Two past friends left to meet up again after running into a situation. Current time makes up for lost time especially when tomorrow isn't promised in the land of the dead.
(I hate writing descriptions, this the best you getting. But I just realize...
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"Why won't you look at me?" Alicia asks, her voice low.
"Because I don't want you to look at me in this state. Now please-"
"I'm not moving till you look at me and talk to me. Don't just tell me that shit and then nothing!" Alicia's voice raises as she clenches her jaw. Y/n shakes her head and looks towards the Otto house, the first time her head has actually lifted since Alicia came out and over to her. Alicia's green eyes flicker over the girl's face seeing tear stains and her eyes bloodshot, puffy and red.
"Y/n..." Alicia whispers and steps forward but Y/n steps back.
"Go back to the cabin Alicia," Y/n whispers standing there for a moment. Silence takes over the two. Neither of them speak. Alicia stares at Y/n as Y/n sighs lightly before walking around the girl.
"Y/n... Y/n-" Alicia tries to speak but Y/n continues walking past her and to the Otto house. Her hands shove into her own jacket pockets, feeling Alicia's eyes on her but knew she didn't follow. She clenches her jaw and walks up the steps of the house and gets to the door, reaching out her left hand and knocking on the door. When there's a few moments of silence with no response Y/n reaches down and grabs the knob, twisting the knob and pushing the door open.
She walks into the house, tiptoeing around. But it's not long before she's found.
"Oh it's you sneaking around," Troy Otto speaks coming into the room. Y/n stops walking and shoves her other hand into her pocket and nods. Her eyes lift to meet Troy's and laughs. "Oh what's so funny? Come back to yell at us some more?"
"How's the eye doing?" Y/n asks, smirking.
"Oh you know, just fine," Troy responds smiling. His eyes squinting as he looks at the girl. "What do you want Y/n? Obviously Alicia wants you and obviously you friend zoned her, so why so pressed she slept with my brother?"
Y/n tilts her head to the side and shakes it. A laugh escapes Troy's lips as he claps his hands together. Y/n sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and reaches her other hand into her other pocket gripping her hands around the object inside and pulling it out, aiming straight at Troy. She doesn't say anything. Just aims it at him, keeping her finger on the trigger.
Troy stands up right and the smirk he once wore vanishes immediately as he puts his hands into the air.
"Whoa. Whoa-" Troy speaks. His cockiness gone. Vanished. Y/n tilts her head to the side, tears welling into her eyes. "Y/n, you're not thinking clearly. Don't go all psycho-"
"Psycho? Not something to call someone who's holding a gun to you," Y/n says cutting the guy off. Troy nods, glancing over his shoulder.
"Sorry, sorry. Just come on. This isn't you. Think about this. Or pull the trigger."
"Don't tempt me Troy. You're not the one I wanna shoot," Y/n says squeezing her eyes together. The image of Jake fucking Alicia burning inside of her mind. She shakes her head and reaches up her hand, rubbing her eye with the palm of her hand.
"Y/n..." Instantly Y/n opens her eyes, dropping the hand from her eye and locks eyes with a wide eyed Jake. "What are you doing?"
"What I should've done months ago," Y/n says through gritted teeth. Her eyes glare, shooting daggers at the guy.
Jake tilts his head, pointing towards the outside. "You really going to do that with her standing right outside?"
"I'm going to do what I have to. You backstabbing asshole," Y/n says, shrugging. "You know how the story goes Jake Otto. You and your creep of a brother."
"Y/n put the gun down and think this through. You're not in the right head space." Instantly Y/n pulls the trigger. The sound of the gun ringing throughout the house and echoes outside.
Outside Alicia's eyes go wide and she freezes. "Alicia!" Her mother shouts causing the girl to glance over her shoulder to find her mother and brother rushing towards them. Alicia shakes her head and looks away from them back to the Otto house. Without another thought she rushes up the front porch steps and grabs the knob, turning it and pushing open the door. She rushes in and her eyes go wide as her feet stumble back. Her hands fly up to her mouth and tears well her eyes at the sight.
