Amelia Martin ▹ Stilinski

09 • I Blame The Notebook ✓

Chapter 09: I Blame The Notebook

"Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever. It is the best sports movie ever made." Jackson stated firmly.

"No." Me and Lydia state in unison.

"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper." He defends.

"No." We say again.

"I swear to God, you're gonna like it."

"No. We really won't." I told him. There is no way I'm watching some sports movie when The Notebook is on offer, no freaking way.

"I am not watching The Notebook again."

"Tough luck Jacko, overruled." I smiled smugly at him whilst getting out of the car, him following shortly behind.

"You didn't have to come with me ya'know. I am perfectly capable of getting The Notebook on my own." I told him as I opened the door, he doesn't even open it for me. Where have all the gentlemen gone?

"No, but I was told to make sure you didn't grab a different film like last time."

So last time I was told to rent a DVD I may have gotten Transformers instead... Lydia was not happy but I was, that film is awesome.

"Ah... Yeah... That was purely accidental." I told him whilst looking around the store, where the hell is everyone?

"Sure it was." He stopped in his tracks and looked down an aisle. "Where is it anyway?"

I shrug. "It's normally down that aisle but they move this place around loads so I really have no clue."

"Can somebody help me find The Notebook? Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me." He shouts out to the eerily empty store.

I walk around the aisle in hopes of either finding The Notebook or at least someone who works here, but I cannot see either. Plus I'm getting this really bad feeling, like horror movie bad. Empty video store at night, two teenagers alone and vulnerable to murderers while someone takes selfies in their car, a pair of legs sticking out from another row of shelves.

Wait.

I slowly go towards the legs and peek around the corner to see a body covered in blood. I take a closer look, slightly leaning over to see that his throat has been slashed, I am gonna puke. I stumble backwards and let out a scream. I have never seen a dead body before and I don't want to again, ever.

"Mia?" Jackson shouts from the other side of the shop in panic.

"J-Jackson?" I shout, we need to leave this place, like now. I'm shaking like crazy, what if whatever killed the guy is still here? "Jackson?!"

"What? Mia-," He gets cut off by the sound of a ladder falling over, next thing I know its pitch black.

"Please tell me you did that..." I ask him, the pleading clearly visibly in my voice.

"Yeah, yeah it was me. You okay?"

"No... No I am far, like the furthest from okay. There is a freaking dead body here!" I screech.

"Oh my god... Mia... leave, now." He says slowly. There is clearly panic in his voice which is only making me panic more.

"What? We need to phone the police or, or something!" I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth slowly, stumbling around trying to walk through the dark to find someone, anything, well except for the body and the killer, that would not be good.