Tremble

3-2

“NIKKI,” JENNY BECKONED. “Hurry up.”

“I’m trying,” I replied, following her into the dark club. I was wearing spiked heels and wobbled like a young doe. I could barely walk in the damn things. “Where’s Ashley?”

Her eyes sparkled as she looked back at me. “She’s waiting for us.”

The place we were in was empty. “Where is everyone?”

“Hurry up, slow poke, they are waiting for us.”

Everyone was waiting for us?

I thought that was strange, but then so was the fact that I was wearing stilettos.

“This way,” urged Jenny, still far ahead of me.

I followed her downstairs to a long hallway. At the end of it was a large wooden door. Jenny pushed it open and I followed her inside.

“What is this place?” I whispered.

A group of people were gathered around something in the center of the room.

“Let’s go.” Jenny began pushing through the crowd while I hesitated. Something was wrong; I felt it in my gut.

“Come on, Nikki!” called Jenny.

I swallowed my fear and pushed through the crowd. When I made it to the center, the blood rushed to my ears. There was a n***d girl, lying on heart-shaped bed. She was holding the side of her neck.

She turned her head and smiled at me. “Hi.”

“Ashley?” I whispered in horror.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

She lifted her hand away from her neck and blood began pouring out of a small wound. She smiled dreamily. “Do you think he’ll like it? I did it for him.”

I shook my head, confused. “Who?”

“Him.” Her eyes drifted past me.

I turned around and gasped at the familiar face. The one who’d been haunting my dreams. “Ethan?”

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