The Witness

Day two: WRATH

On Cherry's chest lay a note. I quickly yanked it up before it was blood soaked. I walked calmly to the doorway and handed the note to Jack. I turned around, and almost instantly hurled up whatever was left in my stomach.Wiping my mouth off, I turned around.
"Why aren't you reading it?"
He unfolded the letter and started to stutter as he read it.

   "Lust is something we all do, but this whore took it to a new level. She slept with half of the football, basketball, and swim team. You'd be lucky if you didn't receive chlamydia or a rape threat if you didn't pay her. To bad her baby wasn't able to survive my little incident."

"We gotta get out of here" whispered Daniel. He balled up his fist and dashed to the stairs. He was screaming is head off, ranting about how we shouldn't be here. We all chased after him, seeing what his next moves were. He ran into the dining room to the window and began to hit it. His fist started to pound against the window, but the only thing cracking was bone. His fists bloodied, smearing the seemingly common substance everywhere. After a few seconds he looked down at his fist, then to the glass. He turned around, distraught for his fruitless actions. Out of nowhere, Jennifer zoomed across the room to the door of sin. She began to bang on it with all of her might. Matthew and Jack quickly followed. They shoved her out of the way and began to try destroy the door.
  
They hit it, kicked it, even ran into it. But the door wouldn't budge. I grabbed Oliver's and Scarlett's hand, and pulled them to the door. At that point all of us were there, kicking, screaming, punching with all our might.

  "Click" A note slipped through the door. I quickly yanked it off the ground and started to read.
"If anyone doesn't want to be here, I have a surprise in the den. Because unless your dead, there is no way out of here!" I looked up and started to walk towards the den. Everyone followed, as if I was a leader.
Why would they choose me as a leader? I'm not worthy of this title, I'm not the leader type.

    We tip toed slowly, through the huge opening from the living room to the dining one. Creeping past the table and into the kitchen I stopped. When I turned to the left, I saw it laying in the middle of the den. The noose just taunted us. Slowly creeping towards it, I nudged it with my foot. Slowly I bent down, grasping it with the tips of my finger. Leaning back up I looked at everyone.
"What should we do?" I mumbled a little.

   "I don't know, just get rid of it." Scarlett yelped. Throwing it past the couch, I couldn't help but feel something. A sense of urgency, as if that wasn't going to be the last time we would see that noose. Walking away I went straight to the bathroom. I slammed the door and locked it. I turned on the sink and splashed my face with water. Then I cupped it in my hands and started to drink. I closed my eyes and started to drift away as the cool water went down my chin. Cup after cup the water was getting warmer. It's not a big deal, just your imagination. But then the water tasted salty and warm. The cool water was now dense and hot. Opening my eyes I started to scream, but there was no sound coming out. Blood was all over me. It slacked my clothes, hands, clothes, face. Looking down I saw the source. It was gushing out of the faucet. I began to twist the handle off but it wouldn't. It was stuck, or frozen, or something.

     The blood was filling the sink, spilling over, splashing everywhere. I backed up into a corner an crawled into a ball. Closing my eyes I rocked myself back and forth. Looking up there was nothing. I stood up to see u was blood free. I twisted the handle of and walked outside. I walked into the living room to see that they weren't there. I then scampered upstairs, looking in the room to the left. When I entered Cherry's room I couldn't have believed what I saw. They were around her body, dipping their fingers in and tasting it.

   "Get away. What are you doing?" I screamed as I ran towards her body.
"It's not like she is going to be useful in any other way." Jennifer stated. I began to scrub her and all of them.
"She deserves respect, no matter what she has done!" Tears began to form up in my eyes. I started to cradle her head and lay down beside her.

  "You stupid bulimic, I don't even see why you are trying to eat her? You'll only throw it up to keep that thing you call a figure. When all it really is, is just a stick with eyes and a mouth!" She slowly got up and looked at me with dead eyes. She grabbed my hair and started to yank me to the door.
"You are either with us or against us!" She screamed in my face. She then asked

  "Anyone else?" Oliver rose up and gradually walked my way. She slammed the door in both of our faces. "I will not let that twig get the last laugh. I promise." He whispered in my ear. We began to walk downstairs until I started to smell it. I yanked on his shirt, pulling him upstairs.
"Come on, its the gas!"
We ran up stairs, but I knew it was to late. I could feel my muscles already relax and get loose. We ran to the door, banging on it to let us in. But it was to late, I had already fallen to my knees. Sleep had taken control of my body and I couldn't escape its grasp.
Waking up I realized I was in the den. I was laying on the couch face down. As I turned around on my back I didn't see anyone. When I rose from the couch, I saw a major indent to the left or me. It was like the someone had punched it. Looking down I saw punches on the floor, and on the wall across from me. I stood up and turned to follow the hits on the floor. They led to the bathroom, and I cautioned myself to enter. But when I did there was nothing written on the wall.
Maybe it is just all a mind game
But when I turned to the sink I noticed something tied around the faucet. My breath shortened as I realized it was the rope.

   My eyes unwillingly followed it to the ground until I see him. His hands still on the rope around his neck. Backing up I tried not to scream, but it let out. I heard all of their footsteps trampling down the stairs and to my side. Then we all saw his limp body. I saw the suffering he experienced in this short time of life. His nails were embedded in the rope that hung around his neck and multi colored T shirt.