Page 113 of Prettiest Psycho


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I think I hear footsteps in the distance, but I don’t move. I don’t care who it is anymore. I just want it all to end.

But then I hear a familiar voice, a voice that cuts through the darkness like a knife. A voice so dark that my fears cower fromit. From him. My salvation.

THEY’VE ALL LOST THE FUCKING PLOT

‘RUN BOY RUN’ – WOODKID

NIGHTSHADE

“Hey, Red. Are you okay?”

There’s something seriously fucking wrong with Kayla. It’s this room, I’m telling you. It’s causing all kinds of crazy reactions in us. First Ghost dives into the pool and goes bat shit crazy and disappears, and now Kayla’s in some sort of trance, completely non-responsive.

“Guys, give me a hand,” I call, pulling Kayla into my arms. She’s stone under my touch. Ice cold and clammy. And there’s nothing in her gaze. It’s completely empty. Terrifyingly so.

“Guys, a hand?” I shout again, unable to tear my gaze from Kayla’s too pale face.

When no-one moves to help me, I turn to see what the fuck they’re doing.

They’ve all lost the fucking plot. What the hell is going on?

In one corner of the room Bones is fucking stabbing himself for some unknown reason, in the other Honeymonster is wildly slicing his knife through the air as if trying to ward off invisible spectres. Snow is driving his fist into the wall over and over again, and even in the low light I can see his knuckles are bloody, leaving smears on the brick after every hit.

Most worrying of all though, is Hatchet. He’s stripped down to his jeans and is climbing into the shallow end of the pool, his expression as vacant as Kayla’s. And I know he can’t swim.

“Hatchet, mate, what are you doing?” I shout.

He ignores me. Doesn’t react in any way, once he’s in the water, he turns away from me and begins to walk towards the deep end. Step by step the water rises against his abdomen, his chest, his shoulders.

“Fucking stop!” I yell, torn.

He doesn’t listen and I’m forced to lay Kayla down on the floor. Racing around to the deep end, I crouch at the pool’s edge and try to catch Hatchet’s eye. He doesn’t see me.

“Hatchet? Hatchet! Forest? Stop!”

The water’s up past his chin now and I know in another few steps his mouth and nose will be under. I dive into the pool without thinking, swimming over to him with strong, sure strokes. When I reach him, he’s still moving forwards and he’s impossibly strong to try and stop. I climb onto his back and attempt to drag him backwards into shallower water.

“Hatchet, what are you doing?”

“Forest has been chosen. He’s a child of the lord now. He must be baptised. Cleansed to do his bidding.”

Holy fucking shit, did Hatchet justtalk? The voice came from him, but it was cold and monotonous and not at all what I thought he’d sound like.

“Snow! Help!” I yell, coughing when I swallow water.

Around me, Honey and Bones both step off the edge of the pool, plunging themselves into the deep end.

“Fuck! Snow! Help!”

Snow finally fucking hears me and turns, but his gaze goes right through me, unseeing. His eyes lock onto Kayla and he starts walking towards her with determined strides, a look of pure hatred on his face. Fuck. I’m torn. Do I let Hatchet go to save Kayla from Snow, or do I keep fighting him to save his life?

I watch in dismay as Snow grabs Kayla by the hair, drags her to the water’s edge and throws her into the pool. He jumps in after her.

“What—?”

I’m cut off by strong arms wrapping around my throat, dragging me under. I release Hatchet in an attempt to fight off my attacker but they have me in a choke hold I can’t fight. I kick and struggle, breaking the surface of the water just in time to see Snow plunging Kayla under and holding her down.

What the fuck is happening? Why is he trying to drown her? Why is Hatchet trying to drown himself? And who the fuck has the audacity to try to take me under?

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