"Help! Help me! Somebody!" Jean shouted as she cried for help. She left to gather woods for a while and now she's hanging on a tree root over a chasm. Victoria heard her and she ran towards the trunk, holding onto it, daring not to look into the depths down below. Jean whispered for help seemingly too tired to hang on. Urgency filled Victoria's eyes as she moved to call the others but stopped after taking one step. "Don't you want to see her fall? Why call for help?" A dark voice inside her head spoke to her. Finding disgust at the sudden thought, she made to move her legs but stopped as the voice tried to coax her again. "She's not really your friend. You know she's been sleeping with your boyfriend! If you were the one hanging there, do you think she'd get help for you?" Victoria turned to look at Jean who pleaded at her with crying eyes. "She'd watch you fall and tell the others that she never found you." Her eyes became cold thus, finally letting her inner demons crept out of her as she quietly watched Jean fall...
(read the last 3 words slowly for a bit more drama. Hehe 😅)
If you liked what you read, you can also check my other entries too (from previous weeks) :)
Morning After The Confession
You've Got To Be Kidding Me
Her
The Trapped
A Suspect Calls
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