Welcome To Camp Vereiha {h.s. au}

Chapter 32/The End

"Oh god." My voice shook violently in a hushed whisper.

My hair fell in front of my eyes as I looked up from crouching under the desk.

I took the single paper from the file, shoving it in my back pocket. I quickly wiped the tears away from my eyes as I walked to the door.

As I felt the cool metal of the doorknob hitting my sweaty palm, I felt refreshed. It was in that moment that I realized something. I wasn't afraid anymore.

For now, at least.

I walked out into the pitch black cabin. I breathed loudly while cautiously taking small steps forward.

"Harry? Where are you?"

I heard the quietest shuffling from right behind me. I kept walking forward.

"Please, Harry? Come out?" I softly pleaded.

I heard a footstep, clear as day, land on the floorboard behind my right foot.

I slowly turned my head to the side, peering up out of the corner of my eye so I could see a tall, broad shadow.

I slowly turned around to face him. Surprisingly, he didn't move. He didn't try to run away.

"Who am I speaking to?" I whispered with tears brimming my eyes. I tried to quickly blink them away.

"Me."

"How can I be certain?"

I felt a pair of hot lips meet my own, making me sigh into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me.

"What happened?"

I pulled away from him to look up into his eyes, squinting through the thick black darkness.

"Harry...I found something. I think you should take a look at it." I spoke softly as his head tilted to the side.

I slowly went to hand him the paper. But before I could, a blood curdling scream rippled through the air.

He ripped the paper from my hands, making me gasp. I didn't wait for him as I ran out of the cabin, towards the sound.

I walked slowly towards someone standing down at the beach.

"Drew?" I set my hand on his shoulder, making him point down at the water.

That's when I saw him. It was Louis. Floating in our direction.

I leaned out, grabbing his shirt to pull him onto the sand. I knelt down to wipe hair out of his closed eyes.

I slowly lifted his shirt to find that sinfully familiar wound. But, for once, the wound wasn't stitched up. It was like...the killer didn't have time.

Drew gagged before covering his mouth as I reached my hand inside the bloody opening, pulling out a bright red piece of paper.

Surprise.

I scoffed loudly with tears building up in my eyes, which were now running down my face.

"What does that mean?" Drew asked, staring over at me. I just shook my head, throwing the paper to the dirt.

I wiped my nose on my sleeve. "We don't have time to bury the body."

It was just now that I noticed it had begun raining. How predictable.

"Hazel, we can't just leave him he-"

"We have to!" I snapped at Drew, making his eyes widen in surprise. "We can't..." My voice cracked, the sentence getting caught in my throat.