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“yea i fell in love with you but at what cost?”

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ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫🧺🍓 - Ellie Williams Xfem!oc ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

Info~~~

Alexis/Lexi- oc

Jolene(Joley) & jameson (James) - Alexis' siblings

William - their father figure

•Xfem!oc

•Enemies to lovers

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

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"Goddamnit, Jameson!" Williams bellowed, his hands clutching his head in frustration. The veins in his neck strained as he whirled to face James, his finger jabbing the air accusingly. "Where the hell were you?" he scolded, his voice dripping with barely contained anger.

James stammered, his face flushing a light shade of red. "I-I... uh..." he began, his words faltering under Williams' piercing gaze.

Williams took a step closer, his arms crossing firmly over his chest. "That woman... she's dead, because of you," he argued, his brow furrowed. "If you had just done your job, there might have been a chance she'd still be alive."

He paused, raising his eyebrows as he held James' gaze. "I want you to let that sink in," he said, his voice low and serious. "Our decisions, good or bad, they matter. They deeply matter, no matter how minuscule they may seem."

I picked at the dirt that had accumulated on my hands, avoiding eye contact with the others. A part of me almost felt bad for James, but then again, he really could have prevented this tragedy.

Williams sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Jesus," he muttered, before turning to face James once more. "I'm going to tell you this, son," he said, placing a hand on James' shoulder. "If this happens again, ever, you're going to have serious consequences. You hear me?"

James nodded meekly, his eyes downcast. "Mhm," he acknowledged, the weight of his failure evident in his demeanor.

Williams then turned to me, his expression softening. "Why don't you go take a warm bath," he said, comfortingly rubbing my arm. "I'm starting dinner." I gave him a small smile and a nod, and began making my way upstairs, only to be stopped by a hand on my upper arm.

"Can I talk to you?" Jameson asked, his voice laced with unease as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Uh, sure?" I furrowed my brows, curious about what he wanted.

"I'm sorry you had to... you know," he said, gesturing vaguely.

"You mean shoot that old lady?" I replied, my tone dripping with annoyance. "Well, yeah, I'm sorry I had to do that too," I said, shrugging. I rolled my eyes and moved to continue up the stairs, but Jameson grabbed my arm tighter, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm so fucking sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with remorse. "I seriously didn't think my skipping out was going to do anything."

"I know you didn't," I sighed, gently patting his back. "That lady was more than capable of taking care of herself." I laughed. I remembered how she had tried to whip James with a flip-flop for knocking over one of her precious antique angels. Despite her occasional rudeness, she had been a sweet woman, often regaling me with stories of her grandchildren and the clothes she had sewn for them. She was the one who even taught me how to sew in the first place.

We pulled apart, and I gave him a small smile. "I'm going to take a warm bath," I said, giving his shoulder a light pat.

"Good, you're starting to stink," he teased, a glint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Oh, shut the hell up," I laughed, making my way up the stairs to the bathroom, feeling a mix of emotions – guilt, sadness, and a hint of fondness for the eccentric old lady we had failed to protect.

I strode into the bathroom and flicked on the faucet, turning the knob to the left to let the warm water fill the tub. After a few minutes, I left the bathroom to gather some fresh clothes - an oversized t-shirt, comfy shorts, and a plush pink towel. Sauntering back, I set the stack on the closed toilet lid and locked the door behind me.

As I gazed into the mirror, I couldn't help but notice how much had changed since the last time I'd stood there, carefree and blissfully unaware of the trials to come. With a heavy sigh, I removed the bows from my hair and unfurled the intricate braids, running my fingers through the freed strands. Undressing, I sank into the steaming water, letting it envelop me in its soothing warmth. I closed my eyes, trying in vain to quiet the thoughts swirling in my mind - the old woman, the simple pleasures she'd never experience again. "Ugh, can you just shut up for once?" I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut tighter.

After my bath, I slipped into my pajamas, clipped my damp hair back, and applied lotion and a touch of perfume. "Bless those scavengers," I muttered, grateful for the luxuries they risked their lives to procure for our community. I couldn't fathom the sheer difficulty of their task - it made my own experiences today seem like a walk in the park.

As I descended the creaky stairs, William greeted me softly, "Feeling any better?"

"A bit, yeah," I nodded, taking my seat at the table next to Jolene.

"What comes first, the egg or the chicken?" she asked impatiently, eyeing her plate.

I shot her a bewildered look, shaking my head. "Huh?"

"Deadass, I'm serious," Jolene said, resting her chin in her hand contemplatively.

"Language," William chided with a raised brow.

"Sorryyy," Jolene chuckled, unrepentant.

"James, what do you think?" I asked, before quickly thanking William as he passed me my plate.

"Chicken," James answered confidently.

"Oh, come on!" Jolene cackled.

I dug into my food, savoring the delicious flavors. "Best food ever," I mumbled through a full mouth, gesturing at the plate with my fork.

William chuckled. "Glad you like it." He sat down with his own meal.

"What comes first, the chick-" Jolene began, but William cut her off.

"How about we just.. I don't know..eat?" he said with an amused smile, suppressing a laugh as he dug into his food.

"Alright, sheeple," Jolene scoffed. "You're all just freaking brainwashed. Clearly, the preservatives came first."

William and I exchanged a bewildered glance, unsure of how to respond to Jolene's bizarre logic.

"Oh, be serious," James snickered, "you just learned what preservatives are yesterday, and now you're all 'Albert Einstein'." He mocked, making finger quotations.

"Wow, I'm genuinely shocked you even know who that is," Jolene retorted with a sassy roll of her eyes.

"Is that your attempt at trying to offend me?" James shot back, "'Cause all I'm hearing is bull-"

"Alrighty, alrighty, kids," William chuckled, interrupting the brewing argument. "Enough of that."

I remained blissfully silent, focused on savoring every bite of the delicious meal. I couldn't help but feel grateful every day for having someone in my family who could cook so well.

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After everyone had finished their dinner, I offered to clean up the dishes while the rest of the family got ready for bed. I didn't really want to do the chore, but I figured it would be a good chance to have some much-needed alone time. Don't get me wrong, I love my family dearly, but sometimes a girl just needs a little peace and quiet, you know?

As I stood at the sink, scrubbing the plates and bowls with warm, soapy water, the flickering candlelight around the house created a warm, cozy ambiance. The dancing flames cast a comforting glow across the walls, reminding me of the soothing feeling of the sun's warmth on my face. Whoever decorated this place really knew what they were doing.

I have to admit, I'm not the biggest fan of doing dishes. That mushy, disgusting watery food residue just grosses me out and makes me want to gag. But I powered through it, determined to have my solo clean-up session. Once everything was sparkling clean, I dried off the dinnerware and put it all neatly back in the cabinets. I even washed my hands, despite how much I hate that clammy, pruney feeling. But hey, I did it - and I was actually kind of proud of myself.

With the last dish put away, I blew out all the candles one by one, leaving just a single flame burning. The house was now shrouded in near-darkness, but I didn't feel uneasy. In fact, I found comfort in the distant chatter of my siblings upstairs and the sound of William trying to wrangle them into bed. It was a good reminder that I had people - a real family - which was something a lot of folks these days couldn't say.

Candle in hand, I double-checked the front door to make sure it was securely locked. After the whole Mrs. Edwards incident, I was definitely going to be more vigilant about that kind of thing. Then, not wanting to linger alone in the shadows downstairs, I quickly made my way up the stairs to the second floor.

As I approached my room, I suddenly heard a low groan and felt a breath on the back of my neck. Startled, I whirled around and let out a terrified scream, slapping the hell out of whatever was behind me.

"Seriously, Joley?!" I yelled, recognizing my sister's pained voice. I lifted the candle to see Jolene clutching her face, a sheepish grin on her lips.

"You stupid bitch," I laughed, clutching my stomach. "I really did slap the shit out of you, huh?"

"Mm, yeah," Jolene winced, rubbing her cheek. "Never doing that again, that's for sure."

"Sorry," I snorted, not feeling all that apologetic.

We exchanged a few more playful jabs before Jolene headed off to her room, and I continued on to wish the boys goodnight as well. Finally, I retreated to the sanctuary of my own room, blowing out the candle and snuggling into the comfort of my bed. As I drifted off to sleep, a small smile played on my lips. Yeah, my family could be a little crazy sometimes, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.

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ׂ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫🧺🍓 - Ellie Williams Xfem!oc ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

•Enemies to lovers

•Xfem!oc

Info~~~

Alexis/Lexi- oc

Jolene & james- Alexis’ siblings

Morgan- their father figure

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Ｍｒｓ． Ｅｄｗａｒｄｓ

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

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"I just can't believe she said that to me!" Jolene ranted, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.

Jameson rolled his eyes dismissively. "Girls are just so damn dramatic."

I scoffed. "Oh please, like you boys don't practically strangle each other over football." I took a sip of my orange juice. "Let's not act all high and mighty here."

"But, I mean, that's not—" Jameson stammered, flustered.

"Uh-huh, sureee." I flicked his forehead, dragging out the word.

"Kids!" William's booming voice echoed from downstairs.

"What?" Jameson shouted back, his voice grating in my ear.

I winced and scooted away from him. "Jesus christ, do you have to yell so freaking loud?"

He just snapped a "Whatever" in response.

"Get your asses down here!" William yelled.

I groaned and heaved myself up from Jolene's bed, my joints cracking as I stretched. The three of us tumbled and shoved our way downstairs, racing to see who could get there first.

William stood in the kitchen, spatula in hand. "Y'all have chores to do today."

I threw myself dramatically onto the last step of the stairs, groaning. "Oh, come on!"

William fixed me with a stern look, hands on his hips. "You do realize we have responsibilities 'round here, right? People to take care of?"

I scowled. "Yeah, well, I don't really want to 'provide' for certain people." Clearly making a snarky remark about the snotty, know it all kids who live in our community.

His eyebrows shot up. "I don't want to hear it. Get to work."

He rattled off the assignments: Jolene on cow and chicken duty, Jameson helping Mrs. Edwards get ready for the day, and me on plant and gate check. I sighed and trudged upstairs to change, making sure to lock my door behind me. The others literally never respected my privacy.

I pulled on my favorite outfit - a white dress, and of course black safety shorts, just in case. Along with my sturdy cowboy boots that made me feel like a total badass cowgirl. Time to get to work, I guess. At least the chores would give me a chance to escape from my siblings for a bit.

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I started my morning routine by brushing my hair and styling it into my signature two braids - a hairstyle I've been wearing since I was a little girl. It's a simple yet comforting look that has a bit of sentimental value, as it was one of the first styles William learned how to do. As a cute finishing touch, I added two small white bows to the ends of the braids.

After freshening up with a quick tooth-brushing, I hurried downstairs to join my family for breakfast. We were all a bit tired this morning - James along with Joley and I had stayed up late chatting and snacking in Joley's room, leaving James with a bit of a stomach ache. In fact, he ended up having a bit of a bathroom emergency that had Jolene and I struggling to hold back our laughter, though we did make sure to restock his toilet paper supply. Hopefully he'll fare better when he heads out to check on the elderly neighbor later.

Our family has lived in this old farmhouse since I was 13 years old. The property was previously owned by a kind older gentleman named Hershel, who had owned this land way before the outbreak. The sprawling plot has several houses spread out but still close enough for us to share resources. What's really great is that each home is surrounded by tall sturdy fences and secure gates, keeping us safe from any threats outside. There are quite a few other kids living on the land too, though admittedly some of them can be a bit... difficult to get along with at times.

After finishing my breakfast, I grabbed my trusty woven basket, which was stocked with a sun hat, gardening tools, and a handgun. Ever since our harrowing encounter with a large group of infected, where I narrowly escaped harm, William had insisted on giving me and my siblings firearms to keep on hand when we're out on the property alone. Thankfully, I haven't had to use the gun yet.

Whistling a jaunty tune, I stepped down the brick porch and made my way to the garden, basket in hand. I unlocked the gate with a click and shielded my eyes from the bright morning sun that was already beating down heavily. Reaching the tomato plants, I checked for any ripe ones, even engaging in a one-sided conversation in hopes of encouraging their growth - hey! don't judge, I read it somewhere!

After harvesting the tomatoes, I moved on to the other veggies and fruits, bending down to pluck fresh carrots. Suddenly, a voice screamed "Boo!" right in my ear, making me yelp and lose my balance, landing squarely on my butt.

"Oh my god, sorry!" Jordan, my brother's best friend who lives down the road, laughed as she came into view.

I sighed, placing a hand on my racing heart.

"Nearly killed me," I groaned, but she just grinned and offered me a hand up, which I reluctantly accepted.

"Whatcha doin?" Jordan asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

"Picking shit for the community," I replied, brushing dirt off my butt. "You know, the usual thankless chores."

"Ooh, someone's grumpy," she teased, fiddling with a loose thread on her shirt.

"Stop that, you're going to ruin it," I scolded, then had an idea. "Hey, why don't you just come over and let me fix your shirts? You're always tearing them up with your fidgeting."

"Come over?" Jordan asked, eyebrows raised.

"I mean, you know, whenever you want to," I said, trying to sound casual despite my awkwardness. "No pressure or anything."

Jordan just laughed. "Alright, I'll leave you to your 'fun' gardening then," she said, running off to join the other kids playing football.

I sighed, muttering to myself, "Why can't I just screw around like the rest of them? It's the freaking apocalypse, for crying out loud!"

My self-pitying rant was interrupted by a throat clearing behind me. Slowly turning around, I found myself face-to-face with William."Got something to say?" he asked, hands on his hips.

"Nope, happy as one can be in an extinction event!" I replied with an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

He just laughed and gave my shoulders a pat. "You've got enough food for now. Go check the gates, see if anyone needs help, and then you're free for the day, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" I saluted him playfully before heading off, grateful for the chance to take a break from the endless chores.

I double-checked the gates, carefully inspecting each one to ensure they were securely locked and undamaged. As I approached a house with an open gate, I moved to close and inspect it, guessing that perhaps the wind had blown it open overnight. But to my surprise, I soon realized this was the home of Mrs. Edwards, the cranky old woman that my brother James was meant to be caring for. Strange, his bicycle wasn't parked outside like usual.

I furrowed my brow in confusion as I made my way up the creaky wooden steps to her porch, setting my basket down. An old, melancholic song was blaring from within the house, the lyrics hauntingly proclaiming "I'm laughing on the outside, crying on the inside." An ominous chill ran down my spine.

-Recommend to listen to "Laughing on the outside by Bernadette Carroll" whilst reading.

"Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice echoing through the eerily silent home as I stepped inside. No response. I ventured further, my boots crunching on shards of broken ceramic in the kitchen. Orange slices were scattered across the floor, a knife lying amidst the mess. My heart began to race. "Mrs. Edwards, are you alright?" I yelled, hurrying down the hall towards her bedroom.

A continuous, hollow thudding noise was emanating from the bathroom. I paused, gripping the wall as a wave of dread washed over me. "Mrs. Edwards?" I called out, my voice quivering. No answer. Summoning my courage, I bolted to the front door to get my woven basket. As I approached the basket, I reached into my it, fingers trembling as they wrapped around the cool metal of my revolver. I clicked off the safety, holding it steady with both hands as I inched into the house.. to the hallway...

"Mrs. Edwards, I'm coming in!" I shouted, then slammed my boot against the door handle, flinging it right open. I stumbled backwards, the gun shaking in my hands as I beheld the gruesome scene before me. Blood. So much blood, pooling across the tile floor. And there, in the bathtub, a nightmarish figure writhing and gurgling, its rotting flesh hanging in bloody tatters.

"Oh God, no," I whimpered, my knees threatening to give out. But I steeled my nerves, recalling William's training - in times of danger, don't let your emotions control you. Focus on the task at hand. I took a deep, shaky breath and raised the revolver, lining up my shot.

S̶h̶e̶.. it lunged forward, its grasping, skeletal rotting hands clawing towards me. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Edwards," I whispered, and pulled the trigger. The thunderous report echoed through the house as the bullet tore through h̶e̶r̶.. its skull, sending it crashing back into the tub in a spray of gore.

The ensuing silence was deafening, save for the eerie, looping song still playing faintly in the other room. I stood there, trembling, staring at the pool of blood seeping across the floor. I retched, the acrid stench of death burning my nostrils. Tears streamed down my face as I stumbled out of the bathroom, desperate to escape this nightmare.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I screamed, rushing to the record player and wrenching the needle from the spinning vinyl. The house fell silent, save for my own ragged breathing.

"Jesus, Lexi?"

I whirled around to see William in the doorway, his face etched with concern. Without a word, I flung myself into his arms, burying my face against his chest as I broke down into sobs.

"It's okay, you're okay, Lex," he murmured, holding me tight and stroking my hair. "I've got you,baby."

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Chapter 8

Chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7 chapter 8.

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1 week later

I quietly creaked open the cabin door, trying to keep the noise to a minimum.

I clutched my bag tightly, every muscle in my body tense. The cabin was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the wooden walls, but the comforting warmth of the place made it feel like home, at least for now.

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A couple of days after we discovered the cabin, I had snuck out and gone back to the plane wreckage. I was desperate to find hygiene supplies and clothing. To my surprising and inconsistent luck, I struck gold. There was a stash of essential items—feminine hygiene products, general hygiene items, clothes, medicine, and more. It felt like Christmas morning, the excitement bubbling up inside me as I rummaged through the supplies.

But heading back to the cabin with bags full of things was completely out of the question. I knew this sounded shitty, but I wasn't exactly planning on sharing the bulk of my haul. Self-preservation and all that. If I were to share with anyone, it would be Jackie. We've always had each other's backs. When it comes to medication, though, I'd obviously share if it came down to it. We're kind of in this together, after all.

For now, I had stashed everything at the spot Jackie and I had "hung out" at. It was our secret spot, a place where we could talk and plan without the others overhearing.

I hadn't told Jackie about my find yet. I kept telling myself I was waiting for the right moment, but deep down, I knew she would be pissed at me for sneaking out alone. Still, I was sure she'd be glad to know I brought back important supplies.

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As I opened the cabin door, the cold morning air hit me like a ton of bricks. The sudden chill made me sharply inhale, gripping my bag tighter against the biting wind. I pulled my jacket closer around me and began my way down the narrow path to the nearby lake, each step crunching against the frost-covered ground.

The moon's light cast a soft glow over the landscape, turning the world into a serene winter wonderland. The trees were dusted with a delicate layer of frost, their branches gently swaying in the breeze. As I made it to the lake, the cool breeze whipped through my hair, sending chills down my spine. It was a stark reminder that winter was fast approaching, and it was only going to get colder.

I placed my bag onto a flat rock near the water's edge and began to undress. The air was frigid against my skin, goosebumps prickling my arms and legs. I carefully folded my clothes and set them beside the bag, making sure they stayed dry. From the bag, I pulled out a bar of soap and a small bottle of hair wash, clutching them in my arms as I made my way to the shoreline.

The lake's surface was smooth and dark, reflecting the overcast sky above. I waded into the water, each step sending icy ripples across the surface. The cold water enveloped my body, taking my breath away. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my racing heart and control my breathing. The water was like needles against my skin, each and every wave a shock to my system.

Slowly, I sank deeper into the water until it reached my shoulders. I shivered uncontrollably but forced myself to stay submerged. With trembling hands, I lathered the soap, the suds barely forming in the icy water. I scrubbed my skin quickly, the cold making my movements stiff and clumsy.

Next, I poured a small amount of hair wash into my palm, working it through my hair as best as I could. The water numbed my scalp, and I had to keep reminding myself to breathe deeply. Each inhale was a struggle, my chest tight with the cold.

As I rinsed off, I could feel my muscles tensing from the chill. The shore seemed miles away, but I knew I had to get out before hypothermia set in. With a final deep breath, I turned and began wading back to the shore, the water reluctantly releasing its grip on me.

I reached the edge of the secluded lake and quickly grabbed my large, fluffy beach towel, wrapping it tightly around my shivering body as I stumbled and slipped on the uneven terrain back to the rock where I had left my clothes. My fingers were numb from the cold, fumbling clumsily as I tried to dry off.

Just as I managed to put on my bra and underwear, I heard a deep, ragged breathing coming from the dense trees nearby. I immediately froze, the water dripping down from my hair onto my collarbone as my heart pounded in my ears. Holding my breath, I slowly turned to face the shadowy treeline, dread building in the pit of my stomach.

"Hello?" I nervously called out, regretting it almost instantly. What an idiotic thing to do - if this was some kind of deranged axe murderer, they certainly weren't going to politely respond. The breathing quickened, turning into harsh pants, followed by the distinct crunch of twigs and leaves as the unseen presence began slowly approaching me.

"Oh fuck, no no no," I whispered frantically, quickly gathering up the rest of my clothes and shoes, not even bothering to put them on as I wrapped the towel tightly around myself. Against my better judgment, I felt a surge of misguided bravery and slowly walked towards the ominous sounds, grabbing a sharp rock as a makeshift weapon.

"I'm not fucking around! I swear to god if this is one of you assholes playing a prank, I will fucking kill you!" I threatened, praying it was just one of the girls trying to scare me. But as I pushed deeper into the trees, the sounds suddenly stopped, leaving an eerie silence that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Seriously?" I let out a nervous laugh as I spotted a small squirrel darting across the forest floor in front of me. "It was just a damn squirrel the whole time?" I shook my head in disbelief, laughing almost maniacally at my own overreaction.

Relieved, I started making my way back towards the lake, but just as I turned around, I felt a sudden cold breeze on the back of my neck, almost like the brush of someone's breath. I sharply inhaled, squeezing my eyes shut tight before ripping them open and speed-walking away in sheer panic.

"Hey!" a sudden whispered voice hissed in my ear, and I let out an ear-piercing scream, immediately taking off in a full sprint into the dark, dense forest. My lungs burned as I pushed through the branches, which sliced and tore at my exposed skin, leaving stinging scratches all over my arms, neck, and shoulders. And then, without warning, I tumbled head-first down a very steep hill, crying out as I clawed at the dirt in a futile attempt to stop my descent.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out, the air knocked from my lungs as I hit the ground incredibly hard. Wincing in pain, I curled up on my side, clutching my stomach. "Oh my god," I panted, blindly reaching around for my belongings, only to find that my bags had been lost somewhere up the hill. Frustrated tears stung my eyes as I pushed myself up onto my knees, searching desperately for my towel or anything that could provide some cover.

Finally, I spotted a glimpse of white in the distance and slowly approached, squinting to make it out. To my relief, it was my towel, snagged on a nearby branch. I practically leaped up to grab it, wrapping it tightly around my shivering, scratched-up body. Now what the hell was I supposed to do? I was lost, half-naked, and completely at the mercy of whatever - or whoever - was lurking in these dark, menacing woods.

"Okay, okay," I whispered to myself, pushing my hair behind my ears in an attempt to calm down. Alright, I just need to climb up this hill and retrace my steps, I thought.

But jeez, what the hell was that whisper in my ear? The breathing? There's no way it was one of the girls playing a prank, right?  I need to get back to the cabin as soon as possible..

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Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

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Me and Jackie were assigned berry-collecting duty,

a task that seemed mundane but was a welcome escape from the mounting tensions at the cabin. I had been a Girl Scout for years, so I knew what was safe to eat and what wasn't.

"Finally, I can actually hear my own thoughts," I laughed, staring at the ground and kicking a few rogue rocks out of my path. Mentally, I thanked Misty for ordering us to look for food. We all recently had an argument, which had left us all on edge, especially Taissa, who was furious that Jackie and I had been spending so much time together. She insisted we focus on survival, not relationships. Maybe she was just mad because Van didn't let her hit or something.

"Right," Jackie nodded, her arm brushing against mine ever so slightly, sending a shiver of goosebumps up my spine.

"Wait, come on," Jackie whispered, grabbing my wrist and leading us away from the familiar path back towards the cabin.

I gave her a confused look, but she just grinned, that mischievous light in her eyes.

We approached a steep, rocky hill, and I watched as Jackie took a sharp inhale, carefully climbing down. She reached out, grabbing my hand and placing her other arm on my lower back to steady me as I descended. The contact was electric, and I could feel my heart racing.

"Thanks," I mumbled, fixing my hair to distract myself. She responded with a soft hum, her eyes locking onto mine for a moment longer than necessary.

"Look," she said as we neared a rapid stream of water.

"Whoa," I whispered, in awe of the sight before us. The scenery was breathtaking, with rapid waters cascading over huge boulders covered in moss. The occasional croak of frogs and chirping of crickets added to the serene atmosphere.

"Jesus, this is so pretty," I murmured, jogging towards the mossy rocks and examining the lush greenery with fascination.

"Knew you'd like it," Jackie smiled, crossing her arms as she walked over to join me.

I gave her a mischievous grin, raising an eyebrow. "I went out again last night, to clear my mind," she explained, sitting on the rock I was inspecting.

"And I came across this," she continued, gesturing towards the towering tree above us, its branches stretching out like protective arms over the water.

"Well, I would normally be mad at you for leaving so late in the night, but this makes up for it," I laughed, sitting up on the rock beside her.

The air grew thick with an almost palpable tension as we fell silent, the quiet enveloping us like a warm embrace. I watched as a few stray pieces of moss drifted off the nearby rock, carried away by the gentle current and swallowed by the shadows of the night.

My gaze drifted to Jackie, her features softly illuminated by the moonlight. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes distant as she seemed lost in thought.

"Earth to Jackie," I murmured, my fingertip tracing the delicate slope of her nose.

"Hm?" she hummed, blinking as if emerging from a dream.

"What's on your mind?" I whispered, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her skin felt like silk under my touch.

"Nothing," she breathed, a faint blush blooming across her cheeks.

I shot her a mischievous smile, wondering what could have her so flustered. She worried her lower lip between her teeth, shaking her head slightly.

"Seriously, what is it?" I pressed, my voice lowering to a near-whisper as I leaned in closer.

"I just thought..." Her gaze drifted upward, watching the way the moonlight filtered through the swaying branches overhead, casting a soft, shifting pattern of shadows across our faces.

"This would be the perfect time to... you know." She let out a small, almost nervous laugh, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

"I know, it's stupid," she added quickly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

My smile faltered, my heart pounding in anticipation. Was she really suggesting what I thought she was? Surely she could hear the way my breath had caught in my throat.

Gently, I tilted her chin up, drawing her gaze back to mine. Her eyes were captivating in the moonlight, pools of molten gold flecked with emerald.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, my thumbs caressing the soft curves of her cheeks.

She smiled, her hands coming to rest atop mine. "Kiss me," she whispered, her lips parting ever so slightly.

"Say please," I teased, my voice low and playful.

"Oh, shut up and just do it already," she laughed, the sound music to my ears.

That was all the invitation I needed. Cupping the back of her neck, I pulled her close, our lips meeting in a searing kiss that set my very soul ablaze. She melted into me, her hands sliding down to grip the front of my shirt as our mouths moved together in a desperate, hungry dance.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss, gazing into her eyes, breathless.

"That was—" Her words were cut off as I surged forward, capturing her lips once more. This time, the kiss was even more passionate, our bodies pressed flush against each other as our hands roamed, exploring and caressing. I slid my palms up the smooth expanse of her back, reveling in the warmth of her skin and the soft, barely audible moans that escaped her.

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Tension simmered between us as I lay sprawled across the rough rock, my bare back scraping against the unyielding surface. But in that moment, I couldn't have cared less. This was the moment I had been fantasizing about for years - a dream I had long thought unattainable.

Who would have guessed that I'd be entangled with Jackie, my best friend, locked in a passionate embrace on a secluded rock in the middle of nowhere?

A snapping twig in the nearby trees jolted us from our trance. We quickly disentangled ourselves, our flushed faces whipping towards the sound.

"What was that?" I whispered breathlessly, pushing the stray hairs from my eyes.

"I don't know," Jackie murmured, slowly shifting off my bare legs.

I cleared my throat and sat up, wincing slightly. "Ow, I'm going to be sore."

Jackie walked back to me, tenderly fixing my disheveled hair. "What's wrong, Ry?"

"How long were we out here?" I asked, my head in my hands.

"Oh, uh..." Jackie paused, then laughed. "A long time."

I couldn't help but join her laughter. "I never imagined we'd end up...doing that...in the middle of nowhere."

"Do you think that noise was one of the girls, coming to check on us?" Jackie mused.

I burst out laughing at the thought. "What?" Jackie exclaimed, playfully smacking my arm.

"Ow!" I cried dramatically, falling back onto the rock and cradling my arm.

"Oh, you big baby," Jackie teased, slowly crawling back on top of me.

"Again?" I questioned with a grin wrapping my hands around her hips.

"See, I knew you weren't even hurt, you faker," she said, sticking out her tongue before getting off me.

"But seriously, what were you laughing about?" Jackie asked as she redressed.

"Oh, y'know - we were out here for like.. two hours, just to come back with no berries," I said, crossing my arms. "And a whole lot of very obvious hickies."

Jackie shrugged and tossed me my shirt, which hit me in my face. "Okay, and?"

"Wow, you're violent today - first my neck, now my face," I teased, pulling on my shirt and shorts.

"On the way back, let's at least grab a few berries, so it looks like we actually tried," Jackie said with a playful eye roll, grabbing my arm and leading me back towards the cabin.

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II. Old Memories

|- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Fate does not discriminate or falter; it is both distant and intimate, shaping the destiny of the stars and the pulse of a heartbeat. It reminds us that we are but a small part of a much larger picture, a single note in an endless symphony; A lone piece in a ceaseless jigsaw puzzle❜┊˚͙۪۪̥◌|

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

After what felt like hours—and to be honest, they probably were—I finally made it to the cabin. I had seen Matt and Emily on my way there, but I didn't even bother speaking to them. Not that I ignored them, I just simply... looked the other way. Out of sight, out of mind. I don't necessarily hate Matt; he just happened to be with Emily, so likee... no hard feelings...sike!

"Fucking finally," I groaned as I walked up to the porch of the cabin.

"Hey Val," Ashley waved.

I gave her a very fake smile. Hey, at least I even acknowledged her. We all know who I'm waiting for, and she hasn't arrived yet, so we shall wait till she does. Just by sitting here on the porch, everybody's bad juju is seriously making my stomach churn.

"So like... why are we sitting here?" I lightly nudged Ashley's side with my boot, letting her know I was speaking to her.

"We're waiting for Chris to hurry his ass up and let us in," she rolled her eyes.

"Right," I nodded, pulling out my phone and screwing around until Chris opened the door. I'm basically freezing my ass off to the point my thumbs aren't even moving correctly or fast enough to press the goddamn buttons. I'm damn near close enough to smashing one of these windows and breaking in myself.

The cold was biting, and I could feel it seeping into my bones. I glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings. The cabin looked the same, yet everything felt different. The memories of our last trip here were still fresh, and the absence of Hannah and Beth was like a gaping wound.

"Seriously, how long does it take to find a freaking key?" I muttered under my breath, my patience wearing thin.

Ashley chuckled, "You know Chris, always taking his sweet ol' time."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, well, he better hurry the hell up before I turn into a popsicle."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Chris opened the door. "Sorry, guys. Got a bit sidetracked," he laughed.

"About damn time," I said, pushing past him and into the warmth of the cabin. The familiar smell of wood greeted me, and I felt a small sense of nostalgia.

"Ugh, what the actual fuck?!" I yelped as a furry little creature scurried right past me and Chris, bolting out the front door. That thing seriously startled the crap out of us.

I clutched my chest, trying to slow down my pounding heart. "Whew," I exhaled, continuing my trek into the dark, chilly cabin.

"Well, this is...something, that's for sure," I said with a raised brow, taking in our new surroundings. "Just needs a little sprucing up and some lively conversation to make it feel more...homey, I guess?"

"Home sweet home," Josh grinned.

"Sweet is definitely not the word I'd use," Matt cringed.

I stifled a snicker, pretending to scratch my face.

"Oh thank goodness we're inside, even if it's still freezing in here," Ashley said with a smile.

"I'll get a fire going," Josh offered, heading towards the fireplace.

As everyone started looking around, I noticed Sam had finally arrived. As much as I wanted to keep stealing glances, I didn't want to come off as a creep, so I forced my eyes elsewhere, continuing my survey of the cabin.

"Nobody's been up here, huh?" Matt commented, studying the place.

"Not a lot of action lately," Chris chimed in.

"What's up, party people!" Mike dramatically announced as he and Jess strolled in.

"Heeeey!" Jess waved.

Oh lord, brace yourselves people, the notorious hoe is back in town! Better lock up your men, because this chick is on the prowl, ready to snatch them all up.

Seriously, hide your boyfriends, husbands, even your fathers—no one is safe from her clutches. It's like a really shitty reality show, but unfortunately, it's our reality. Grab some snacks and get ready, because this shit show is about to go down.

"Make yourself at home, bro," Josh said from his spot by the fireplace.

"Will do," Mike replied.

"Yeah, come on in. Take a load off. Have whatever you want. You just take whatever you want anyway, right?" Matt slyly commented, approaching Mike.

"Woah, easy there, cowboy," Mike

awkwardly laughed.

I leaned deeper into the couch, manspreading slightly, fighting back a grin. This was like front-row seats to a messy reality TV show, and I was loving every fucking second of it.

I noticed Sam sitting next to me and couldn't resist the urge to engage. "I bet they're gonna throw down right here, right now," I nudged her elbow, snickering.

"Oh, totally," she said with a wink, laughing along with me.

Why was my heart racing just from simply talking to her? Get it together, girl, like damn.

"Mike...stay away from my girlfriend," Matt threatened.

"Dude, what are you talking about?" Mike scoffed.

My eyes darted between the two, eagerly awaiting the potential punch-up.

"Forget it. I lost my head. Been a long day," Matt sighed, running a hand down his face.

I finally exhaled, surprisingly relieved the argument had diffused. What the hell were they even fighting about? I made a mental note to ask Matt later.

My gaze then drifted to the other couch, where Mike and Jess were practically swallowing each other whole.

"Oh my god, that's so gross. Are you trying to eat his face or what?" Emily said, voicing my exact thoughts as she entered the room. "Seriously, could she be any more obvious? No one wants in on your territory, honey," She continued

"Excuse me, did you say something?" Jess said, rising from the couch.

"Oh, did you not hear me? Was your sluttiness too loud?" Emily cackled.

I raised my eyebrows, my eyes widening. I began fidgeting and screwing around with my hair as the drama unfolded.

"Sounds like someone's bitter she didn't make the cut," Jess bragged.

I couldn't help but let out a loud snort, earning a glare from Em. Sorry, not sorry, but that was just too good.

"At least I can think. 4.0, bitch, honor roll. Suck on that when you're trying to sleep your way into a job," Emily fired back.

"Goddamn," I laughed, covering my mouth. This shit was getting real juicy.

"Are you serious? Do you think that's insulting?" Emily obviously lied.

"That bitch is on crack or something," Jess said, gesturing towards Em.

"Anddd I'm outta here," I whistled, eyebrows raised. As much as I loved the drama, this was getting to be too much for me. I grabbed my backpack and headed upstairs, passing by Sam, who I guess had moved to the stairs during the argument. Jesus, I was too focused on the chaos to even notice.

My legs ached as I trudged up the grand, seemingly never-ending staircase. "Damned rich people and their extravagant ass houses," I muttered under my breath. Reaching the top, I paused as I overheard Josh scolding the group.

"I just want things to be normal for once, can we just please stop arguing?" he pleaded in a exasperated tone.

"Hey, Valara," a familiar voice called out. I turned to see Sam approaching, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Valara, huh?" I teased, grinning as Sam drew closer. I slowly looked her up and down,

suddenly feeling a surge of confidence. "Getting all formal with me? Since when do you use my full name?" I purred, my tone laced with a subtle flirtation.

Sam chuckled, her gaze locked with mine. "What can I say, I'm feeling a bit...inspired today?" The tension between us was palpable as we held each other's stare.

"Well, I'm all ears," I said, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. "What kind of inspiration are we talking about here?"

Sam took a step closer, her eyes never leaving mine. "The kind that makes you want to take risks," she replied, her voice soft but steady.

I felt my heart race, the space between us charged with electricity. "Risks, huh? You know I'm always up for a little adventure," I said, my lips curling into a mischievous smile.

She laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I remember," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But this time, it's different."

"Different how?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Sam's gaze flickered to my lips for a brief moment before returning to my eyes. "Different because this time, it's about us," she said, her words hanging in the air like a promise.

I swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in. "Us," I repeated, the word feeling foreign yet thrilling on my tongue.

She nodded, her expression serious yet tender. "Yeah, us. I've been thinking a lot about it, about you. And I can't keep pretending that there's nothing here."

My breath caught in my throat, the honesty in her eyes making my heart ache. "Sam, I..."

Before I could finish, Josh yelled from downstairs. His voice echoed through the cabin.

"Sam, come here, I need you for a sec!"

I sighed and bit my lip, looking down at Sam. "Well, why don't you go help him out? Looks like he needs you," I said, giving her a teasing smile and patting her shoulder. As I walked away, I could feel her eyes on me, but I used all my strength not to look back.

"Sam!" Josh yelled again, getting impatient.

"I'm coming, jeez!" she yelled back, her footsteps retreating from behind me to the stairs.

I continued to walk to my guest room. As I opened the door, my heart dropped. It looked exactly the same as it did last year. Wow, I thought I was ready for this, but I guess not. I walked around the silent, dark room, taking in all the decor and polaroids. There were a bunch of old photos of Hannah, Beth, and me.

Some were next to my bed on my nightstand, others taped onto my wall. And yeah, while half were of me, I know that's egotistical, but if you looked like me...you'd probably be doing the same, so don't judge me.

I sighed, running my fingers over the photos, memories flooding back. The room held so much history, so many moments that I thought were lost but were now painfully present. I sat down on the edge of the bed, the weight of everything crashing down on me. It was almost unbearable.

Why did coming back here feel like reopening old wounds? I thought I could handle it, put on a brave face, but this room... this room had other plans. The silence was deafening, each creak of the cabin reminding me of the past.

A soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Sam standing there, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, stepping into the room.

I forced a smile. "Yeah, just... memories, you know?"

She nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Yeah, this place has a way of doing that."

We stood there in silence for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words. I wanted to tell her how I felt, how seeing her made my heart race, but the fear of ruining what we had held me back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, sitting down next to me.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "There's not much to say. Just a shit ton of old memories and regrets."

She placed a hand on my knee, a comforting gesture that sent a jolt of warmth through me. "We all have those," she said softly.

I looked at her, my heart aching with the need to be honest. "Sam.."

She tilted her head, waiting for me to continue. But before I could gather the courage, Josh called out fucking again, and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

I swear to god, one day i'm going freaking to strangle Josh.

"Guess duty calls... again.," she said, standing up.

"Yep," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

She gave me one last look before leaving the room, and I was left alone with my thoughts once more. The door closed behind her, and I felt the emptiness settle in again.

Damn, this was harder than I thought. But I couldn't let it break me. Not now, not ever. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. It was just another challenge, and I would face it head-on, with sass and confidence. Because that's who I was. And I wasn't about to let a little emotional turmoil change that.

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🤍 Author's note: If theres any mistakes plzz ignore it, its 1am rn and ya girl is tired asf😪😪😪 gnnnn yallll

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~ 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒 ~ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ ꩜Sam Giddings x Fem!Oc

「 ✦ 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝑒 ✦ 」

I. Hannah & Beth

| - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Fate does not discriminate or falter; it is both distant and intimate, shaping the destiny of the stars and the pulse of a heartbeat. It reminds us that we are but a small part of a much larger picture, a single note in an endless symphony; A lone piece in a ceaseless jigsaw puzzle❜┊˚͙۪۪̥◌ |

Chapter 1 chapter 2

A sharp pain throbbed through my skull as I groaned into the plush confines of my pillow.

The disorienting aftermath of the ill-advised "Who can drink the most without throwing up" challenge with Chris and Josh had left me regretting every sip.

Mustering what little strength I had, I slowly pushed myself up from the bed, clutching the comforting warmth of a blanket around me against the frigid chill in the air. As I shuffled out to the kitchen in search of water, I was met by an unsettled Beth, her eyes darting suspiciously towards the darkened windows. "I swore I just saw somebody outside," she said, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Really? Where?" I asked, my voice laced with a wary curiosity.

"I don't know, but they're gone now. Josh said we'd be alone up here though," she replied, her lips twisting into a sardonic grin. "You good? Too much alcohol?" she teased, handing me a cold bottle of water.

I eagerly ripped it open, gulping down the refreshing liquid. That's when I noticed the folded paper on the table - a note from Mike to Hannah, dripping with smarmy innuendo. "Damnnn," I whistled, passing it to Beth. "What has she gotten herself into this time?"

______________________

Hannah,

You look so damn hot in that shirt... but I bet you're even hotter out of it.

Come to the guest room at 2:00am ;)

Mike

xxx!

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Before we could ponder the possible implications, Hannah came bursting out the front door, fleeing into the snowy, foreboding woods.

"What the hell?" I gasped, gripping the blanket tighter as me and Beth ran towards the commotion.

"Oh god," I breathed, running my hands anxiously through my hair.

"What's going on? Where's my sister going?" Beth demanded, her voice tinged with panic.

"It's fine, she just can't take a joke," Jess scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"It was just a prank, Han!" Emily yelled, her tone dismissive.

"What did you do?" Beth cried, her face contorted with a mixture of fear and fury.

"We were just messing around, Beth. It wasn't serious..." Mike stammered, his words laced with guilt.

"You jerks!" Beth shouted, before disappearing into the inky blackness of the forest.

"What the fuck is wrong with y'all?" I screamed, my voice dripping with disgust as I shoulder-checked Mike and stormed back into the cabin. "Y'all are fucking foul."

I huffed in frustration as I threw myself into one of the kitchen chairs, the hard wood pressing uncomfortably against my back. Sam soon approached from behind me.

"They're such damn jerks," she sighed, leaning over the back of my chair. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my neck, and my heart began to race.

"Should I go out there? To look for them?" I offered, trying to keep my voice steady. I lifted my arm, lightly tracing my fingers along Sam's forearm. She didn't flinch, but I noticed her pupils dilate slightly.

"Mmm, give them a bit. They'll come around," Sam whispered, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder. Her thumb grazed the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck, and I shuddered at her touch.

"Fuck, I feel so bad and I wasn't even involved," I sighed, leaning my head into my hand. Sam's hand slid down my arm, her fingers intertwining with mine.

"Jeez, seriously," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. The tension between us was palpable. "I should go out there. I have a really bad fucking feeling," I said, reluctantly pulling away from Sam's grasp and standing up. She gave me a sad, longing look.

"They're going to die out there. It's way too cold," I I murmured, Sam's hand reaching out to lightly graze my hip as I turned to leave.

"Give them a few minutes. If they don't come back, we both can go," she said, her voice low. "Okay?"

"Okay," I sighed, forcing myself to walk away from Sam's alluring presence and head upstairs to my bedroom.

Jesus, the thought of Hannah and Beth out there alone gnawed at my soul.. The idea of them perishing under such cruel circumstances felt like a wound, a deep cut that I knew I wouldn't be able to bandage. In the stillness of the night, I found myself whispering silent prayers to the indifferent stars, hoping beyond hope that fate would be kind and bring them back safely..

And so, fate had other plans, unraveling the threads of destiny in her own inscrutable way. The path that seemed so clear was suddenly obscured, veering into the unexpected. It was as if the universe itself had whispered a quiet defiance, shifting the course of our lives without warning.

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1 year later

I was rudely awoken by my alarm clock blaring right into my ear.

"Noo," I groaned into my cozy blankets, snuggling up into my pillows and stuffed animals. But of course, that didn't stop the relentless screeching of my alarm.

"Jesus fucking Christ, okay!" I yelled, slamming my hand down on the silence button.

"Ugh," I groaned again, massaging my eyes, trying to wipe away the remnants of sleep.

I pulled off my blankets, the cold morning air hitting my bare legs and arms, making me hiss. I dragged myself into the bathroom to do my business and take a shower.

Today was the day—the anniversary of my two best friends' deaths, Hannah and Beth. I don't have the right words to describe what I felt when I found out they hadn't come back that night. I had selfishly fallen asleep when I could've been out there looking for them. I even prayed for them, and I'm not even religious in any way.

I wonder how Sam is dealing with all of this. She was really close to Hannah. It's been a while since we talked, and that's not like us at all. We used to be inseparable, always hanging out, crashing at each other's places for sleepovers. But now, things have changed. The tension between us is almost palpable, and yet, neither of us has addressed it.

Sometimes, I think I'm just being paranoid, imagining the distance that's grown between us. But then again, maybe there's something real there. I don't want to admit it, but part of me feels confused about my feelings for Sam. Is it just deep friendship, or is it something more? I can't even figure it out myself.

I really want to talk to her about it, lay everything out in the open, but the fear of ruining our friendship holds me back. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if it makes things even more awkward between us?

And to make matters worse, I think she has a thing for Josh. It's hard to miss the way she looks at him. I try to be supportive, to encourage her, but jealousy gnaws at me. Why can't I just be happy for her without these stupid ass complicated feelings getting in the way?

I keep replaying our last conversation in my head, searching for clues, for literally anything that might explain why things feel so...off. But all I find are more questions, more doubts. The distance between us feels like a chasm, and I don't know how to bridge it. But what I do know is that I miss the way things used to be, and I don't know how to get back to that place. Maybe I never can.

And don't even get me started on the rest of the group, they all piss me off as of currently. I don't even want to see Jess' or Emily's face. They all fucking disgust me. I've seen Ashley's posts, all talking about how sad their disappearance is. Like, weren't you the one there laughing at Hannah being publicly humiliated? Fucking fake-ass bitch.

And the cherry on top? We're going back to the cabin. I can't shake the feeling that it's wrong, especially on their anniversary. It feels like we're walking into a ghost's embrace. But maybe, just maybe, this is what Hannah and Beth would have wanted. God, I don't even know anymore. The lines between right and wrong have blurred, and I'm left grappling with the weight of it all.

I stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over me, washing away the cold but not the heaviness in my chest. The steam filled the bathroom, but it couldn't clear the fog in my mind. Memories of that night played on a loop, each one a dagger to my heart. The guilt, the regret, it all came rushing back, overwhelming me.

I leaned against the shower wall, letting the water run over my face. I could still hear their laughter, see their smiles. They were so full of life, and now they're gone. And I was left here, grappling with the what-ifs and the should-haves.

After my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red, my face pale. I looked like a ghost of my former self. The person staring back at me was a stranger, someone I didn't quite recognize nor like.

I got dressed slowly, each movement feeling like a monumental effort. Today was going to be hard, but I had to face it. For Hannah and Beth. For myself.

I made my way to the kitchen, the house eerily quiet. I grabbed a cup of coffee, hoping it would give me the strength to get through the day. As I sipped it, I thought about Sam again. We used to be inseparable, but now there was this distance between us. The incident had shattered our bond, and I didn't know how to fix it.

I picked up my phone, scrolling through my contacts until I found her name. My finger hovered over the call button, but I couldn't bring myself to press it. What would I even say? How could I bridge the gap that had grown between us?

With a sigh, I put my phone down and finished my coffee. I had to get out of the house, clear my head. I grabbed my coat and headed outside, the cold air biting at my skin. As I walked, I thought about Hannah and Beth, about the memories we shared. They deserved better than this. They deserved to be remembered, not just mourned.

I made my way to the park, the place where we used to hang out. It was empty, the playground deserted. I sat on one of the swings, the chains creaking as I moved back and forth. The silence was deafening, the weight of my grief pressing down on me.

I closed my eyes, letting the memories wash over me. The laughter, the inside jokes, the late-night talks. They were gone, but they weren't forgotten. And as long as I remembered them, they would always be with me.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the sky. The clouds were heavy, threatening rain. But I didn't care. I would sit here for as long as it took, remembering my friends, honoring their memory.

And maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to move forward. Not forget, but move forward. For Hannah and Beth. For myself.

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Before I knew it, it was time to head over to the bus stop. Time to go back to that shit hole. I hate to say this, but I miss it. Actually, scratch that , I think I miss the idea of it, not it as a whole. The memories, the laughter, the moments that made it feel like home. But I know it won't be the same without my best friends.

I can't be a party pooper and drag down everybody's mood. So, I have to fake it till I make it, right? I can't be sexy and sad... I mean, I could because I'd pull it off effortlessly. But no, I have to be sexy and happy.

I stood there, waiting for the bus, my mind racing. The cold air nipped at my skin, but I barely felt it. I was too lost in my thoughts. The bus pulled up, and I climbed on, finding a seat near the back. I stared out the window, watching the world blur by, my reflection staring back at me.

As the bus rumbled down the road, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I could do this. I had to. I wasn't going to let the past drag me down. I was going to face it head-on, with a smile on my face and a sassy comment ready on my lips.

And who knows, maybe by the end of this trip, I won't have to fake it anymore. Maybe I'll find a way to be genuinely happy again. But for now, I'll play the part. I'll be the confident, sassy, sexy version of myself that everyone expects. And maybe, just maybe, I'll start to believe it too.

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Me and Jackie were assigned berry-collecting duty,

a task that seemed mundane but was a welcome escape from the mounting tensions at the cabin. I had been a Girl Scout for years, so I knew what was safe to eat and what wasn't.

"Finally, I can actually hear my own thoughts," I laughed, staring at the ground and kicking a few rogue rocks out of my path. Mentally, I thanked Misty for ordering us to look for food. We all recently had an argument, which had left us all on edge, especially Taissa, who was furious that Jackie and I had been spending so much time together. She insisted we focus on survival, not relationships. Maybe she was just mad because Van didn't let her hit or something.

"Right," Jackie nodded, her arm brushing against mine ever so slightly, sending a shiver of goosebumps up my spine.

"Wait, come on," Jackie whispered, grabbing my wrist and leading us away from the familiar path back towards the cabin.

I gave her a confused look, but she just grinned, that mischievous light in her eyes.

We approached a steep, rocky hill, and I watched as Jackie took a sharp inhale, carefully climbing down. She reached out, grabbing my hand and placing her other arm on my lower back to steady me as I descended. The contact was electric, and I could feel my heart racing.

"Thanks," I mumbled, fixing my hair to distract myself. She responded with a soft hum, her eyes locking onto mine for a moment longer than necessary.

"Look," she said as we neared a rapid stream of water.

"Whoa," I whispered, in awe of the sight before us. The scenery was breathtaking, with rapid waters cascading over huge boulders covered in moss. The occasional croak of frogs and chirping of crickets added to the serene atmosphere.

"Jesus, this is so pretty," I murmured, jogging towards the mossy rocks and examining the lush greenery with fascination.

"Knew you'd like it," Jackie smiled, crossing her arms as she walked over to join me.

I gave her a mischievous grin, raising an eyebrow. "I went out again last night, to clear my mind," she explained, sitting on the rock I was inspecting.

"And I came across this," she continued, gesturing towards the towering tree above us, its branches stretching out like protective arms over the water.

"Well, I would normally be mad at you for leaving so late in the night, but this makes up for it," I laughed, sitting up on the rock beside her.

The air grew thick with an almost palpable tension as we fell silent, the quiet enveloping us like a warm embrace. I watched as a few stray pieces of moss drifted off the nearby rock, carried away by the gentle current and swallowed by the shadows of the night.

My gaze drifted to Jackie, her features softly illuminated by the moonlight. Her expression was unreadable, her eyes distant as she seemed lost in thought.

"Earth to Jackie," I murmured, my fingertip tracing the delicate slope of her nose.

"Hm?" she hummed, blinking as if emerging from a dream.

"What's on your mind?" I whispered, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her skin felt like silk under my touch.

"Nothing," she breathed, a faint blush blooming across her cheeks.

I shot her a mischievous smile, wondering what could have her so flustered. She worried her lower lip between her teeth, shaking her head slightly.

"Seriously, what is it?" I pressed, my voice lowering to a near-whisper as I leaned in closer.

"I just thought..." Her gaze drifted upward, watching the way the moonlight filtered through the swaying branches overhead, casting a soft, shifting pattern of shadows across our faces.

"This would be the perfect time to... you know." She let out a small, almost nervous laugh, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

"I know, it's stupid," she added quickly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

My smile faltered, my heart pounding in anticipation. Was she really suggesting what I thought she was? Surely she could hear the way my breath had caught in my throat.

Gently, I tilted her chin up, drawing her gaze back to mine. Her eyes were captivating in the moonlight, pools of molten gold flecked with emerald.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured, my thumbs caressing the soft curves of her cheeks.

She smiled, her hands coming to rest atop mine. "Kiss me," she whispered, her lips parting ever so slightly.

"Say please," I teased, my voice low and playful.

"Oh, shut up and just do it already," she laughed, the sound music to my ears.

That was all the invitation I needed. Cupping the back of her neck, I pulled her close, our lips meeting in a searing kiss that set my very soul ablaze. She melted into me, her hands sliding down to grip the front of my shirt as our mouths moved together in a desperate, hungry dance.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss, gazing into her eyes, breathless.

"That was—" Her words were cut off as I surged forward, capturing her lips once more. This time, the kiss was even more passionate, our bodies pressed flush against each other as our hands roamed, exploring and caressing. I slid my palms up the smooth expanse of her back, reveling in the warmth of her skin and the soft, barely audible moans that escaped her.

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Tension simmered between us as I lay sprawled across the rough rock, my bare back scraping against the unyielding surface. But in that moment, I couldn't have cared less. This was the moment I had been fantasizing about for years - a dream I had long thought unattainable.

Who would have guessed that I'd be entangled with Jackie, my best friend, locked in a passionate embrace on a secluded rock in the middle of nowhere?

A snapping twig in the nearby trees jolted us from our trance. We quickly disentangled ourselves, our flushed faces whipping towards the sound.

"What was that?" I whispered breathlessly, pushing the stray hairs from my eyes.

"I don't know," Jackie murmured, slowly shifting off my bare legs.

I cleared my throat and sat up, wincing slightly. "Ow, I'm going to be sore."

Jackie walked back to me, tenderly fixing my disheveled hair. "What's wrong, Ry?"

"How long were we out here?" I asked, my head in my hands.

"Oh, uh..." Jackie paused, then laughed. "A long time."

I couldn't help but join her laughter. "I never imagined we'd end up...doing that...in the middle of nowhere."

"Do you think that noise was one of the girls, coming to check on us?" Jackie mused.

I burst out laughing at the thought. "What?" Jackie exclaimed, playfully smacking my arm.

"Ow!" I cried dramatically, falling back onto the rock and cradling my arm.

"Oh, you big baby," Jackie teased, slowly crawling back on top of me.

"Again?" I questioned with a grin wrapping my hands around her hips.

"See, I knew you weren't even hurt, you faker," she said, sticking out her tongue before getting off me.

"But seriously, what were you laughing about?" Jackie asked as she redressed.

"Oh, y'know - we were out here for like.. two hours, just to come back with no berries," I said, crossing my arms. "And a whole lot of very obvious hickies."

Jackie shrugged and tossed me my shirt, which hit me in my face. "Okay, and?"

"Wow, you're violent today - first my neck, now my face," I teased, pulling on my shirt and shorts.

"On the way back, let's at least grab a few berries, so it looks like we actually tried," Jackie said with a playful eye roll, grabbing my arm and leading me back towards the cabin.

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Chapter 6

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"Ugh, I can't do this anymore,"

I moaned, clutching my burning calves.

"C'mon, hurry," Jackie said, grabbing my arm and pulling me forward.

We had been walking for a while. Taissa had said we needed shelter and water, and I wasn't about to get left behind, so of course, I went along.

"I swear, if we don't find anything, I'm going to be pissed," I complained.

"Oh, stop complaining. It isn't that bad," she teased, speeding up ahead of me.

"Stop! Slow down!" I yelled, starting to jog after

her. My back injury was already flaring up.

"Oh, hell yeah, bitches!" somebody yelled.

"Oh my god," Jackie gasped and ran.

"What are you doing?" I cried out, out of breath. I am not built for hiking. With ragged breaths, I made it to Jackie, and the sight ahead of me was heavenly.

"HELL YES!" I screamed. I looked around as everybody began running into the lake in front of us. I glanced over at Jackie and gave her the biggest grin ever.

I began to strip off my shorts and tank top, making my way to the water. I stopped and looked behind me, seeing Jackie just gawking at me.

"C'mon," I yelled after her.

She then took her clothes off, and I grabbed her hands, leading her into the water with me.

The cool water was a relief against my aching body. Jackie and I waded in, the tension between us palpable. The sunlight reflected off the water, casting an ethereal glow around us.

"Feels good, right?" Jackie said, her voice soft.

"Yeah, it's amazing," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. The closeness of her body, the way her hand felt in mine—it was almost too much to handle.

We floated there for a moment, the water lapping gently around us. Jackie's eyes met mine, and for a second, everything else faded away. The crash, the confusion, the fear—it all disappeared in that brief connection.

"You're awesome, you know that?," Jackie began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?" I said, my heart pounding in my chest.

" Yeah," she said, her eyes searching mine, her grip on my hand tightening.

Jackie's eyes softened, and she moved closer, her body brushing against mine. "Can I?," she whispered.

The air between us was charged with unspoken words and lingering touches. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid beat of her heart. It was intoxicating.

"Yeah," I said, my voice trembling. "I..."

Before I could finish, we were both interrupted by our teammate ,Mari, yelling for us.

"The hell are y'all doing? Come on over here!" she shouted from where she sat on land.

I heard Jackie groan and give me an annoyed look.

"I literally hate them right now," she whispered, starting to swim over to them.

I lightly grabbed her shoulder. "We could continue later, if you want?" I whispered, suddenly gaining confidence. She gave me a smile and nodded, then continued to swim to the shore.

I immediately turned the other way, my back facing the group, and exhaled my breath.

"Holy... fucking shit," I grinned and made crazy faces, letting out all of my excitement.

"Whew," I said, feeling my warm face with my hands despite being in the cold water. I then turned around and swam my way back to land, avoiding Jackie's eye contact.

"Rylee!" Van called out for me.

"Mhm?" I pursed my lips and crossed my arms, making my way to her.

She raised her eyebrows and pulled my arm, leading me away from the rest of the group.

"What the hell was that?" she questioned with a cocky smile.

"What's going on?" Taissa asked as she joined Van's interrogation.

"Rylee over here almost basically banged Jackie in the water," Van said with an evil grin.

"Hey! Woah!" I yelled, raising my hands. "Okay, cut the theatrics. That did not happen," I cried out in desperation, covering my flushed face.

"Oh, but you wish it did," Van teased, getting closer to my face, trying to rip my hands off my face.

"Van, that's enough," Taissa laughed and patted her on the shoulder.

"Okay, seriously though, what is up with you guys?" Taissa joined in. Great.

I groaned. "I don't know?" I said, narrowing my eyes. "Why are you guys literally interrogating me?"

"Pure curiosity," Van snickered and walked away along with Taissa.

"My god," I whispered, walking over to the tide of the lake. I looked at the cool rocks, attempting to get my mind off of this whole thing.

"Woah," I gaped at this blue rock. For some reason, it reminded me of Jackie. I made a mental note to give it to her later today.

"Guys! There's something on the hill!" Van yelled, pointing at the hills. "C'mon!"

I quickly sat up from my spot and threw on my shorts and tank top. Ew, it feels so incredibly wrong putting on dry clothes over wet ones.

I put the blue rock into my shorts pocket, threw my shoes on, and made my way up the mountain with the group.

"Woah," I gasped once we made it to the destination. It was a cabin. But a really creepy one.

"Uhm," I scratched my head, not sure if I liked this. Of course, we were going to stay in this cabin—I mean, it's shelter. But seriously, just look at it. It's terrifying. Won't be shocked if we end up in some stupid slasher movie.

"Watch us be killed by some insane axe murderer," Misty snickered, practically reading my mind.

"I was just about to say that!" I said with a grin. I mean, Misty can be strange but I don't get why people hate her.

"Smart minds think alike," she said, tapping the side of her head before walking to the rest of the group.

I grimaced in response, not wanting to go. But of course, I followed along. The wooden steps creaked under all of our weight, and the door looked like it hadn't been opened in years. Cobwebs hung in the corners, and the windows were so dirty you could barely see through them.

"Great, just great," I muttered under my breath. "This place looks like it's straight out of a

fucking horror movie."

Jackie chuckled. "Yeah, but at least it's shelter, right?"

"Right," I sighed, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "Let's just hope we don't find any skeletons in the closet."

Jackie pushed the door open, and it groaned in protest. The inside was just as creepy as the outside. Dust covered every surface, and the air was thick with the smell of mildew. But it was dry, and it was a roof over our heads.

"Home sweet home," Jackie said sarcastically, giving me a sideways glance.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Let's just please get this over with."

The group started to explore the cabin, checking each room for anything useful. The furniture was old and worn, but it seemed sturdy enough. There was a small kitchen with some rusty pots and pans, and a living room with a moth-eaten couch.

"You guys, check the pantry, see if there's any food. Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use," Taissa ordered.

I watched Jackie run over to the pantry, grab a can of food, and rip it open.

"What the hell? Jackie, that's not your personal buffet," Taissa snapped.

I shot Taissa a glare.

"Ugh, shit." Jackie gagged as she dropped the rotten food onto the floor. "See, this is why we should've stayed in the plane," she shouted.

"Yeah, well, we didn't. So this is helping how exactly?" Taissa retorted.

Jesus, what crawled up her ass?

"This is a literal nightmare," Jackie cried out.

I watched her storm out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her.

"Wow, way to go, Taissa," I scoffed, shaking my head. "You know," I clicked my tongue, "you're really good at being a bitch."

The rest of the group just looked at me like I was crazy. Am I? I mean, pft, give us three weeks and we'll all deserve to be in padded rooms. Guess I'm just the first to go.

I then began to look for Jackie. Thankfully, she was just sitting on the side of the cabin. Unfortunately, she was crying, which hurt my heart.

"Hey," I said softly, approaching her.

She looked up, her eyes red and puffy. "Hey," she replied, her voice shaky.

I sat down beside her, not knowing what to say. The tension between us was thick, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Taissa's a real piece of work, huh?" I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Jackie let out a small, bitter laugh. "Yeah, she is."

We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of everything pressing down on us. I wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but I didn't know how.

"Look, I know this is hard," I said finally. "But we're going to get through it. Together."

Jackie looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and despair. "Do you really believe that?"

"I have to," I said, my voice firm. "Because if I don't, then what's the point?"

She nodded, wiping away her tears. "You're right. We have to stay strong."

The air was thick with unspoken tension as I fumbled to retrieve the rock I had kept for her. My heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension, unsure of how she would react to this unexpected gesture.

"Oh, also," I began, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness, "I, uh, found this and it reminded me of you." The words tumbled out almost as a question, my confidence wavering as I extended the familiar royal blue stone towards her.

I couldn't help but let out a self-conscious laugh, trying to diffuse the palpable awkwardness that hung between us. This was far from a suave, romantic moment - it was clumsy and uncertain, mirroring the conflicting emotions stirring within me.

Jackie's eyes widened as she took the stone from my hand, her fingers brushing against mine. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I could feel my cheeks burning.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. She turned the stone over in her hand, examining it closely.

"It's beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The tension between us was almost unbearable, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Jackie looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine. " you're really sweet," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just.. thought you'd like it."

She then shuffled closer, her gaze never leaving mine.

"I do. It means a lot to me."

The air between us was charged with unspoken words and lingering touches. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her breath hitched slightly when our fingers intertwined. It was like the world had shrunk down to just the two of us, and nothing else mattered.

"Jackie.." I started, but the words caught in my throat.

She leaned in closer, her lips just inches from mine. "Yeah?" she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

"I... I'm not sure how to say this," I stammered, squinting at her through the dim light. The cold night air bit at my skin, but her presence was all I could focus on.

Jackie raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a curious, almost teasing smile as she waited for me to continue. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and expectation, and I felt my heartbeat quicken.

"Um..." I began, feeling the words catch in my throat. "We should... uh, go back inside," I blurted out, pointing awkwardly towards the cabin. "It's really cold, and I don't want you to freeze to death."

She chuckled, the sound warming me more than any fire could. "Right," she said, standing up. Her movement was fluid, graceful, and as she reached out to grab my hand, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me.

"I... I actually like your company," I added with a shy smile, attempting to cover my not-so-subtle confession with a bit of humor.

Jackie laughed again, a genuine, heartfelt laugh that made my heart flutter. "I like your company too," she replied softly, squeezing my hand.

We walked back to the cabin hand in hand, the silence between us charged with unspoken words and feelings. It was as if the cold night air and the stars above had woven a delicate web of tension around us, each step bringing us closer to something neither of us could fully articulate.

As we stepped into the warmth of the cabin, Van's voice broke the spell. "Well, well, look who's holding hands," She remarked with a sly grin.

We quickly dropped each other's hands, a blush creeping up both our faces. But the connection lingered, an invisible thread that neither of us could sever.

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"Now we're going to need something to clean the wound ,"

Misty said, running off to who knows where. Here I was, sitting against a tree with a huge ass laceration on my back, feeling utterly helpless.

"Okay, I have some alcohol," Misty announced as she tore off the lid.

"Huh?" My voice was hoarse from crying. I had told Jackie to go help others, despite her begging to stay. I didn't want her seeing me like this, especially not bawling my eyes out, which was not attractive whatsoever. The immense burning on my back snapped me out of my daydreams. "FUCK!" I screamed as Misty abruptly poured the alcohol on my wound.

"I have good and bad news. What do you want to hear first?" she asked, walking in front of me so I could see her.

"Uh... I don't know, good?" I muttered, covering my face with my bloodied hands.

"The rod didn't fully go through you," she said.

"Uh, okay?.. alright," I said slowly, not sure whether to be happy or not.

"But you could die due to infections," Misty deadpanned.

"WHAT?" I choked on my spit and automatically got goosebumps. "What the hell do you mean?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"I mean, you had a foreign object impale you, so..." she said, crossing her arms. "We need meds, and look around, it doesn't look like we have much."

"But I'll work on trying to find some. For now, we need to make a tourniquet," she said, running off towards the direction of the suitcases. I really hoped my suitcase was somewhere out here and not burnt to a crisp because I had really cute clothes in there.

Misty returned with a makeshift tourniquet, which was originally a shirt. "Alright, this might hurt a lot, but we need to stop the bleeding," she said, her voice calm and methodical. She tied the tourniquet around my waist, tightening it until the bleeding slowed.

"Okay, we need to keep you as still as possible to prevent further injury. The alcohol should help disinfect the wound, but we need antibiotics to prevent infection," she explained, her tone filled with a mix of urgency and knowledge.

I nodded, trying to focus on her words rather than the pain. "Thanks, Misty. You're really smart, you know that?"

She gave me a small smile. "I've read a lot of medical journals. Comes in handy in situations like this."

As she worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Despite the dire circumstances, Misty's calm and nerdy demeanor provided a strange sense of comfort. She was like a walking encyclopedia, and right now, that was exactly what I needed.

"Can you walk?" she asked, her eyes scanning the area for potential dangers.

"I think so," I said, gritting my teeth as I tried to stand. The pain was excruciating, but I managed to get to my feet with Misty's help.

"Let's go. We'll find a way to get through this," she said, her determination evident in her voice.

As we made our way through the wreckage, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. With Misty's knowledge, maybe we had a chance of surviving this nightmare.

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Before I knew it, night had fallen, and the darkness around me was thick and unsettling. I had been sitting at the same tree stump for what felt like hours, and to be honest, it probably was. I was chipping at my nail polish and fidgeting with the tight tourniquet around my waist. Hey, at least it made my waist look snatched, so a win is a win, right?

The pain from the wound was excruciating, so I didn't bother talking to anyone. If somebody had the audacity to say "you're going to be okay" for the 14th time today, I was going to slap them.

As I was busy peeling at my nail polish, I saw a figure standing in front of me.

"Hey," the figure said.

I looked up and saw it was Jackie.

"Hi," I said shortly, continuing to mess with my nails.

"I was going to ask how you're doing, but... y'know," she laughed as she sat down beside me.

"Oh, shut up," I laughed with her.

I turned my head to look at her, making eye contact. She softly smiled at me.

"Soo, about the party," she said, breaking eye contact by looking down, almost trying to hold in a smile.

"Oh god, please, anything but that," I groaned.

"What?" she said, looking my way.

"No, like, I just mean it'll be awkward," I laughed nervously. I genuinely suck at these types of things, and I didn't want her thinking I didn't enjoy it... because I really did.

"Oh," she laughed quietly.

"Did you like... hate it or something?" she teased me.

"No!" I said rather loudly. "I mean, like, no, I guess," I tried my best to act nonchalant and shrugged.

She laughed again, biting her lip.

The silence between us grew, thick with unspoken words and tension. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, not just from the pain but from the weight of our conversation. Jackie shifted closer, her shoulder brushing against mine. The contact sent a shiver down my spine.

"Look, I know things are weird right now," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't want this to change anything between us."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Yeah, me neither," I managed to say, my voice cracking slightly.

Jackie reached out and took my hand, her touch gentle but firm. "We'll figure this out, okay? Together."

I squeezed her hand, grateful for her presence. "Okay," I whispered, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

The night seemed to close in around us, the darkness amplifying the tension between us. I could hear the distant sounds of the others, but it felt like we were in our own little bubble, isolated from the rest of the world.

Jackie's eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty—it all seemed to disappear in that brief connection. But the moment was fleeting, and reality came crashing back in.

"We should get some rest," Jackie said, breaking the silence. "We'll need our strength for tomorrow."

I nodded, reluctantly letting go of her hand. "Yeah, you're right."

As she stood up to leave, I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. I wanted to reach out, to hold onto her, but I knew I couldn't. Not now, not with everything that was happening.

"Goodnight," she said, giving me one last smile before walking away.

"Goodnight," I whispered, watching her disappear into the darkness. I leaned back against the tree stump, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions.

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I groaned as I attempted to stretch my back, which only ended up with me crying out in pain. Great, I'm crippled, I had somehow completely forgotten.

I shakily stood up against the tree, trying my best not to fall over and injure myself any worse. "Whew," I breathed out, tucking my hair behind my ears and making my way toward the group.

I had completely isolated myself from everybody. The last thing I wanted was to talk to anyone. I was cranky, hungry, and in pain;not in the mood. But then again, I couldn't get on anybody's bad side because, once again, we're in the middle of nowhere, and anything can happen.

My brain was still stuck on the conversation Jackie and I had. A part of me wanted to kiss her. But that would be kind of a jerk move since we literally just crashed. Ugh, I don't know. That also reminded me—has she talked to Shauna about the whole boyfriend cheating thing? I know that conversation is going to be intense, and I totally want to witness it.

"Hey," I croaked out as I made my way toward the group. They were sitting down, rationing water and food. Wow, thanks for waking me up everybody. Pft. What if I, like...starved to death in my sleep?

"Here, get some water," Jackie said quickly as she poured me some into a cup and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I smiled as I sat next to her.

"Travis, what are you doing?" Van yelled as he ran over like a big fatass and took a bunch of food.

I gave him a dirty look as he passed by.

"Maybe you didn't notice, but we're kind of in a situation here, Flex," Lottie scoffed.

"Don't," Nat spat.

I groaned and side-eyed Jackie. We both tried to hold in our laughs. I accidentally let out a snort, and everybody looked at me. "What?" I questioned, drinking my water with a small smile.

"Who died and made him king of snacks?" Lottie continued.

"His dad, Lottie," Nat argued. "Literally his fucking dad."

"Oh my god," I whispered. Can everyone just shut the hell up?

"Yeah, I'm leaving. Y'all are annoying," I scoffed and made my way over to the suitcases to try and find mine. I brought two dark blue suitcases with stickers all over them, so they're pretty recognizable.

As I rummaged through the pile, I couldn't help but think about Jackie. Her presence was comforting, but the awkwardness between us was intense. I could feel her eyes on me even now, making my heart race and my mind whirl with confusion.

I found one of my suitcases, pulling it out with a triumphant huff. As I unzipped it to check for supplies, I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Jackie.

"Hey," she said softly, her voice tinged with concern.

"Hey," I replied, not looking up. I focused on the contents of my suitcase, pretending to be busy.

"You okay?" she asked, stepping closer.

"Yeah, just peachy," I said sarcastically. "As okay as one can be after a plane crash."

"I get it," she said, her tone more serious. "But you don't have to go through this alone. We're all in this together."

"I know," I sighed, finally looking up at her. "It's just...a lot, you know?"

"Yeah, I do," she nodded, sitting down next to me.

"About the party..."

"Can we not talk about that right now?" I interrupted, feeling my cheeks flush. I really don't want to have this conversation again.

Jackie looked at me, her eyes soft but determined. "We need to actually talk about it at some point."

"I know," I admitted. "But not now. Not here."

"Fair enough," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Just know I don't regret it."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. "I don't either."

We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us almost tangible. Finally, Jackie broke the silence.

"Let's go back to the group," she said, standing up and extending a hand to help me up.

"Sure," I said, taking her hand and standing up slowly, wincing at the pain in my back.

We walked back to the group, the awkwardness still lingering but slightly eased by our shared understanding.

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Authors note: small lil chapter, i also changed the faceclaim to Lauren de Graaf aswell.

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After a few minutes, my aunt arrived at our house.

"I'm leaving!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house.

My mom emerged slowly from the hallway, hugging herself as if warding off a chill only she could feel. She looked off, her eyes distant and troubled.

"I'm sorry for what I said," she groaned, rubbing her temples. "I'm just stressed about my baby flying for the first time." She forced a small, strained smile.

She walked over and took my hand, prying open my fist to place something in it—my grandma's necklace.

"Mom..." I whispered, shaking my head slightly.

"Just take it, okay? It's a good luck charm," she insisted, rubbing my arm. "Plus, it'll make me feel better if you have it." Her eyes held a pleading look that made my stomach twist.

I nodded and clasped the necklace around my neck.

"James!" My mom called out, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Coming," he mumbled, shuffling out of the hallway with an air of reluctance. "Bye," he said with a half-hearted wave.

Wow, that was soo comforting...

A car horn blared from outside, snapping us out of the moment.

"Well, I've gotta go," I said, pointing behind me with my thumb.

My mom nodded slightly, her eyes never leaving mine as she walked me out onto the front lawn. I could feel the weight of her gaze even as I turned away, heading down the patio steps with my suitcases in tow. I climbed into my aunt's car, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hey, Aunty," I said, forcing a grin.

"Hey, hun. You excited?" she asked, her cheerful tone a stark contrast to the foreboding air that clung to the evening.

My aunt drove off, and I watched our house grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. My mom's figure stood motionless on the lawn, her silhouette growing fainter until it was swallowed by the distance.

"Yeah," I sighed, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window.

As the car sped down the street, a gnawing unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Was it my mom's cryptic comment from earlier, or was it my own gut feeling? Something felt off, and it wasn't good. The further we drove, the more the sense of dread grew, wrapping around me like a cold, relentless embrace.

"What's up?" my aunt asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror as she navigated the winding road.

"It was something my mom said. She has me overthinking now," I laughed nervously. God, I sound so stupid and gullible.

"You know my sister has been having a rough time. I wouldn't take anything she says seriously," she replied, shaking her head as if to shake off the weight of it all.

"Well, with the comment she made, I'm not excited to fly anymore," I said, slumping further into my seat and crossing my arms.

My aunt's face turned serious, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the steering wheel. "What? What'd she say?" she asked quickly, almost nervously.

"She said she had a bad feeling about my flight," I mumbled. "What if she's righ—"

"Nope," my aunt interrupted, her tone decisive and final. "Your mother is ill, she's struggling mentally. Don't fall into her fake idealizations," she said, turning on the radio to drown out the conversation.

I sighed and nodded, feeling the tension in the car thickening. She's right, I sound crazy right now. I can't be doing this. I'm about to compete and I need to be in the best space of mind possible. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was sprouting, despite my best efforts to ignore it.

The car hummed along the road, the landscape outside a blur. My mind was a whirl of thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last. The familiar voice of the radio DJ felt distant, like it was coming from another world.

As we approached the airport, the sense of unease only grew. My aunt kept glancing at me in the mirror, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and frustration. The parking lot was crowded, cars and people moving in a chaotic dance.

"Are you sure you're okay?" my aunt asked as we pulled up to the terminal.

I nodded, but my voice betrayed me. "Yeah, I'm fine." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue.

We parked and started unloading my bags. The bustle of the airport was a stark contrast to the eerie quiet of the car ride. People hurried past, their faces blurred by my anxiety.

"Here, let me help you," my aunt said, her voice softer now. She handed me my suitcase and wrapped me in a quick, tight hug.

"You'll be fine. Just focus on your competition, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered, my throat tight with unshed tears.

As I walked towards the entrance, I could feel her eyes on me, as if she was trying to impart all the strength she could through that one last look. I waved without turning back, afraid that if I did, I might lose my resolve.

Inside the airport, the sense of dread returned, stronger than ever. I moved through security in a daze, each step feeling heavier than the last. The gate was crowded, the noise of the intercom and the chatter of other passengers a dull roar in my ears.

I took a seat by the window, watching the planes take off and land. My mom's words echoed in my mind, the bad feeling she had shared. I shook my head, trying to clear the thought. I had to focus. I had to believe it was just her illness talking.

But the knot in my stomach tightened, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

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Me and my teammates all met up and found spots for us to sit on our plane. I ran over to a seat in the farthest back, of course next to the window. I mean, I know I'm terrified of heights, but maybe it'd be pretty cool to look outside and see the clouds and stuff.

I had our coach help me throw my bag up in the storage above the seats. Then, I threw myself onto my seat and quickly buckled in—I'm not taking any chances. I laughed as I heard the girls thank Lottie for the wonderful plane her dad had picked out.

"Hey," I heard a girl say.

I looked to my right and saw Jackie.

Shit shit shit.

I had somehow forgotten everything about last night. My throat closed up, and I couldn't even mutter a word, so I just nervously smiled and nodded at her.

She then sat next to me. Great. She's my best friend, I love her, but with what happened last night, I really don't want to see her face for my own sake. I barely remember what happened, but what I do know is that we made out.

"You nervous?" Jackie asked as she took in her surroundings.

"Mhm, a shit ton actually," I laughed, scratching my neck nervously.

"We'll be fine," she said, giving my thigh a squeeze.

It shot electricity through my entire body, making my palms sweat and the hairs on my arm stand on end. I nodded my head and gave her a tight-lipped half smile. The plane's engines roared to life, and the vibrations intensified my unease.

As the plane started to taxi down the runway, I glanced out the window, the world outside becoming a blur. My mind raced back to my mom's words, her bad feeling about this flight. I tried to shake it off, but the knot in my stomach tightened with every second.

The plane began to ascend. I stared out the window, watching the clouds drift by, trying to distract myself from the growing sense of dread. Jackie chatted away beside me, her voice a comforting presence in the otherwise tense atmosphere.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt rocked the plane, and the overhead lights flickered. Gasps and nervous murmurs filled the cabin. My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped the armrests, my knuckles turning white.

"It's just turbulence," Jackie said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her own fear. "We'll be fine."

The captain's voice crackled over the intercom, reassuring us that it was just a minor disturbance and that everything was under control. But the unease lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as we flew. The plane shook occasionally, each tremor sending a fresh wave of anxiety through me. I kept replaying my mom's words, wondering if this was what she had foreseen.

Jackie fell silent, her hand still resting on my thigh, offering a semblance of comfort. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing, but the fear refused to subside. The cabin seemed to grow colder, the air thicker with unspoken fears and the weight of the unknown.

In the dim light of the cabin, I could see the adult chaperons huddled together, their faces drawn with worry. The camaraderie we shared felt like a fragile thread, stretched thin by the mounting tension.

The plane jolted again, more violently this time, and a few passengers screamed. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Jackie's grip on my thigh tightened, and I turned to her, our eyes locking in a moment of shared fear.

And before we knew it, the plane was going down.

The sudden drop in altitude yanked us from our seats, the sensation of free fall squeezing the breath out of my lungs.

The once comforting hum of the engines turned into a deafening roar, and the plane's structure creaked under the immense pressure. Panic erupted like a storm around me; passengers screamed, and the overhead compartments burst open, sending bags and belongings flying through the cabin.

Jackie's hand clamped down on mine, her nails digging into my skin. Her face was a mask of terror, and I could hear her frantic breathing over the chaos. I tried to steady my own ragged breaths, but fear gripped my throat like a vice.

The lights flickered, plunging us into moments of darkness before the emergency lights kicked in, bathing the cabin in an eerie red glow.

The intercom crackled to life, the captain's voice barely audible over the mayhem.

"Brace for impact! Brace for impact!" he repeated, his words a chilling confirmation of our worst fears.

I fumbled for the safety card in the seat pocket, my hands shaking uncontrollably. The images blurred before my eyes as I tried to make sense of the instructions. Jackie grabbed the card from me, her voice a harsh whisper. "Heads down, arms over your head," she instructed, her own fear barely contained.

I followed her lead, curling up as tightly as I could, my body trembling with adrenaline. Time seemed to stretch and contract all at once, every second a lifetime of terror. The plane continued its descent, the sounds of metal groaning and the air rushing past the windows amplifying the horror.

Through the chaos, I remembered my mom's words, her bad feeling. The necklace around my neck felt heavy, a stark reminder of her plea. Was this what she had foreseen? The thought made my blood run cold.

Suddenly, the plane jolted violently, and the impact threw us forward. The gruesome screeching sound of tearing metal filled the air, and the cabin was engulfed in a deafening cacophony. My head slammed against the seat in front of me, stars exploding in my vision. The world turned into a blur of screams, pain, and confusion.

When the noise finally subsided, a haunting silence took over. I lifted my head, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my skull. The cabin was filled with smoke and the acrid smell of burning fuel. People around me were crying, moaning in pain, or eerily quiet. Jackie was slumped in her seat, her hand still gripping mine, but her eyes were closed.

"Jackie?" I croaked, my voice barely a whisper. Panic surged through me as I shook her, desperate for a response. After a few agonizing moments, she groaned and opened her eyes, blinking in confusion. Relief washed over me, but it was fleeting.

"We need to fucking get out now!," I yelled, my voice cracking. The emergency exits loomed ahead, and I unbuckled my seatbelt, my movements frantic. Jackie followed suit, her face pale and stricken.

We stumbled through the wreckage and dead bodies, helping each other over debris and fallen luggage. The once pristine cabin was now a warzone, and the sight of injured and dead passengers made my stomach churn. Every step felt like an eternity as we fought our way to the escape exit.

Outside, the cold air hit us like a slap. The plane had crash-landed in a remote, forested area, and the wreckage was scattered across the landscape. Fires burned in several places, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

We moved away from the plane, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I clutched the necklace around my neck, a tear slipping down my cheek. We were alive, but the nightmare was far from over. The ordeal had only just begun.

"Jackie, I need to help the others!" I yelled over the commotion, my face blank with trauma.

"What, no!" she screamed, grabbing my arm.

"Jackie... please," I pleaded, giving her a desperate look before making my way back into the plane.

The sight that greeted me was beyond comprehension. Previously, I hadn't paid much attention to the dead bodies, focused solely on escaping. But now, the full extent of the horror hit me like a freight train. I gagged as I saw a girl impaled, her lifeless eyes staring into nothingness.

The smoke clawed at my nose and lungs with every breath. I pulled my shirt over my face, trying to filter out the toxic air. That's when I noticed my clavicle was slashed open, blood seeping onto the hem of my shirt. There was nothing I could do about it now. I pressed my shirt against my nose and squinted through the ash and heat that burned my eyes.

"Van!" I gasped, spotting the familiar redhead trapped in her seat, covered by debris. My voice was hoarse from inhaling ash, but I didn't care. I was going to save my friend, my teammate.

I leaped over debris, frantically pulling away the metal and scraps trapping her. Van screamed as the flames crept closer.

"We need to go, it's too dangerous!" Shauna grabbed my arm, trying to drag me away.

"I'm not fucking leaving Van!" I screamed, shoving her arm away.

My hands bled from the effort of pulling the sharp scraps. Using my full body weight, I yanked at the metal. It dislodged suddenly, sending me flying backward. I yelped as I landed on a piece of what I assumed was glass, its sharp edges slicing deep into my flesh. It felt like it had touched my spine.

"Oh my god," I cried, reaching back to feel the extent of the injury.

Groaning, I struggled to get up. By then, Van had freed herself and pulled me up, forcing us out of the plane. We stumbled through the wreckage, my back on fire with pain. Blood stained my shorts and trickled down my leg. I was bleeding a lot.

Thank god I couldn't see my back. The horrified looks from the others made me terrified of how bad my injuries really were.

"How big is the glass?" I cried as Van sat me down on the dirt.

"Rylee... it's not glass. It's metal," she said nervously.

"What!" My mind cleared and raced all at once. "What the fuck!" I yelled, eyes wide with panic. "What do you mean?"

"It looks like... a rod? I don't know," she rambled, examining my wound.

Jackie was not going to be happy about this. Speaking of which, where is she?

The chaos around us was overwhelming. People were crying, screaming, and searching for loved ones. The wreckage of the plane was a twisted, burning mass, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

The smell of burning fuel and flesh was nauseating.

I scanned the area, desperate to find Jackie. My vision blurred with tears and pain. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the reality of my injuries was setting in. I could feel the metal rod embedded in my back with every slight movement, a constant reminder of the nightmare we were living.

"Jackie!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "Jackie, where are you?"

Van tried to calm me down, but I was beyond reason. The fear and pain were too much to bear. I needed to find Jackie, to know she was okay. The thought of losing her was absolutely unbearable.

Suddenly, I saw her. She was helping another teammate, her face streaked with soot and tears. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. The ground beneath us trembled, and a loud explosion rocked the area. The plane's fuel tank had ignited, sending a fireball into the sky.

"Get down!" someone yelled, and we all hit the ground, covering our heads as debris rained down around us.

When the chaos subsided, I looked up to see Jackie running towards me. She dropped to her knees beside me, her eyes wide with fear and concern.

"Rylee, oh my god, are you okay?" she cried, her hands hovering over my injuries, unsure where to touch.

"I'm... I'm fine," I lied, wincing as pain shot through my body. "We need to get out of here."

With Jackie and Van's help, I struggled to my feet. Every step was agony, but I forced myself to move. We had to get to safety, away from the burning wreckage and the memories of those we couldn't save.

Help was on the way, but for now, we were on our own, fighting to survive the nightmare that had become our reality.

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Authors note: Girlie thinks theyre getting saved awww nawww😭😶😶 little does she knowwwwwww

alsoo long chapter to make up for not posting for a hot second, yw babes🙏🏻🙏🏻

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I was soon pulled out of my dreams by the loud obnoxious noise of my phone's alarm.

"Shut the hell up," I groaned into my pillow, slamming my arm onto my nightstand. I fumbled around, feeling for the familiar shape. I grabbed the phone and pressed a bunch of buttons in a desperate attempt to silence the terrible noise, my face still squished into my pillow.

With a heavy sigh, I pulled the blankets off my bare legs, the cold morning air hitting my skin and giving me goosebumps. Reluctantly, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled to my closet to change my shorts into sweats. I was mid-change when a loud banging began on my front door.

I immediately froze, side-eyeing my bedroom door. Should I go check, or just ignore it? Choosing the first option, I tiptoed to the front door of my apartment and peeked through the peephole. Two men in suits holding a piece of paper stood there, looking official and impatient.

Fuck. My bills.

They're here because my poor ass never pays my bills on time. I always lied and said I'd pay it next week, and now I guess the lies have caught up to me. Great.

"Yeahhh, no, I'm good," I muttered, giving my door a sassy smile as if they could see me. I returned to my room, hastily changing into grey sweats and a cropped white tank top that ended right at my belly button, paired with a baggy black sweater. At this point, the men were still knocking and had begun to yell for me.

"Sato Hanaka!" one of them called out, his voice stern.

"We know you're in there. Come out here now; we need to speak to you," he continued, clearly getting more irritated.

Him saying that just makes me not want to speak to them even more. I quickly threw on my shoes, grabbed a banana from the kitchen, and peeked through the peephole again. They were still there.

"Shit," I mumbled. I had to get to work, and they were in my way.

I hurried back to my bedroom and grabbed 14,000 won, which is about $10—just in case of an emergency. I threw everything I needed into my purse: makeup, phone, AirPods, money, coins, and a pocket knife;for safety, of course.

Slipping open my bedroom window, I crawled through to avoid facing the men at my front door. Thank god I live on the first floor. Pulling my jacket over my shoulder since it had fallen down, I bolted from the apartment building, hoping to avoid getting caught by the suits.

As I rounded the corner, I heard the men knocking louder and calling my name again. I chuckled to myself, imagining their faces when they realized I had Houdini-ed my way out.

With the adrenaline still pumping, I made my way to the train station. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here I was, dodging bill collectors like some kind of action movie star, all before 10am.

While waiting for the train, I bit into my banana, and put in my AirPods, already planning how to navigate my day. I'd hit the coffee shop first (hopefully without spilling it this time), then head to work and try to lay low until the coast was clear.

As I boarded the train, I noticed a couple of people staring. "What? Never seen someone have a rough morning before?" I sassed under my breath, rolling my eyes. They quickly looked away, clearly not wanting to mess with someone who looked like they'd been through a war zone.

Sitting down, I cranked up the volume on my music, letting the beats drown out the chaos of the morning. Today was going to be interesting, to say the least. But hey, I'd survived worse. At least I still had my sense of humor, even if my luck was nowhere to be found.

I soon then arrived at work, slipping in through the back entrance to avoid any more unwanted encounters. My coworkers gave me a few curious glances, but I just flashed them a smile and made a beeline for the bathroom to sit on my phone for a couple minutes. Time to buckle down and get through the day. One disaster at a time.

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After hours of serving ice cream to a never-ending stream of customers, it was finally the end of my shift. The second the clock hit 2:30 PM, I made a beeline for the backrooms to change out of my sticky, ice cream-splattered work clothes and into something that made me feel like a human again.

Once I changed, I checked my phone and saw 50 freaking missed calls from an unknown number.

"What the hell?" I whispered, squinting at the screen in confusion.

"Whatcha doin'?" Lia, one of my coworkers, asked as she walked in. She was one of the first friends I made when I came to Korea. It was nice having another friend who wasn't initially from here.

"Nothing," I sighed, putting my phone down on my lap, not bothering to turn it off. Lia gave me a strange look and glanced at my phone.

"Woah, what the hell?" she gasped, sitting down on the bench next to me.

"Yeah, it's probably bank shit," I shrugged, feeling a pang of anxiety.

"Girl, if you ever need money, seriously just ask me," she said, giving me a comforting rub on my arm.

"It's okay, really," I smiled at her, appreciating the gesture.

"Plus, I'm making some money. Best believe I'm going to be rich," I said as I got up and grabbed my bag.

"Remember, at 8pm we have the movie, okay?" Lia said with a stern look, knowing I tended to forget things.

"I know, I know. I have it written in my notes app," I said, gesturing towards my phone.

"Alright, well, I'll see you in a bit," she said, patting my head before we parted ways.

With a bit of money in my pocket, I decided to stop by a coffee shop on my way home. The door's bell greeted me with a loud 'ding'.

"Hmm," I pondered as I looked at the menu. "Can I get a, uh, chocolate mint latte, please?" I asked, locking my fingers and giving the worker a polite smile.

"Coming right up," the worker said, starting to make my drink.

As they finished my order and handed it to me, I thanked them, paid, and headed towards the bus station. But just as I took my first sip, I tripped over an uneven sidewalk. Thankfully, I managed to save my drink, but my pride took a hit.

As I made it into the train station, I got a call from the unknown number. Feeling brave, I answered.

"Who is this?" I said, not even attempting to speak Korean as my anger began to rise.

"Sato Hanaka," a man said.

"Yeah, the fuck you want? Calling me 50-something times, pft, are you crazy?" I yelled at my phone, not caring if anybody thought I was insane.

"You owe 139,820,000 won."

I gasped, my hand slapped against my mouth.

"Wha-... what?" I whispered into my phone.

"You have a limited time to make this money up. If you continue to refuse to pay this debt, you will be prosecuted," the man said sternly.

"If I continue to refuse?!" I yelled.

"What the he—" I said but was abruptly cut off by the man hanging up on me.

I threw my phone across the bench I was sitting on and buried my head in my hands, beginning to cry. Once again, I ignored the many dirty looks others were giving me.

I then felt a presence sit beside me. Who would sit beside a crazy crying woman?

I squinted through the cracks of my fingers and saw a man in a suit. He looked like a banker. Shit.

"Hello, ma'am," the man greeted me.

I raised my head from my hands and gave him a dirty look.

"Can I talk to you?" he questioned.

"No you may not," I snapped and looked the other way.

"Listen, I want to let you in on a great opportunity to—"

"Piss off!" I cut him off, waving him away with my hand.

"Would you like to play a game with me?" he said seriously.

I laughed in his face. "Either you're a rapist or a crack addict," I scoffed. "Go away."

"Ddakji," he said simply.

"What?" I said, giving him a stupid look.

"You know that game, right?" he questioned.

I sighed. "Yep," I said, fidgeting with my hands. I was starting to get nervous. What did a grown man want from me?

"Play a few rounds of Ddakji with me. And each time you win, I'll pay you 100,000 won."

My back straightened, and my head snapped towards him.

"So if I win... I get..." I questioned him, looking straight into his eyes.

"100,000 won," he continued my sentence for me.

"Well..." I bit my lip, thinking. "Uhh, then sure," I said, acting nonchalant and sniffled, wiping away any leftover tears.

"I look like shit, right?" I whispered to him.

"No, you look beautiful, ma'am," he said with a smile.

Yeah, my little test just proved he's a complete liar.

"Well, let's begin the game then," I said, facing him and shrugging.

"You can also be the first to play."

I gave him a suspicious look. "Alright, where's the twist?"

"Well, if you lose, you pay me 100,000 won."

I scoffed and grabbed my bag, ready to leave. "Just look at me. You think I got that type of money lying around and shit?" I laughed.

As I walked away from him, I couldn't help but realize the full potential amount of money I could win. Plus, how hard could Ddakji really be?

I groaned and threw my head back. "Fine!" I yelled, throwing my hands up and walking back to him.

He smiled at me in response.

Creepy ass...

"I'll kill you and hide your body, and nobody will ever find out it was me if you scam my ass," I smiled at him innocently and batted my eyes while folding my hands in my lap.

"Right," he laughed.

I picked the color blue and began the game, and to my shitty luck, I lost.

My jaw dropped as he flipped over my paper. I avoided his eye contact and scratched my head, looking around.

"Well, uh... this is…awkward," I laughed.

The man extended his hand, almost asking for the nonexistent money. "Well, what's wrong?" the man asked, waiting for his money.

"How about you use your body to pay?" he offered.

"Woah, what the hell!" I yelled, raising my hands to touch the sides of my head in shock. "I knew you were a fucking weirdo. I'm not having sex with you for money!" I screamed, pointing my finger at him.

He then abruptly slapped the Mario coins out of me. I groaned, massaging the side of my face.

"Yah! You just hit a woman!" I yelled at him.

"I'll take 100 grand off per slap." He said normally as if he didn't just assault me.

Now, you probably think I'm so incredibly smart and stopped right then and there. Uhh, I didn't... sorry! I let this crazy ass man slap me multiple times, but guess what your girl got? 500,000 fucking won!

As he handed me the 500 grand, I began to jump up and down, screaming.

"WOOHOO!" I yelled out loud. As the train stopped, hundreds of people began to swarm the station, but I had no worries in the world.

"YESS!" I danced, waving my money in the air, even dancing in people's faces. People laughed at me, thinking I was some drug addict. Some gave me dirty looks, whispered, or even danced along with me.

"Bitch got some moneyyy," I sang out loud.

"There are other games like this where you can make even more," the man said to me as he watched me dance.

"Huh?" I questioned, still goggling at my new hard-earned money.

"Yeah, nah, I'm good with this," I laughed, waving my money around.

"Mrs Sato, earlier, you signed away your physical rights."

My eyes furrowed, my mouth agape.

"Your name is Sato Hanaka. 23 years old," he said while beginning to stand up.

I gasped. How does this bitch know my name and age?

"You moved here three years ago. You originally lived in Sacramento, California, but moved due to personal issues. Leaving your entire family behind, just for your selfishness of what?…Of money," he said, basically ridiculing me.

"But that's not it... is it?" he questioned, getting in my face.

I gave him a mean mug in response.

"You had... a few issues at your school, am I right?" He smiled. "Five different middle schools," he whistled. "And eight different high schools," he continued. "Rough time getting along with everybody, huh? I wonder what your record looked like," he laughed.

"Shut the hell up!" I yelled, beginning to get absolutely terrified of what this man was capable of.

"And... you owe 139,820,000 won," he smiled, finishing.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Well, thanks, Captain Fucking Obvious.

I slowly stood up and got closer to his face. "The hell do you want?" I whispered.

He then pulled a tan card out of his shirt pocket.

"We don't have many spots left," he said ominously. "Just think about it." He then walked off into the train, which soon left.

I just stood there, like a complete idiot. I mean, an idiot with 500,000 won, right? Let's not forget the fact I basically just got free money.

Obviously, I'm scared shitless, but for now, I'm gonna go blow this money. Pft, you think I was gonna spend it on bills? Hell no. Good financial stability and choices, who's she?

But as I walked away, the weight of his words lingered. What had I just gotten myself into? The ominous feeling settled in my gut, and I couldn't shake the sense that this was only the beginning of something far more sinister.

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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"Fuck!" I yelled as my cup of coffee slipped from my hands and splattered all over the sidewalk.

I groaned, running my hands through my hair, already feeling the judgmental stares from the older folks passing by. The urge to mean mug them was at an all-time high. Today was a complete disaster.

First, my mom cussed me out over the phone because I couldn't fly back to California for some random family member I don't even know. Then, I ripped my favorite pair of jeans and had to buy a new pair so I didn't walk around with a giant hole on my ass. And now, my expensive-ass coffee, the one thing I bought to spoil myself, was all over the pavement.

"Great, just great," I muttered, glaring at the coffee puddle as if it had personally offended me. I could feel the caffeine slipping away, taking my last shred of sanity with it.

An elderly lady walked by, giving me a disapproving look. "What the hell are you looking at?" I snapped, rolling my eyes. She huffed and kept walking, clutching her purse a little tighter.

I sighed, bending down to pick up the now-empty cup. "Of course, this would happen today," I grumbled, tossing the cup into a nearby trash can. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a text from my mom.

"Don't forget to call Aunt Nami," it read. I groaned again. Aunt Nami? Who the fuck is Aunt Nami? I couldn't keep up with all these distant relatives.

As I walked down the street, I couldn't help but replay the morning's events in my head. My mom's voice still echoed in my ears, her frustration palpable.

"You never come home anymore! What's so important that you can't visit your own family?" she had yelled. I had tried to explain, but she wasn't having it.

Trying to somehow salvage my day, I opened up Apple Music, popped in my AirPods, and let the tunes wash over me. My heart was still heavy from the loss of my coffee. It was actually super good. I know I'm terrible at making good financial choices, but come on, your girl needs a sweet treat now and then.

I headed over to a small shop and picked out a slice of chocolate bread. Thanking the cashier, I handed over my money and immediately indulged in the soft, sweet treat as I walked back out onto the streets.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, a young girl around my age shoulder-checked me like crazy, knocking my phone out of my pocket and sending me sprawling onto the sidewalk. But hey, at least my bread didn't fall. If it had, that girl would be gone by now, I don't play when it comes to my food.

I immediately stood up and turned around to see her running. "Oh hell no," I muttered to myself, shoving my AirPods into my pocket and taking off after her.

I finally caught up to her and gave her shoulders a push.

"Yah!" I yelled in her face.

"What the hell?" I gave her a crazy look as she stared at me blankly.

"What was that about? No sorry, no nothing?" I yelled, my exhaustion and frustration boiling over. This was my absolute last straw.

Maybe I overreacted, but come on, if all these shitty things happened to you in one day, you'd do the same.

I scoffed as she continued to stare at me like she couldn't understand a word I was saying.

"Whatever, I don't have time for stupid people," I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation. I took a big bite of my bread and stomped away from her, my mood as dark as the chocolate in my treat.

She better be glad I don't get into fights anymore.

Trying to shake off the encounter, I cranked up the volume on my music and kept walking. My day had been a series of unfortunate events, and I was determined to find some semblance of peace. Maybe I'd treat myself to another coffee. Or maybe I'd just go home, crawl into bed, and pretend today never happened. Either way, I was done with this nonsense.

As I walked, I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Life had a funny way of throwing curveballs, and today, I was definitely the batter who struck out. But hey, at least I still had my chocolate bread. Small victories, right?

I then spotted a homeless man sitting on the corner. It's not unusual around here—this is a busy street, after all. But today, something about him tugged at my heartstrings, so I decided to go over and help.

I gave him a small smile and reached into my back pocket to get my wallet, only to find it wasn't there.

"Huh," I mumbled, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. I patted down my jeans and sweater, desperately searching for my wallet. But it was gone.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath.

"Are you okay?" the older man asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I was going to give you some money but..." I shrugged, feeling utterly defeated. "I lost my wallet." I laughed, though it was more out of frustration than humor.

"Hah, now we both don't have money," he chuckled.

I gave him a half-hearted laugh. I knew he was trying to be funny, but damn, that low-key hurt my feelings. I loved money—not that I had much of it, but still.

"Uh, I know I ate like half of this, but would you want the rest?" I offered, holding up my half-eaten slice of chocolate bread with an unsure expression.

His face lit up with genuine surprise. "Really?" he gasped.

"Yeah," I smiled, handing it over. He took a big bite, smiling gratefully.

"Thank you so much. May God bless you," he said, bowing his head in appreciation as he continued to enjoy the treat.

My eyes began to water. Such a small gesture had made his day, maybe even his week. It struck me how something so simple could mean so much to someone else. Maybe once I get my money back, I can bring him some more, I thought to myself.

"Your welcome. You enjoy that, sir," I said, waving at him before continuing down the street.

Although I'd lost basically everything I loved today, I'd made someone's day a little brighter. I guess that makes up for it.

But then again, I really needed my wallet back. Like, really needed it. Whatever scum took my wallet, I hope you enjoy the five dollars, dust bunnies, and dry rot sitting in there, because I am broke as hell.

As I walked on, the absurdity of the situation hit me. Here I was, running around like a headless chicken, losing my mind over spilled coffee, ripped jeans, and a stolen wallet, while this man was grateful for half a piece of chocolate bread. Life's funny that way, isn't it?

I cranked up the volume on my music, determined to find some peace in the chaos. I glanced back once more at the man who now seemed to be in his own little world, enjoying the treat I gave him. At least I managed to do one good thing today. Small victories, right?

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from a friend, reminding me of the movie night we had planned for tomorrow. "Great," I thought, "maybe a movie will help me forget this day from hell." With a sigh and a small smile, I decided to go home and enjoy the rest of my day.  After all, it's not every day you get to be a hero, even if it's just for a moment.

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Chapter 4

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After a few minutes, my aunt arrived at our house.

"I'm leaving!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house.

My mom emerged slowly from the hallway, hugging herself as if warding off a chill only she could feel. She looked off, her eyes distant and troubled.

"I'm sorry for what I said," she groaned, rubbing her temples. "I'm just stressed about my baby flying for the first time." She forced a small, strained smile.

She walked over and took my hand, prying open my fist to place something in it—my grandma's necklace.

"Mom..." I whispered, shaking my head slightly.

"Just take it, okay? It's a good luck charm," she insisted, rubbing my arm. "Plus, it'll make me feel better if you have it." Her eyes held a pleading look that made my stomach twist.

I nodded and clasped the necklace around my neck.

"James!" My mom called out, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Coming," he mumbled, shuffling out of the hallway with an air of reluctance. "Bye," he said with a half-hearted wave.

Wow, that was soo comforting...

A car horn blared from outside, snapping us out of the moment.

"Well, I've gotta go," I said, pointing behind me with my thumb.

My mom nodded slightly, her eyes never leaving mine as she walked me out onto the front lawn. I could feel the weight of her gaze even as I turned away, heading down the patio steps with my suitcases in tow. I climbed into my aunt's car, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hey, Aunty," I said, forcing a grin.

"Hey, hun. You excited?" she asked, her cheerful tone a stark contrast to the foreboding air that clung to the evening.

My aunt drove off, and I watched our house grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. My mom's figure stood motionless on the lawn, her silhouette growing fainter until it was swallowed by the distance.

"Yeah," I sighed, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window.

As the car sped down the street, a gnawing unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Was it my mom's cryptic comment from earlier, or was it my own gut feeling? Something felt off, and it wasn't good. The further we drove, the more the sense of dread grew, wrapping around me like a cold, relentless embrace.

"What's up?" my aunt asked, glancing at me through the rearview mirror as she navigated the winding road.

"It was something my mom said. She has me overthinking now," I laughed nervously. God, I sound so stupid and gullible.

"You know my sister has been having a rough time. I wouldn't take anything she says seriously," she replied, shaking her head as if to shake off the weight of it all.

"Well, with the comment she made, I'm not excited to fly anymore," I said, slumping further into my seat and crossing my arms.

My aunt's face turned serious, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the steering wheel. "What? What'd she say?" she asked quickly, almost nervously.

"She said she had a bad feeling about my flight," I mumbled. "What if she's righ—"

"Nope," my aunt interrupted, her tone decisive and final. "Your mother is ill, she's struggling mentally. Don't fall into her fake idealizations," she said, turning on the radio to drown out the conversation.

I sighed and nodded, feeling the tension in the car thickening. She's right, I sound crazy right now. I can't be doing this. I'm about to compete and I need to be in the best space of mind possible. But the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was sprouting, despite my best efforts to ignore it.

The car hummed along the road, the landscape outside a blur. My mind was a whirl of thoughts, each one more unsettling than the last. The familiar voice of the radio DJ felt distant, like it was coming from another world.

As we approached the airport, the sense of unease only grew. My aunt kept glancing at me in the mirror, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and frustration. The parking lot was crowded, cars and people moving in a chaotic dance.

"Are you sure you're okay?" my aunt asked as we pulled up to the terminal.

I nodded, but my voice betrayed me. "Yeah, I'm fine." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue.

We parked and started unloading my bags. The bustle of the airport was a stark contrast to the eerie quiet of the car ride. People hurried past, their faces blurred by my anxiety.

"Here, let me help you," my aunt said, her voice softer now. She handed me my suitcase and wrapped me in a quick, tight hug.

"You'll be fine. Just focus on your competition, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered, my throat tight with unshed tears.

As I walked towards the entrance, I could feel her eyes on me, as if she was trying to impart all the strength she could through that one last look. I waved without turning back, afraid that if I did, I might lose my resolve.

Inside the airport, the sense of dread returned, stronger than ever. I moved through security in a daze, each step feeling heavier than the last. The gate was crowded, the noise of the intercom and the chatter of other passengers a dull roar in my ears.

I took a seat by the window, watching the planes take off and land. My mom's words echoed in my mind, the bad feeling she had shared. I shook my head, trying to clear the thought. I had to focus. I had to believe it was just her illness talking.

But the knot in my stomach tightened, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

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Me and my teammates all met up and found spots for us to sit on our plane. I ran over to a seat in the farthest back, of course next to the window. I mean, I know I'm terrified of heights, but maybe it'd be pretty cool to look outside and see the clouds and stuff.

I had our coach help me throw my bag up in the storage above the seats. Then, I threw myself onto my seat and quickly buckled in—I'm not taking any chances. I laughed as I heard the girls thank Lottie for the wonderful plane her dad had picked out.

"Hey," I heard a girl say.

I looked to my right and saw Jackie.

Shit shit shit.

I had somehow forgotten everything about last night. My throat closed up, and I couldn't even mutter a word, so I just nervously smiled and nodded at her.

She then sat next to me. Great. She's my best friend, I love her, but with what happened last night, I really don't want to see her face for my own sake. I barely remember what happened, but what I do know is that we made out.

"You nervous?" Jackie asked as she took in her surroundings.

"Mhm, a shit ton actually," I laughed, scratching my neck nervously.

"We'll be fine," she said, giving my thigh a squeeze.

It shot electricity through my entire body, making my palms sweat and the hairs on my arm stand on end. I nodded my head and gave her a tight-lipped half smile. The plane's engines roared to life, and the vibrations intensified my unease.

As the plane started to taxi down the runway, I glanced out the window, the world outside becoming a blur. My mind raced back to my mom's words, her bad feeling about this flight. I tried to shake it off, but the knot in my stomach tightened with every second.

The plane began to ascend. I stared out the window, watching the clouds drift by, trying to distract myself from the growing sense of dread. Jackie chatted away beside me, her voice a comforting presence in the otherwise tense atmosphere.

Suddenly, a sharp jolt rocked the plane, and the overhead lights flickered. Gasps and nervous murmurs filled the cabin. My heart pounded in my chest as I gripped the armrests, my knuckles turning white.

"It's just turbulence," Jackie said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her own fear. "We'll be fine."

The captain's voice crackled over the intercom, reassuring us that it was just a minor disturbance and that everything was under control. But the unease lingered, gnawing at the edges of my mind.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as we flew. The plane shook occasionally, each tremor sending a fresh wave of anxiety through me. I kept replaying my mom's words, wondering if this was what she had foreseen.

Jackie fell silent, her hand still resting on my thigh, offering a semblance of comfort. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing, but the fear refused to subside. The cabin seemed to grow colder, the air thicker with unspoken fears and the weight of the unknown.

In the dim light of the cabin, I could see the adult chaperons huddled together, their faces drawn with worry. The camaraderie we shared felt like a fragile thread, stretched thin by the mounting tension.

The plane jolted again, more violently this time, and a few passengers screamed. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. Jackie's grip on my thigh tightened, and I turned to her, our eyes locking in a moment of shared fear.

And before we knew it, the plane was going down.

The sudden drop in altitude yanked us from our seats, the sensation of free fall squeezing the breath out of my lungs.

The once comforting hum of the engines turned into a deafening roar, and the plane's structure creaked under the immense pressure. Panic erupted like a storm around me; passengers screamed, and the overhead compartments burst open, sending bags and belongings flying through the cabin.

Jackie's hand clamped down on mine, her nails digging into my skin. Her face was a mask of terror, and I could hear her frantic breathing over the chaos. I tried to steady my own ragged breaths, but fear gripped my throat like a vice.

The lights flickered, plunging us into moments of darkness before the emergency lights kicked in, bathing the cabin in an eerie red glow.

The intercom crackled to life, the captain's voice barely audible over the mayhem.

"Brace for impact! Brace for impact!" he repeated, his words a chilling confirmation of our worst fears.

I fumbled for the safety card in the seat pocket, my hands shaking uncontrollably. The images blurred before my eyes as I tried to make sense of the instructions. Jackie grabbed the card from me, her voice a harsh whisper. "Heads down, arms over your head," she instructed, her own fear barely contained.

I followed her lead, curling up as tightly as I could, my body trembling with adrenaline. Time seemed to stretch and contract all at once, every second a lifetime of terror. The plane continued its descent, the sounds of metal groaning and the air rushing past the windows amplifying the horror.

Through the chaos, I remembered my mom's words, her bad feeling. The necklace around my neck felt heavy, a stark reminder of her plea. Was this what she had foreseen? The thought made my blood run cold.

Suddenly, the plane jolted violently, and the impact threw us forward. The gruesome screeching sound of tearing metal filled the air, and the cabin was engulfed in a deafening cacophony. My head slammed against the seat in front of me, stars exploding in my vision. The world turned into a blur of screams, pain, and confusion.

When the noise finally subsided, a haunting silence took over. I lifted my head, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my skull. The cabin was filled with smoke and the acrid smell of burning fuel. People around me were crying, moaning in pain, or eerily quiet. Jackie was slumped in her seat, her hand still gripping mine, but her eyes were closed.

"Jackie?" I croaked, my voice barely a whisper. Panic surged through me as I shook her, desperate for a response. After a few agonizing moments, she groaned and opened her eyes, blinking in confusion. Relief washed over me, but it was fleeting.

"We need to fucking get out now!," I yelled, my voice cracking. The emergency exits loomed ahead, and I unbuckled my seatbelt, my movements frantic. Jackie followed suit, her face pale and stricken.

We stumbled through the wreckage and dead bodies, helping each other over debris and fallen luggage. The once pristine cabin was now a warzone, and the sight of injured and dead passengers made my stomach churn. Every step felt like an eternity as we fought our way to the escape exit.

Outside, the cold air hit us like a slap. The plane had crash-landed in a remote, forested area, and the wreckage was scattered across the landscape. Fires burned in several places, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

We moved away from the plane, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I clutched the necklace around my neck, a tear slipping down my cheek. We were alive, but the nightmare was far from over. The ordeal had only just begun.

"Jackie, I need to help the others!" I yelled over the commotion, my face blank with trauma.

"What, no!" she screamed, grabbing my arm.

"Jackie... please," I pleaded, giving her a desperate look before making my way back into the plane.

The sight that greeted me was beyond comprehension. Previously, I hadn't paid much attention to the dead bodies, focused solely on escaping. But now, the full extent of the horror hit me like a freight train. I gagged as I saw a girl impaled, her lifeless eyes staring into nothingness.

The smoke clawed at my nose and lungs with every breath. I pulled my shirt over my face, trying to filter out the toxic air. That's when I noticed my clavicle was slashed open, blood seeping onto the hem of my shirt. There was nothing I could do about it now. I pressed my shirt against my nose and squinted through the ash and heat that burned my eyes.

"Van!" I gasped, spotting the familiar redhead trapped in her seat, covered by debris. My voice was hoarse from inhaling ash, but I didn't care. I was going to save my friend, my teammate.

I leaped over debris, frantically pulling away the metal and scraps trapping her. Van screamed as the flames crept closer.

"We need to go, it's too dangerous!" Shauna grabbed my arm, trying to drag me away.

"I'm not fucking leaving Van!" I screamed, shoving her arm away.

My hands bled from the effort of pulling the sharp scraps. Using my full body weight, I yanked at the metal. It dislodged suddenly, sending me flying backward. I yelped as I landed on a piece of what I assumed was glass, its sharp edges slicing deep into my flesh. It felt like it had touched my spine.

"Oh my god," I cried, reaching back to feel the extent of the injury.

Groaning, I struggled to get up. By then, Van had freed herself and pulled me up, forcing us out of the plane. We stumbled through the wreckage, my back on fire with pain. Blood stained my shorts and trickled down my leg. I was bleeding a lot.

Thank god I couldn't see my back. The horrified looks from the others made me terrified of how bad my injuries really were.

"How big is the glass?" I cried as Van sat me down on the dirt.

"Rylee... it's not glass. It's metal," she said nervously.

"What!" My mind cleared and raced all at once. "What the fuck!" I yelled, eyes wide with panic. "What do you mean?"

"It looks like... a rod? I don't know," she rambled, examining my wound.

Jackie was not going to be happy about this. Speaking of which, where is she?

The chaos around us was overwhelming. People were crying, screaming, and searching for loved ones. The wreckage of the plane was a twisted, burning mass, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

The smell of burning fuel and flesh was nauseating.

I scanned the area, desperate to find Jackie. My vision blurred with tears and pain. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the reality of my injuries was setting in. I could feel the metal rod embedded in my back with every slight movement, a constant reminder of the nightmare we were living.

"Jackie!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "Jackie, where are you?"

Van tried to calm me down, but I was beyond reason. The fear and pain were too much to bear. I needed to find Jackie, to know she was okay. The thought of losing her was absolutely unbearable.

Suddenly, I saw her. She was helping another teammate, her face streaked with soot and tears. Relief washed over me, but it was short-lived. The ground beneath us trembled, and a loud explosion rocked the area. The plane's fuel tank had ignited, sending a fireball into the sky.

"Get down!" someone yelled, and we all hit the ground, covering our heads as debris rained down around us.

When the chaos subsided, I looked up to see Jackie running towards me. She dropped to her knees beside me, her eyes wide with fear and concern.

"Rylee, oh my god, are you okay?" she cried, her hands hovering over my injuries, unsure where to touch.

"I'm... I'm fine," I lied, wincing as pain shot through my body. "We need to get out of here."

With Jackie and Van's help, I struggled to my feet. Every step was agony, but I forced myself to move. We had to get to safety, away from the burning wreckage and the memories of those we couldn't save.

Help was on the way, but for now, we were on our own, fighting to survive the nightmare that had become our reality.

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Authors note: Girlie thinks theyre getting saved awww nawww😭😶😶 little does she knowwwwwww

alsoo long chapter to make up for not posting for a hot second, yw babes🙏🏻🙏🏻