The Puppeteer Part 3

The puppeteer- the night of escape

Hey what are you spacing out for?" I heard that familiar voice as I raise up my head from my desk to look at my best friend,  she laugh with how worn up I look "you looks horrible! Let's fix that make up!" She pulled my hand across the hall way,  the corner are filled with students some of them said hi,  some of the girls smile brightly and greeted me.  Its monday,  the beginning of the tiring week. 

Then I saw the figure that I was waiting for,  his wide back, covered with black sweater,  pair of jeans and sneakers. He was chilling with his friends,  and when he turns to look at me,  his raven hair waves and his electric blue eyes met mine. A confident, kind smile carved on his face.  And nothing matters in the world anymore.  I only saw him and only him. I want to go to him,  but I was stopped by the force towards my hand,  someone is trying to pull me,  I look at Isaac,  but he was still smiling didn't realize what was wrong.  I turn my head towards my friend and now she suddenly turns into the man who kidnapped me,  his figure was dark,  covered in his shadow,  blocking me from the lights behind him.  I tried to scream but he catch my neck.  I kicked and turn to froze..

I saw Isaac fall to the ground,  covered in the pool of his own blood.  Then I saw the figure right beside him.  His blonde hair was covered in blood,  a knife in his hand,  stained with blood..  His head is hanging low, 

".. Z-zylen!? " I called for him.  Then he look up to me with tears filled his face "help me.. Help me out.. "

My eyes wide with the looks of his terrified eye and then I realized he just stabbed Isaac!! My eyes fix on Isaac laying on the ground. "Isaac!! " I scream. I tried to struggle the grip of the man behind me but I can't get away.

I woke up in sharp gasp, I'm being sandwiched between the corpses again

I look at my surrounding to make sure its safe before I begin to move that's when I hear it..  Slow,  regretful voice speak

".. If only w-we never met,  she won't be here tonight.. And maybe I can see him again"

I frowned.  It was the voice of my only ally here,  my hope to escape. What did he mean by saying that?  Of course I wish we could never met by this way,  but I'm glad I met him here,  and he can help me escape tonight

".. D-don't laugh.. I- it's not funny.."

Laugh? Who's laughing?

".. S-stop..  I said s-s-stop!" I could hear the frustration,  embarrassment and sadness in his voice like someone is making fun of him,  is someone else here?  Is it that monster?  But I don't see him or anyone else,  I believe there's only the two of us in this dark foul smelled basement.

I can't stay hiding like this forever,  and it might not be safe anymore,  I get myself out from the corpses and I quickly crawl to him,  he was sitting there in the middle of the corpses

I reach his shoulder from his back. i could feel his trembling shoulder "w-what's wrong? " I asked,  fear in my voice mixed with concern. i heard his small voice croaked as his head is hanging low

"T-they laugh at me.. But it's not f-funny.. Not funny.. " his fragile voice catch my heart very quick,  I thought he is crying,  I want to comfort him.  In confusion I asked him "who laughed at you?  There's no one else here"

Have you ever see any typical ghost movie when a child say typically small girl said she's playing with her friend and pointed to a grave when someone asked them where is her friend?  I always thought that was only some created situation that will never happen in real life and was only meant to scared the viewers. 

But now I could feel all hairs on my body standing up,  now I can tell how much scarier it is as it happened right upon you.

"T-them.. " he pointed his finger towards the corpses.