Stitches

Chapter 2

Adrenaline.... The only thing I felt in my veins.. The blood dripping down my leg doesn't help me with my running. 'I need to find shelter... At least one place to get the fuck away from that horrid place..' I thought. I couldn't find any.. Everywhere I go there's always blood.. 'Is this the end? Am I just going to be killed? Where can I go!?' I thought as I tried to go to every single house.. I eventually found a barricaded house to either scavenge or live in. I crouched as low as I could and crawled towards the abandoned-looking place.. I felt scared for dear life as I slowly opened the door. The door was already halfway opened when I was greeted with a shotgun, I flinched. "Oh, it's just another asshole.. What do you want fucktard!?" The guy said. My face heated up with anger. "Look buddy. I don't know what's going on but I am shitting my pants for dear life! I didn't even knew there was a fucking killer until I escaped home! So just let me stay here until either the killer finds us or I escaped this hellhole of a town!" I snapped. The guy nervously let me in as if I was going to kill him myself. I would've but if there's a killer on the loose I need help. As I went inside I realized the man wasn't alone. Inside were 4 other teenagers, they all seem to be around my age. 'Great.. I wonder if they all have the same attitude as fucktard here.' I thought as I just stood there. They were all eyeing me, I felt uncomfortable. "Umm.. Can you please stop staring at me?" I asked annoyed. They all stopped and introduced themselves. The girl with jet black hair said "I'm Louise, pleasure to be of business with you." She said in a monotone voice. The chubby blonde girl then beamed with excitement 'At a time like this you're excited!? What are you, Proud Mary!?' I thought annoyed "Hi! I'm Mary, and this is my boyfriend Phillip." She said and pointed to an actually handsome man. Well at least someone tries to find the attitude instead of appearance. Some goth looking guy just waved and said "Jeff", and of course Dipshit here finally introduced himself "The name's Jack, and you better not touch my stuff. I despise Asians." He spat, 'Well fuck you too.' I thought. I looked around the room and it looks like the place had just been barricaded a few hours ago.. Looks like I got nowhere else to stay but here. 'fucking GREAT.'

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A/N: If yall wondering why I suddenly had curse words there... It turns out swear words are allowed since our stories are our "free will" so our art teacher (and advisor) is the best. 10/10, want him as an arts teacher again next year. But seriously I'm serious, my classmate even asked if he could write a story with "lemon" or po- I mean.. You know what I mean. And of course our chill teacher accepted it. I'm not joking. He's the best. Anyways I'll be editing chapter 1 so be sure to check that out! So that's all bye!