The Second Chance: A Dead of Summer story

Chapter 3

"Out with the old in with the new"

Amy finally was able to have a peaceful sleep after the other day, thanks to Christine Amy was finally understood mainly from her past but it wasn't until she was sound asleep until she starts to hear voices from the people, she killed in 89, she then wakes up and sees she's no longer in bed or her room, she's laying on the ground that had little rock pebbles scattered around. Confused and disoriented, Amy slowly gets up, her heart pounding in her chest. The voices continue to echo in her ears, growing louder and more distinct with each passing moment. She tries to make sense of her surroundings, but then it finally clicks: Amy is at Camp Stillwater, she then looks up and a big sign saying "Camp Stillwater" Amy looks around to see dead body's that she killed, but then there were corpses that were freshly murdered, she looked to see Daren, Rebecca, Victoria, Jacob, with their throats slit open, except for Christine laying there with a stab wound, 

"No... No-no-no!" Amy quickly goes to Christine putting her in Amy's arms "Christine," Christine weakly opens her eyes with a tear streaming down saying voice trembling, "A-Amy, I-I'm scared," Amy brushes a strand of Christine's hair out of her face and says to her, "You're going to be okay Chris, you're going to be okay," Amy wipes a tear away from Christines face, as she did that she notices blood on her hand, "What the hell," just before she spoke Christine started to gasp which caused Amy's attention, "Christine?" Christines mouth was filled with blood, until a demonic giggle is heard behind Amy, Amy turns her head, and it was Malphas, "No, no stop Please stop!" Amy pleaded as she held Christine, Christine's throat is now bleeding. "Christine!" Amy's name was then repeated so many times, 

"Amy, Amy?" a female voiced yelled, Amy jolted awake, her heart racing, drenched in a cold sweat. Her nightmare had transported her back to that fateful night, reliving the haunting memories of her murderous past. Just as the nightmare reached its crescendo, a gentle touch on her shoulder snapped her back to reality. Startled, she turned to see Christine, her wide eyes filled with concern. Christine's short red curly hair was slightly messy from sleeping as she's wearing black t-shirt and blue sweatpants, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare." Christine says softly, Rebecca and Victoria come in, "What happened?" Christine looks at them and replied, "She just had a nightmare go back to bed you guys," The two girls nodded and walked back to their room, Christine glances back at Amy, and cups her cheek feeling her damp skin, and used the other to brush Amy's blonde hair out of her face.  

"What happened?" Christine asked softly, all Amy does is look at her with fear in her eyes wishing she didn't dream of her past. "It was my past... it was terrifying." Amy eyes were filled with fear and had tears threatening to fall. "Amy... I wish I knew what you were thinking," 

Amy wishes Christine didn't...

Christine furrowed her eyebrows still filled with concern, Amy's heart was racing, and her breathing was quick and shallow. As much as Amy tried to slow her breathing, she couldn't. "It's okay, Amy," Christine says her voice gentle and soft, Amy then takes deep breathes in and out, trying to calm herself. As she does, Christine rubs her back in a slow circular motion.

"Christine?" Amy says, her voice trembling, "Yes, Amy?" Christine says looking at the blonde, Amy locks eyes with Christine and asks her, "Can you stay?" All Christine could do was make a small smile and said to her, "I can stay as long as you want," Amy's cheeks flushed a light pink as Christine crawled back in bed with her, Amy watches Christine getting comfortable, then Amy laid on her side with her face towards Christine, "Is this, okay?" Amy nods, "Yeah, it's fine," Christine smiles a bit, and Amy smiles a bit, Amy locks eyes with Christine's eyes were the color of brown like hot cocoa, but Christine's were like milk chocolate, which was darker than the average color, while Amy's were green like emeralds but in Christine's mind it was the color of a bright summer's day.