโ€™re terrible,โ€ you muttered, smiling despite yourself.

โ€œyeah, but you love me,โ€ he teased, his smile faltering just a bit as he looked at you, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. for a moment, the playfulness faded, replaced by something deeper, more vulnerable.

โ€œi do,โ€ you whispered, your hand sliding up to rest over his heart. you felt the steady beat beneath your palm, a silent promise that you were here, together, no matter what memories this place held.

joshโ€™s eyes softened, he pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes.ย 

โ€œthank you for coming,โ€ he murmured. โ€œi know itโ€™s not easy. being here.โ€

you squeezed him tighter. โ€œyou donโ€™t have to thank me. iโ€™d follow you anywhere, you know that.โ€

he nodded, his grip tightening around you before he pulled back, a lighter smile on his face now. โ€œcโ€™mon, letโ€™s finish setting up before the others get here. i want it to feel...normal. at least for a little while.โ€

๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.

it didnโ€™t take long for everyone to show up, the lodge filling with a familiar mix of voices and laughter. the chill from the outside seemed to melt away as your friends settled in, dropping their bags and unwinding in the main room.ย 

the fire you started was crackling, casting a warm glow over the space. you could feel the tension start to ease, though the air still held an undercurrent of unease.

you made your way over to josh, slipping under his arm. he pulled you closer, his hand rubbing soothing circles against your back. you rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as the others chatted and joked around. for a moment, it almost felt normal.

then the front door swung open with a sharp gust of wind, and in walked emily and matt. emilyโ€™s face was set in a familiar look of annoyance, her eyes rolling as she stepped inside. matt followed close behind, his jaw clenched, clearly frustrated. you could sense the tension between them before they even spoke.

โ€œwell, look who finally decided to show up,โ€ sam drawled from across the room, leaning against the couch with a smirk. mike's eyes flicked briefly to emily, lingering a moment too long.

emily scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. โ€œyeah, well, some of us had to deal with a little drama on the way up here,โ€ she snapped, shooting a glare at matt, who looked like he was biting back a retort.

โ€œdrama? what kind of drama?โ€ jessica chimed in, her voice dripping with curiosity and something sharper. she stepped closer to mike, wrapping her arm possessively around his waist. the look she shot emily was a thinly veiled challenge.

โ€œoh, you know, the usual,โ€ emily said with a sarcastic smile. โ€œmatt getting all worked up over nothing.โ€

mattโ€™s face reddened, and he stepped forward. โ€œover nothing? you were practically hanging off mikeโ€™s arm, em!โ€

mikeโ€™s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the show. โ€œhey, donโ€™t drag me into this, man,โ€ he said, holding up his hands in mock innocence. โ€œi canโ€™t help it if people like being around me.โ€

โ€œoh please,โ€ jessica interjected, rolling her eyes. โ€œitโ€™s not like she hasnโ€™t moved on, right, em? or maybe you just canโ€™t let go of the fact that iโ€™m with him now.โ€

emilyโ€™s eyes narrowed, her voice icy. โ€œoh, trust me, jess, youโ€™re welcome to him. iโ€™ve moved on to bigger and better things.โ€

โ€œbigger and better?โ€ jessica repeated, her voice rising in pitch. โ€œyou think youโ€™re better than me?โ€

the room went silent, the playful banter tipping quickly into hostility. matt stepped closer, fists clenched at his sides, while mike watched with a smug grin. you felt josh tense beside you, his arm tightening around your shoulders. he had that look in his eyes, like he was trying to decide whether to step in or let the drama play out.

โ€œalright, alright, everyone, letโ€™s just cool it, okay?โ€ josh finally intervened, stepping between them with a broad, disarming smile. โ€œweโ€™re here to have a good time, remember? no need to fight over ancient history. how about you and jess go to the other cabin that i told you about and you let this go?โ€

he shot a pointed look at mike and then at matt, his tone light but firm. mike shrugged, backing off with a chuckle, while matt reluctantly stepped away, muttering under his breath. emily and jessica exchanged one last glare before turning away from each other, both visibly annoyed but unwilling to push it further.

๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.

the hours drifted by slowly as you lay in bed, your head pounding with the dull throb of an oncoming migraine. you closed your eyes, trying to block out the flickering shadows cast by the firelight, wishing for some rest.ย 

the lodge had fallen into an almost eerie silence. everyone had split off, doing their own thing, giving the place a stillness that felt almost unnatural.

then you heard it. a loud, frantic banging on a door downstairs, followed by a sound that made your blood run cold.

chrisโ€™s voice desperate.

โ€œash! oh my god, ashley!โ€

you bolted upright, the pain in your head forgotten as adrenaline coursed through your veins. throwing on your shoes, running out of the room and down the stairs, heart pounding in your chest.

you found chris frantically pushing against the kitchen door.

โ€œhey, chris!โ€ you yelled, grabbing his arm, trying to get his attention. โ€œwhatโ€™s going on? what happened?โ€

he turned to you, eyes wide and wild, barely able to get the words out. โ€œitโ€™s ashley,โ€ he stammered, his voice breaking. โ€œsomethingโ€“ something took her! we were looking for clues and then... i donโ€™t know, it grabbed her! weโ€™ve got to get her out of there, now!โ€

the sheer panic in his voice left no room for questions. you nodded, bracing yourself and shoving against the door with him, putting every ounce of strength you had into it. the wood groaned under your combined weight, the hinges straining.

with a sudden, violent crack, the door flew open, and the two of you were thrown forward, hitting the carpet hard. you scrambled to your feet, the room dimly lit and filled with shadows. it was hard to see, but as your eyes adjusted, you spotted her.

ashley was sprawled on the floor, unconscious, her body limp and unmoving.

โ€œoh my god, ashley!โ€ you gasped, rushing to her side. you knelt down, hands shaking as you checked her pulse. relief flooded through you when you felt it. faint, but steady. she was breathing.

you turned back to chris, ready to tell him she was okay, but the words died in your throat as a shadow moved behind him. before you could shout a warning, a masked figure stepped out of the darkness and swung a fist, landing a brutal punch squarely across chrisโ€™s face.

โ€œchris!โ€ you screamed as he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

instinct took over. you had no time to think, only react. you sprinted to the kitchen, grabbing the first thing you could find, a small knife. it wasnโ€™t much, but it was better than nothing.

you held the knife out in front of you, your hands trembling as you backed towards them, trying to protect her and chris.ย 

โ€œstay back!โ€ you shouted, your voice cracking with fear. โ€œi swear iโ€™ll use this!โ€

but before you could make another move, you felt it. a strong arm snaking around your waist, yanking you back against his chest. the sudden pressure of a cloth was pressed over your mouth and nose, the sickly sweet smell of chloroform invading your senses.

you thrashed wildly, kicking and clawing, refusing to go down without a fight. the knife was still in your hand, and you swung it blindly behind you. you felt the blade connect, slicing into flesh, and a distorted scream of pain ripped through the air. the grip on you loosened for a moment, using the last of your strength to try and break free.

but it was too late. the world around you started to blur, the room spinning as your vision darkened. your body went limp as the chloroform took hold, the knife slipping from your fingers.

the last thing you heard before you blacked out was the masked figureโ€™s laboured, angry breathing and the sound of ashleyโ€™s soft, uneven breaths, still unconscious on the floor beside you.

that's when everything went dark.

๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘˜ ๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข'๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’.

you stirred awake, groaning as the pounding in your head reminded you of the events before you blacked out.ย 

beside you, chris let out a low grunt, shifting as he groggily sat up. the air was cold and heavy, the lights still off, and nothing around you seemed to have changed.

but as you blinked, clearing the haze from your vision, unease curled in your gut. something was different.

ashley was gone.

โ€œshit,โ€ you muttered, your voice breaking the silence. panic surged through you as you scrambled to your feet. turning to chris, you shook his shoulder, forcing him to focus. โ€œchris. ashleyโ€™s gone.โ€

chris blinked hard, his face paling as realisation dawned. โ€œwhat? whereโ€“ what the hell happened?โ€

you didnโ€™t answer, instead yanking him to his feet. โ€œweโ€™ve got to find her. she canโ€™t be far.โ€

switching on the flashlight of your phone, you searched your surroundings. the beam caught every shadow, every corner, as you searched for any sign of where she might have gone.ย 

finally, your light hit something, a purse lying on the ground.

โ€œitโ€™s hers,โ€ you said under your breath, crouching down to pick it up. it wasnโ€™t much, but it was something. you clutched it tightly as you moved around the house toward the front door.

the door creaked as you pushed it open, the cold night air cutting through you. but what you saw next made your stomach twist into knots.

blood.

it smeared the wall outside the door in messy streaks, glistening faintly under the pale moonlight.

โ€œholy shit,โ€ chris whispered, his voice shaking as he stepped closer. โ€œis thatโ€“?โ€

you didnโ€™t let him finish. your flashlight followed the trail of blood, which led away from the house, cutting through the snow.

โ€œwe have to follow it,โ€ you said, barely able to keep the fear out of your voice.

chris nodded, sticking close to you as you both ventured into the freezing darkness. each step crunched beneath your boots, the sound unnervingly loud against the eerie silence of the night.ย 

the blood left a faint trail to the shed in the backyard.

it was there that you heard it. a voice, cracked and trembling, carried by the wind.

โ€œchris!โ€

ashley.

her sobs were unmistakable. exchanging a panicked glance with chris, both of you breaking into a run.

you burst into the shed, your flashlight sweeping over the scene inside. the sight made your blood run cold.

ashley hands tied above her to a wooden board, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against the ropes holding her in place.ย 

she wasnโ€™t alone.

beside her was josh, also bound, his wide eyes locking onto you the moment you entered.

โ€œoh my god,โ€ you breathed.

โ€œhelp me! please, help!โ€ his voice cracked.

ashley was sobbing harder now, her pleas barely coherent as she begged for you and chris to save them.

their cries grew louder, filling the small shed with tension, until they didnโ€™t.

the sound of a voice, deep and distorted, crackled through hidden speakers, silencing them both.

โ€œhello, and thank you all for joining me..โ€

the voice was chillingly calm, itโ€™s tone laced with malice. it was the one youโ€™d heard before you passed out.ย 

you and chris froze, every muscle in your body tense as the words echoed around you.

your flashlight flickered slightly. joshโ€™s voice cut through the deafening silence, quieter this time, trembling with nothing but anguish.

โ€œplease,โ€ he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours, wide and glistening with unshed tears.ย 

โ€œdonโ€™t let whoever it is hurt us.โ€

before you could respond, the crackling static of the speakers filled the shed once again, followed by the same deep, sinister voice.

โ€œtonight, weโ€™re going to conduct a little experiment.โ€

โ€œwhat the fuck is going on?โ€ you murmured, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

the voice continued, unfazed by the panic rising in the room.

โ€œfor this experiment, weโ€™ll need the cooperation of two of our test subjectsโ€ฆ joshua and ashley.โ€

โ€œwhat?โ€ ashleyโ€™s voice broke into a sharp shout, her cries mixed with a choked sob.

josh froze, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his panic evident even as he tried to keep himself from breaking completely.

โ€œoh my god,โ€ you whispered, dread settling deep in your chest.

โ€œbut,โ€ the voice drawled, almost casually, โ€œweโ€™re going to need one more brave participant to help decideโ€ฆ which subject will live, and which will die.โ€

โ€œno,โ€ you gasped, your voice cracking as the weight of the words slammed into you. tears burned in your eyes, now spilling over as you covered your mouth with your hand. โ€œno, no, no!โ€

ashleyโ€™s screams became louder. โ€œthis canโ€™t be real! this canโ€™t be happening!โ€

josh pulled against his restraints again, pleading. โ€œdonโ€™t listen to him! please, get us out of here!โ€

their cries overlapped, filling the room with desperate pleas and frantic sobs. you couldnโ€™t breathe; the room felt like it was closing in, the walls pressing tighter and tighter around you.

chris stood frozen beside you, his face pale, his hands trembling.

โ€œplease, please,โ€ the voice interrupted smoothly, itโ€™s calm tone a stark contrast to the chaos you all shared.ย 

โ€œeveryone calm down. itโ€™s all very simple.โ€

simple?

โ€œyou will find a lever placed directly in front of you. all you have to doโ€ฆ is choose who you will save.โ€

your head snapped toward the lever.

โ€œwhat the fuck? they canโ€™t be serious!โ€ your sadness morphed into something hot and volatile. rage bubbling beneath your skin as you stormed toward the door between you and them.

โ€œno!โ€ you growled, slamming your hands against the handle. โ€œthis isnโ€™t happening! this canโ€™t be happening!โ€

you pushed, pulled, slammed your shoulder into the door, anything to force it open. the wood creaked under your assault, but it held firm.

the sound of metal grinding against metal filled the air, sharp and shrill. the saw had started.

the noise sent a chill down your spine, you pulled harder on the door handle, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

โ€œoh no,โ€ ashley sobbed, her voice rising in pitch. โ€œplease, this canโ€™t be happening! this isnโ€™t right!โ€

the sawโ€™s steady whirring was like a countdown, each second ticking closer to an unthinkable end.

joshโ€™s voice broke through the noise, full of pure terror. โ€œdonโ€™t do this! please, you donโ€™t have to do this!โ€

ashleyโ€™s cries grew louder, more frantic. โ€œsave me! please, oh my god, i canโ€™t die!โ€

you could feel your sanity slipping as you turned back to face the room. the lever stood there, mocking you, as if daring you. chris was pacing now, running his hands through his hair, his movements jerky and panicked.

โ€œw-what do we do?โ€ he stammered, his voice cracking as he looked to you for answers you didnโ€™t have.

the sawโ€™s hum grew louder, as the reality of the situation bore down on you. time was running out, and you were trapped in a nightmare with no way out.

the grinding sound of the saw grew louder. your hands trembled as you clutched the door handle, pulling with everything you had, screaming for it to give way.

"come on!" you cried, voice breaking as hot tears streamed down your cheeks. "come on, you son of a bitch, open!"

but it was no use. the door wouldnโ€™t budge.

behind you, the pleas grew more frantic, more agonised. ashley was sobbing uncontrollably, her words tumbling over each other as she begged for her life. josh was screaming now, his voice hoarse and cracking, calling your name, calling chrisโ€™s, calling anyone who might listen.

โ€œplease!โ€ josh shouted, his eyes wild and terrified as they locked on yours. โ€œyou can't let me die!โ€

your vision blurred as you turned your back to them, the image of josh tied up, eyes red, face swollen burned into your mind. the person who made you laugh when no one else could. the one who saw you when you felt invisible. the one you loved more than anything.

"chris," you sobbed, clutching at his arm. "we canโ€™t do this! we have to find another way!"

but chris wasnโ€™t looking at you. he wasnโ€™t looking at anything but the lever.

he was trembling, his eyes darting between josh and ashley, both of them screaming, both of them begging, their voices a mix of anguish and fear.

"chris!" you yelled, shaking him hard. "donโ€™t! weโ€™ll figure something out! justโ€“just donโ€™t!"

his breathing was shallow, his face pale and wet with tears. โ€œiโ€“ i donโ€™t know what to do,โ€ he choked out, his voice broken. โ€œi canโ€™tโ€“, i canโ€™tโ€“โ€

but even as he said it, his hand was moving. slowly, shakily, he reached for the lever.

"no!" you screamed, lunging for him, grabbing at his arm. "chris, donโ€™t!"

it was too late.

with a guttural cry, chris yanked the lever.

time slowed to a crawl, the world around you dissolving into a haze of sound and motion. the saw roared to life, screaming as it moved toward itโ€™s victim.

โ€œno!โ€ you shrieked, your voice tore through the air as you clung helplessly on the gated wall for josh.

his wide, terrified eyes met yours, full of pain and betrayal. โ€œno, no, no! please!โ€ he screamed, struggling against the restraints with everything he had.

and then the saw reached him.

the sound was sickening, the kind that burrowed into your ears and stayed there, haunting. blood sprayed across the room, splattering the walls, the floor, and even you as you stood frozen, paralyzed by the horror before you.

joshโ€™s screams cut off abruptly, his body going limp as the saw finished it's grim work.

the room fell deathly silent, except for the faint hum of the machinery winding down.

the door clicked, the lock releasing with an almost casual sound. it swung open.

chris stumbled forward, rushing to ashleyโ€™s side. she was sobbing uncontrollably as he worked to untie her. โ€œitโ€™s okay,โ€ he murmured, his voice shaking. โ€œyouโ€™re okay. iโ€™ve got you. donโ€™t look.โ€

but you didnโ€™t move.

you couldnโ€™t.

your knees buckled, and you crumpled to the floor, your body wracked with silent sobs.ย 

josh. your josh, was gone. the one person who mattered most to you, the only source of true comfort that you had, was gone.

your eyes stayed fixed on the blood-soaked floor, on the mangled remains of the person you loved.

he was gone.

cut in half.

gone.

you hugged yourself tightly, rocking back and forth as grief consumed you, an unbearable weight that left you hollow and broken.

chris turned to you, his face pale and etched with guilt. he opened his mouth, but whatever words he tried to speak were drowned out by the sound of your own sobs, tearing through into the cold, unforgiving night.ย 

it echoed around you, a resonance that mocked the void where he used to be.

you could still hear him, josh's voice screaming for you in those final moments. still feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear when you used to lie close to him. it was nothing but a ghost now. a cruel reminder of what was gone. he wasnโ€™t there anymore. he would never be there again.

your thoughts spiralled. chris. it was all chris's fault. he had made the choice. not josh. chris. he chose ashley. he chose her over him. his crush over his childhood best friend, your love, your person. the realisation hit.

before you knew it, you were moving, your grief boiling over into something darker. you snapped to your feet, crossing the space between you and chris in an instant. your trembling hands hit his chest, his shoulders. whatever you could reach, your fists weak but desperate.

โ€œwhy?โ€ you choked out, your voice breaking as you struck him again. and again. โ€œwhy? we couldโ€™ve found another way! how could you do this? how could you do this to me?โ€

chris didnโ€™t stop you. he stood there, letting you vent your anguish, his own tears carving silent trails down his face. he didnโ€™t try to defend himself, didnโ€™t make excuses. ashley stood nearby, distraught and useless, her sobs muffled behind her hands as she watched the scene unfold.

your blows slowed, turning into open palms pressed against him, you collapsed against his chest. the grief overtook you, the strength to hold it all inside shattered. you cried into him, the rawness of your pain spilling out in broken gasps and incoherent words.

for a moment, chris tried to hold you. his arms moved hesitantly, afraid to make things worse. but the second you felt him, your anger surged again, and you ripped yourself away. โ€œdonโ€™t touch me,โ€ you hissed, your voice shaking. you stumbled back, wiping at your face, dragging air into your lungs that felt too thin.

you couldnโ€™t stay here. not in this place. not with these people who used to be your friends. you turned away from them and staggered outside into the night. the cold air bit into your skin, but it didnโ€™t matter. nothing mattered anymore. not without him.

the lodge loomed behind you like a reminder of everything youโ€™d once loved.ย 

deep down, you knew it didnโ€™t matter who had been chosen. losing either of them would have been devastating, a blow from which you would never truly recover. but that logic was lost in the haze of your grief. it didnโ€™t matter that the decision had been impossible. all you knew, all you could feel, was that chris had made it.

he had chosen not to save josh.

you stumbled a few steps further, every breath was agony. the grief, the disbelief, the rage. it all swirled inside you, drowning you in itโ€™s weight.

it felt as though someone had reached into your chest and ripped out your heart, leaving you to feel nothing but also everything at the same time. you stared at the distant treetops, the stars blurred by tears, and tried to feel something other than the nothingness threatening to consume you.ย 

your chest heaved as you bent forward, hands braced on your knees, gasping for air that seemed almost impossible to catch. the nightโ€™s chill clawed at your skin, but it did nothing to numb what burned inside you.

the crunch of footsteps on snow made you look up, your tear blurred vision settling on emily and matt as they approached cautiously. their faces twisted with confusion and fear as they took in the sight of the three of you. shaking, pale, and splattered with blood.

emily was the first to speak, "what happened?" her voice was sharp but laced with unease. matt hovered beside her, his wide eyes darting between you, the blood, and sounds of the sobs that you shared.

you straightened slowly, forcing yourself to meet their stares. your voice trembled as you tried to speak, every word catching in your throat like broken glass.

โ€œitโ€™s josh,โ€ you rasped. โ€œheโ€ฆ heโ€™s gone.โ€

emilyโ€™s lips parted in disbelief, she faltered as she tried to process the words. matt stiffened, his jaw clenching as his hands balled into fists at his sides.

โ€œwhat do you mean, gone?โ€ emily asked, her voice wobbling. her eyes darted between you and the shed, expecting josh to emerge at any moment, laughing this off as a cruel joke.

you opened your mouth, but the words refused to come. instead, fragments of the moment flashed in your mind. the split second choice, the screams, the sound of your own heart breaking. you winced, flinching at the memory, wrapping your arms around yourself.

โ€œchrisโ€ฆ he had to choose,โ€ you finally whispered, your voice barely audible over the wind. โ€œit was him or ashley.โ€

the weight of the admission crushed you all over again, and for a moment, the only sound was the muffled sniffling from you and the distant howl of the wind. emily stared at you, her face draining of colour, while matt swore under his breath and looked away.

โ€œthat doesnโ€™t make any sense,โ€ emily whispered, her tone brittle. โ€œhow could something like that even happen? whyโ€“why was there a choice at all?โ€

her words struck a nerve, but you didnโ€™t have the strength to argue. you couldnโ€™t. the truth of it was unbearable, but it was all you had.

โ€œi didnโ€™tโ€ฆ i didnโ€™t even get to say goodbye,โ€ you choked out, your voice breaking. tears welled up again, blurring your vision. you turned away, clutching your arms tightly, trying to breathe through the pain.

you hear them talking. quietly at first, but the words soon cut through the air. theyโ€™re discussing the psycho on the mountain, piecing together what had happened. the conversation ends with emily and matt deciding to head to the fire tower to try and contact someone on the radio, and chris suggests you and ashley go with him to find sam, still hopefully holed up in the lodge.

you say nothing. you just follow them, keeping your distance but staying close enough to hear the whispers. the words between them are too loud for their own good, a mix of fear and regret, constantly circling back to josh.

ashleyโ€™s voice cracks as she speaks to him, her apologies tumbling over each other. โ€œi know how close you were to him,โ€ she says, her voice low. โ€œiโ€“ i just... i never meantโ€“โ€

she stops herself. the realisation hits her. she turns to you, eyes wide with guilt, as if suddenly aware of the weight of her words.

her face is full of remorse, her lips parting to offer an apology, but you can already feel the anger bubbling up inside you.

you clench your jaw, your fists tightening at your sides. she doesnโ€™t get it.

โ€œdonโ€™t. you donโ€™t get to talk about him,โ€ you bite out, the words sharp. โ€œyou donโ€™t get to. not after what happened.โ€

the air between you is heavy with tension. ashley opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. she knows. she knows thereโ€™s no fixing this. you didnโ€™t want her to. how could she?

you charge upstairs, your legs trembling with every step, but the adrenaline doesnโ€™t let you stop. it fuels you, because you canโ€™t stop. not now. not with sam missing. not with everything spiraling further and further out of control.ย 

you donโ€™t even bother hiding the tears streaming down your face anymore. you just need to find her and get out of this godforsaken place. this needs to end.

youโ€™re done with the fear. you want to go home, to a place where things made sense. you want to feel safe again, slip into your bed where his scent still lingers, and justโ€ฆ cry. to finally feel the pain and let it break you.ย 

the hallway stretches out before you, quiet and eerie, the air heavy with the silence that feels so much worse than any scream. your breathing is ragged as you throw open door after door.ย 

"sam!" you call, but thereโ€™s no answer. just empty rooms. no sign of her. each door you open makes your stomach twist tighter with dread, like a rope being pulled too taut.

you jog back down stairs, walking to the entrance of a room you haven't checked yet.

the movie room is where it all comes crashing down. her bracelet. you spot it immediately on the floor, lying there as if itโ€™s mocking you. you freeze, staring at it. she never takes it off. never. your heart drops, she was here. and sheโ€™s not anymore.

you stumble forward, picking it up with shaking hands. itโ€™s so small in your palm, so simple, but itโ€™s hers. itโ€™s hers, and itโ€™s the only sign of her that youโ€™ve found. and then you see it. the video.

itโ€™s looping on the projector, a grotesque, grainy replay of joshโ€™s death. over and over. the sound of his screams fills the room, echoing in your ears, drowning out your own sobs. chris is already on it, slamming his fist into the projector, but itโ€™s no use. the damn thing wonโ€™t stop playing. he kicks it, hard enough to send it skidding across the room, but it keeps playing.

you double over, clutching your stomach as if itโ€™ll stop the nausea rising in your throat. itโ€™s too much. all of it. the weight of what youโ€™ve lost, the guilt, the fear, itโ€™s suffocating. the bracelet in your hand feels like a cruel reminder that sam could be next. or maybe she already is. and what the hell can you do about it?

โ€œwe have to keep moving,โ€ chris says. you know heโ€™s right, even if you canโ€™t bring yourself to say it. you wipe your face with the back of your sleeve and force your legs to move, one step at a time, until youโ€™re following him down to the basement.

the air is colder down here, and not just in temperature. it feelsโ€ฆ wrong. like something is watching. waiting. ashleyโ€™s hand brushes yours at one point, a trembling, silent plea for some kind of comfort, and you squeeze it instinctively. you donโ€™t say anything, though. what is there to say?

then, it appears. the ghost. at first, itโ€™s just a pale blur in the corner of your eye, but then it comes again. clearer this time. the faint outline of a figure, there and then gone before your brain can catch up.

ashley screams, stumbling back into chris, who immediately snaps into denial. โ€œthereโ€™s no wayโ€“โ€ he starts, but then it happens again, and the words die in his throat.

your pulse is nothing but a hammer in your chest. you canโ€™t even feel your hands anymore; theyโ€™re ice, like the rest of you. you scan the room, every dark corner, every shadow, but itโ€™s the dollhouse that pulls your attention. it sits there, perfectly positioned, itโ€™s tiny rooms lit by some unseen source.ย 

the dolls inside. each one carefully placed, are positioned just like that night. like the prank. like what happened to hannah.

you couldn't even touch it at first. your fingers hover over the tiny furniture, shaking too much to do anything else. you open it and you see her diary.

the pages are worn, the ink smudged in places like sheโ€™d cried over it while writing. you skim the entries, your chest tightening with each one. her excitement about mike. her insecurities. the little hopes sheโ€™d held onto, even when things were rough. you can see her in the words, hear her voice, and it breaks you all over again.

she trusted you. she trusted all of you. and what happened? she was pushed too far, and now sheโ€™s gone. her warmth, her kindness, her life, gone.ย 

the tears come harder now, but you donโ€™t stop reading. you owe her this.

you donโ€™t realise how long youโ€™ve been standing there until chris nudges your shoulder. โ€œhey,โ€ he says, softly this time. โ€œweโ€ฆ we should go.โ€

the basement hallway stretches out further than you thought it would, the shadows growing deeper with each step. then you see it. a figure. samโ€™s clothes, and for one awful, heart stopping moment, you think itโ€™s her. you freeze, the air ripped from your lungs, until chris steps closer and pulls the chair into the light. itโ€™s not her.

relief floods through you, but itโ€™s short lived. sheโ€™s still missing, and the nightmare is still far from over. you glance at ashley, whose eyes are wide with panic, and then at chris.

chris looks just as distraught as you, his face pale, his hands trembling as he struggles to stay composed. you want to say something, anything, but the words wonโ€™t come. thatโ€™s when you notice it. a shadow shifts behind him, barely noticeable at first. it moves closer, and your heart leaps into your throat.

your mouth opens to scream, to warn him, but itโ€™s too late. a figure lunges out of the darkness, fist connecting with chrisโ€™s face in a brutal, sickening thud. his head snaps to the side, he crumples to the floor, out cold.

โ€œchris!โ€ you gasp, but thereโ€™s no time to check if heโ€™s okay. the flashlight he was holding clatters to the floor, spinning wildly before itโ€™s beam settles on the attacker. he turns toward you and ashley, his movements deliberate, methodical.

ashley is quicker than you expect. before you can react, she rushes forward, gripping the scissors. she drives them into his shoulder with a desperate cry, the blade sinking in deep. the attacker stumbles back, a low, pained grunt escaping him, but itโ€™s not enough to stop him.

he moves with startling speed, grabbing ashley by the wrist. she struggles, kicking and thrashing, but his free hand rises, before she can break free, his fist connects with her face in a brutal blow. the impact sends her crumpling to the floor in a heap on the floor, her body still.

โ€œno!โ€ the word tears from your throat. helpless, as the reality sets in. youโ€™re on your own, and your only weapon is still lodged in his shoulder.

you turn to run, your legs screaming at you to move, before you can take more than a step, something sharp pierces your neck. itโ€™s small, almost subtle, but the effect is immediate. your hand flies to the spot, fingers trembling as they brush against the tiny dart embedded in your skin.

a whine escapes your lips as your knees buckle. the world tilts violently, the edges of your vision blurring. panic claws at your chest as you try to stay upright, your body refuses to listen. your legs give out completely, you fall, the ground rushing up to meet you.

before you hit the floor, strong arms catch you, pulling you against a broad chest. youโ€™re too weak to fight, your limbs heavy and useless.

โ€œiโ€™m sorry,โ€ a voice murmurs, low and distorted, the words muffled by the mask obscuring his face. โ€œiโ€™m so sorry.โ€

you try to focus, to make sense of whatโ€™s happening, the world is fading fast. the last thing you see before the darkness takes you is the mask staring back at you, itโ€™s blank, soulless eyes the final image burned into your mind.

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you wake slowly, your eyelids feel weighted, your thoughts sluggish and out of sync. something isnโ€™t right. your instincts scream it before your senses can confirm. when your eyes finally flutter open, the world above you sharpens into focus. two massive saw blades hang ominously overhead, their jagged teeth gleaming under harsh fluorescent lights.

itโ€™s the next sensation that sends a chill crawling up your spine, your wrists. theyโ€™re bound tightly, the rough rope digging into your skin with every small movement. you yank at them, testing the restraint, but it holds firm, the fibres biting deeper.

panic sparks, your breath becoming faster as you look around, desperate to understand where you are, whatโ€™s happening. the room is cold and industrial, its concrete walls bare except for the shadows cast by flickering lights. your gaze snaps to the figure directly in front of you, chris.

heโ€™s slumped in a chair, his head hanging slightly, his face pale and tight with fear. one of his hands is bound to the armrest, but his other arm hangs free. between you, perched cruelly sits a gun.

your chest tightens as you try to move your legs, only to realise theyโ€™re tied too. the ropes around your ankles bite just as viciously as the ones on your wrists. you twist and pull, but your body feels sluggish. the injection, that stranger. youโ€™re still under itโ€™s influence, your limbs betraying your desperation to escape.

โ€œchris?โ€ your voice is hoarse, trembling, thick with fear. โ€œwhatโ€™s going on? where are we?โ€

he lifts his head slightly, meeting your eyes with a look that chills you to your core. his face is a mix of confusion and terror, his lips parting to speak. โ€œi donโ€™t know.โ€

your mind reels, memories flooding in, the shed, the others, the horrific choices.ย 

the weight of whatโ€™s coming feels unbearable.

โ€œweโ€™ve gotta get out of here,โ€ you whisper, your voice trembling, barely audible over the relentless pounding of your heartbeat.

thatโ€™s when you hear it. the saws.

the metallic whine cuts through the air as the blades begin to descend, slow but deliberate. the sound, growing louder with each passing second. your head snaps upward, and the sight of the spinning teeth edging closer sends a fresh wave of panic through you.

โ€œno!โ€ you scream, thrashing against the restraints, your wrists burning as the ropes cut deeper into your skin. the effort is frantic, wild, but useless. the ropes donโ€™t budge. you feel like youโ€™re suffocating, the walls of the room closing in.

and then they stop.

the saws are still whirring, still spinning inches above your head, but their descent halts. the silence that follows is almost worse than the noise.ย 

thatโ€™s when you hear it.

that voice again.

โ€œhello there, my special little subjects.โ€

your stomach twists as the sound crawls over your skin. chris freezes across from you, his head snapping up toward the speakers embedded in the walls.

โ€œaw, shit,โ€ he mutters, his free hand darting for the gun on the table between you. he grips it tightly, holding it up defensively as though the steel in his hands could somehow protect you both from the nightmare unfolding around you.

the voice continues.

โ€œchris has made one fatal choice already today, and now he must make another.โ€

you and chris lock eyes, the horror in his matching your own. your breaths come faster, you shake your head desperately, trying to deny the inevitable.

the voice pauses, as if savoring the moment, before delivering the final blow.

โ€œchris, you can take the gun in front of you and shoot her, or you can shoot yourself. whoever is left gets to live. the choice is yours.โ€

your stomach churns, your chest tightening so much it hurts.

โ€œno,โ€ you whisper, shaking your head, your voice trembling. โ€œno, this canโ€™tโ€“this canโ€™t be real.โ€

chrisโ€™s hand shakes as he lifts the gun, his knuckles white around the handle. his gaze flickers to the saws above you, still spinning mercilessly, then to you, and then back to the gun.

โ€œdonโ€™t look at me like that,โ€ he says, his voice barely steady. โ€œthereโ€™s gotta be a way out. thisโ€ฆ this doesnโ€™t make sense.โ€

he turns the gun toward the machinery and fires. the deafening crack of the shot echoes in the room, but it does nothing. the saws keep spinning. the gunโ€™s recoil jerks his arm, and he mutters a curse under his breath, lowering it slightly as the futility of the situation sinks in.

โ€œno, no, no,โ€ you mutter, panic clawing at your chest. you thrash against the restraints again, harder this time, your vision blurring with tears.

โ€œchris,โ€ you rasp, your voice breaking. โ€œyou have to do it.โ€

โ€œwhat?โ€ his head snaps toward you, his eyes wide with disbelief.

โ€œshoot me.โ€ the words come out stronger than you expected, but the tremor in your voice betrays your fear. โ€œyou have to. you canโ€™tโ€“โ€ your voice falters, and you swallow hard before continuing. โ€œyou canโ€™t kill yourself. you have ashley. you can live. you can make it out of this. iโ€“i canโ€™t.โ€

โ€œwhat the hell are you talking about?โ€ chrisโ€™s voice rises, desperation thick in every syllable.ย 

โ€œiโ€™m not doing that! weโ€™ll figure something outโ€“ together.โ€

โ€œthereโ€™s nothing to figure out!โ€ you cry, your voice raw. tears spill down your cheeks, but you keep going, words tumbling out in a frantic rush. โ€œchris, i canโ€™t live without josh. donโ€™t you get it? iโ€™m already gone. he was everything to me, and now heโ€™s dead. i donโ€™t have anyone to go back to. but youโ€“ you have ashley. she loves you. you can still have a life.โ€

chris shakes his head violently, his grip on the gun trembling. โ€œno. donโ€™tโ€“ donโ€™t say that. donโ€™t you dare say that. you think this is what i want? to kill you? how the hell am i supposed to live with that?โ€

โ€œby being alive!โ€ you scream, your voice cracking. โ€œchris, please. i canโ€™tโ€“ i canโ€™t do this anymore. just end it. end it for me. you donโ€™t deserve to die here. not for me. not like this.โ€

tears streak his face now, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. the gun in his hand wavers, the barrel swinging between you and himself.

โ€œi canโ€™t,โ€ he whispers, his voice breaking. โ€œi canโ€™t do it.โ€

โ€œyou have to,โ€ you plead, your voice softer now, almost broken. โ€œplease, chris. you have to make it out of here. you have to live. for ashley. for yourself. for me, donโ€™t let this place take you too.โ€

the saws above you screech, jolting both of you. the voice returns, colder now, more impatient.

โ€œtime is running out, chris. make your decision.โ€

chrisโ€™s face crumples as he stares at you, the weight of the choice pressing down on him. his hand tightens around the gun, shaking harder now.

you hold his gaze, tears streaming down your face. โ€œitโ€™s okay,โ€ you whisper, your voice trembling but resolute. โ€œitโ€™s okay. just do it. iโ€™m ready.โ€

the gun rises.

the room feels impossibly still, the only sound the relentless whir of the saws above. your chest heaves with shallow breaths as you close your eyes, waiting for the end.

BANG.

the sound reverberates through the room, deafening and final. you jolt, your body stiffening in anticipation of pain, but... nothing. youโ€™re still here. alive. untouched.

your chest heaves as you slowly open your eyes, your breath caught in your throat. chris is staring at you, his face pale and drawn, his expression one of shock and bewilderment. heโ€™s just as confused as you are.

the saws above you screech to a halt, the room plunging into a sudden, eerie silence.

you blink, trying to process what just happened. โ€œchris?โ€ you whisper, your voice trembling.

before he can answer, the overhead lights blaze to life, harsh and unforgiving. the sudden brightness makes you wince, and when your eyes adjust, you see him.

the psycho.

he steps out of the shadows, his mask gleaming under the fluorescent lights. he moves with a slow, deliberate confidence, as though savoring your fear. your heart pounds wildly in your chest, the sight of him terrifying you.

โ€œno,โ€ you stammer, your voice rising in panic. โ€œno, no, no! get away from us!โ€

chris, snapping out of his stupor, raises the gun without hesitation and fires.

bang!

bang!

bang!

three shots. each one echoes through the room, but the psycho doesnโ€™t even flinch. he doesnโ€™t stumble, doesnโ€™t react. itโ€™s like the bullets didnโ€™t touch him.

โ€œoh, chris...โ€ the voice is mocking now, dripping with condescension. the psycho moves closer, his head tilting as if amused. โ€œoh, chris, chris, chris, chris, chris.โ€

chrisโ€™s grip tightens on the gun, his knuckles white. โ€œwhat the fuck?!โ€ he shouts, his voice cracking with frustration and fear.

the psycho chuckles, a low, sinister sound that sends chills down your spine. he circles the table slowly.

โ€œyouโ€™ve heard of blanks before, havenโ€™t you?โ€ he says, his tone smug and condescending. โ€œi mean, really?โ€

chris freezes, the gun lowering slightly as the psychoโ€™s words sink in. blanks.

you feel your stomach drop. the tension in the room grows unbearable as the psycho stops beside you, his presence radiating menace. he tilts his head, examining you for a moment before turning his attention back to chris.

โ€œi mean, come on,โ€ he says with a smirk in his voice. โ€œyou really thought iโ€™d make it that easy?โ€

his hands move to the edges of the mask, and your breath catches in your throat. the anticipation is unbearable as he lifts it, slowly revealing his face.

your eyes widen in disbelief, shock and horror flooding through you as the truth clicks into place.

it was him all along.

the sound of the door screeching open echoes through the space, but you canโ€™t bring yourself to look away from him.

your entire body feels like itโ€™s been hollowed out, like every breath has been violently torn from your lungs. your mouth is open, but no words come out, no soundโ€”just the sharp, jagged edges of disbelief slicing through you.

josh.

josh, your josh. the one you saw ripped in half, his blood pooling across the floor in a scene so horrific it seared itself into your memory. the man you mourned, grieved for so deeply it felt like the world might never make sense again.

and yet here he is, standing before you.

โ€œjosh?โ€ mikeโ€™s voice cuts through the silence, almost as if heโ€™s trying to convince himself of what heโ€™s seeing.

you canโ€™t think, canโ€™t move. itโ€™s like the pieces of reality are crumbling apart and leaving you suspended in this unbearable moment. how is this possible? how is he alive? and more terrifyinglyโ€“ why?

a tidal wave of emotions crashes over you. confusion, relief, anger, betrayal. all churning into a storm so violent you donโ€™t even know which way is up anymore. your head drops, the tears come, shaking you to your core. but the sobs are silent, strangled by the sheer weight of it all.ย 

you cry so hard your entire body trembles, the kind of crying that leaves you gasping for air but never getting enough.

sam rushes over, her hands working to untie the ropes binding your wrists. โ€œitโ€™s okay,โ€ she murmurs, though her voice shakes as much as your hands do. โ€œweโ€™ll figure this out. youโ€™re okay. iโ€™ve got you.โ€

but even as she says it, you can hear her unspoken doubt. she doesnโ€™t understand whatโ€™s happening any more than you do.

and then josh laughs.

it starts low, a chuckle that grows louder, sharper, until it fills the room. the sound is manic, cruel, cutting through your grief.

โ€œoh, very good! every one of you! got my name right!โ€ he says, his voice dripping with mockery, arms flung wide as if heโ€™s addressing an audience. โ€œand after everything youโ€™ve been throughโ€“ wow!โ€

your stomach twists painfully as his words sink in, each one laced with something venomous. he paces the room, looking at each of you in turn, his grin widening as he feeds off your reactions.

โ€œgood, good, good. i mean, how does that feel?โ€ his eyes flick to you, it feels like the winds been knocked out of you. โ€œhuh? do you enjoy feeling terrorized? humiliated? panicked?โ€

his voice rises with every word, his arms flailing dramatically.

โ€œall those emotions my sisters got to feel one year ago! only guess what? they didnโ€™t get to laugh it off! no, no, no! theyโ€™re gone!โ€ he stops, his face twisting into something wild and unhinged.

mike steps forward, his expression dark, his body tense. โ€œi donโ€™t know if youโ€™ve noticed, josh, but none of us are laughing.โ€

chris then speaks up, thereโ€™s a venom in his voice youโ€™ve never heard before. โ€œyou want to talk about humiliation? about terror?โ€ he jabs a finger in joshโ€™s direction, his voice rising with every word.ย 

โ€œdo you have any idea what youโ€™ve done to her? to all of us? you died, josh. we thought you were dead! sheโ€”โ€ he gestures toward you, his voice cracking. โ€œshe begged me to shoot her because of what you did! she wanted to die, josh! because of you!โ€

joshโ€™s manic energy falters, his expression slipping into something more subdued. his mouth opens like he wants to argue, but nothing comes out.

chris steps closer, his face inches from joshโ€™s now. โ€œyou think this is justice for your sisters? you think this is what theyโ€™d want? or are you just too wrapped up in your own goddamn head to see the difference?โ€

josh stares at chris, his lips trembling, his confidence visibly cracking.

but youโ€™re not watching them anymore. youโ€™re staring at the ground, your vision blurred by tears. his voice, his face, his laugh. itโ€™s too much. itโ€™s all too much.

โ€œhey,โ€ josh says softly, steps toward you, his voice lacking the bravado it held moments before.ย 

โ€œhey, itโ€™s okay. iโ€“ itโ€™s me. itโ€™s josh. iโ€™m here now.โ€

you feel his arms around you, warm and familiar, and for a fleeting second, you almost give in. almost let yourself believe that this is the josh you knew, the josh you loved.

but then reality slams into you like a freight train.

โ€œno!โ€ you cry, shoving him away with every ounce of strength you have left. he stumbles back, his face a mask of shock and hurt.

you take a step back, your chest heaving, your voice trembling with betrayal. โ€œhow could you do this to me? to us?โ€

joshโ€™s hands rise defensively, his eyes wide. โ€œiโ€“ i didnโ€™t meanโ€“โ€

โ€œdonโ€™t you dare,โ€ you snap, you point at him. โ€œdonโ€™t you dare act like this was some accident. you planned this, josh. you planned it, and you knew what it would do to me!โ€

your voice shatters into a sob as you turn away from him, collapsing into samโ€™s arms. she catches you, holding you tightly as you bury your face in her shoulder.

โ€œitโ€™s okay,โ€ she whispers, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. her voice is steady, but the anger in her eyes as she glares at josh is unmistakable. โ€œiโ€™ve got you. itโ€™s okay.โ€

josh takes a step toward you, his hands reaching out. โ€œplease, iโ€“โ€

samโ€™s glare sharpens, โ€œdonโ€™t. youโ€™ve done enough.โ€

josh stops, his arms falling to his sides. the room is heavy with silence now, the weight of his betrayal suffocating.

and for the first time, you see it on his face, realisation. guilt. maybe even regret.

but it doesnโ€™t matter. nothing he says or does will undo whatโ€™s already been done.

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