Can I Make It Until Dawn? [Josh x OC] An Until Dawn Story

Sacrifice

New Chapter! This one is one of my personal favorites -- mostly because I like the flow of it, and I believe I did a pretty good job on it. However, I wrote this in a scattered-fashion - instead of all at once - since I wrote some before school and the rest afterschool. So, there might be a few errors. Nonetheless, enjoy! :)

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I let out a small grunt as I awoke, and I went to stretch my arms over my head -- but I couldn't. I was stuck in a familliar situation, with my wrists bound.

Wait. Where...where am I?

My gaze darted around the dark room, trying to make out something -- anything. My eyes hadn't had time to adjust, so I could barely even see 6 inches in front of me.

"Hello?" I squirmed in my seat, of course it didn't aid the situation any. "Is anybody there? If so, this ISN'T funny! I'm sick of this bullshit!" Despite the anger-triggered yelling, a whimper managed to slip out. "Please, let me go!"

There was a groan in the distance, and I couldn't help but smile a little. Someone else was here with me! I just hoped that they weren't in the same situation as myself.

"Hello?" As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness, I could make out a table about ten feet in front of me. At either side of the structure there was a chair, and within those two chairs I could've sworn that I saw people. Actually, they were fairly familliar people.

"Ashley!" Her head was limply laid on her shoulder, and I hoped dearly that she was only unconscious. "Ash, please wake up! Ash!"

"Courtney?"

Dammit...

"Chris, that's you, right?"

"Yeah, you're here too? God, this is so fucked up." He sighed, and I could hear him struggling in his chair. He was probably bound as well.

"Ash!" Chris called out to her, and she let out a small groan. As she lifted her head, I could barely make out that she had a black-eye. "Jesus, Ash! What'd he do to you?"

"Chris? ...I-I think he hit me." She whimpered and shook her head a little.

"Shit! I'm gonna murder his fucking face off." Chris looked around angrilly and tugged at the restraits on his left wrist.

"What... what is this, Chris?" Ashley began sobbing, which broke my heart a little. I didn't like seeing her so upset and scared.

"This is..." Chris gave up on his restraints and glanced around again, his gaze meeting mine briefly. "This is the guy that killed Josh..."

"Oh god! No... No!" Ashley started freaking out, but I didn't blame her. I too was freaking out... on the inside.

"You murdering piece of shit!"

"No, no... We're gonna die, Chris!"

"You monster!"

All fell quiet, aside from Ashley's sobs.

"I don't think I'm ready to die, Chris..." She whimpered.

"No, No one is going to die."

"I wish I could tell you..."

Both mine and Chris' gazes fell on Ashley when she said that, wondering what she meant.
"It's just not fair!" She cried out, a mixture of sadness and frustration.

"What? Tell me what?" Chris was keeping calm - for the most part - as he tried coaxing it out of her.

"It's too late..." She shook her head and looked up at him, tears brimming her eyes. "Chris, what's the point?"