Trauma

Chapter 3 (The Shack)

    Everyone entered the shack and looked around. Dumbfounded by how dirty and small it was, I opened the door into another room. It was a dark room with one bed in it. It was old dusty quilts with an obnoxious pattern. There was an end table with a lamp on it. I checked the drawers and nothing was in them. I left the room only to see Travis and Mackenzie drinking and Brandon and Rylie were sharing the drugs. And here again, even in a confined space I was alone. I sat there watching them have fun and be normal teenagers. While I was sitting there worrying about what the hell was going on.

    "Hey bro, try this drink." Travis said while handing me the bottle.

    I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the drink and took a big sip. Before I knew it, we were all either high or drunk. The whole night we were going crazy and having fun. And even though I don't remember most of it, it was the first and the very last time I felt normal.

I woke up with a banging headache. The sun rays shone through the windows. And everyone was collapsed on the floor. I pushed myself off the ground and walked around. The side room was the same, untouched. But I felt something telling me to open the drawers. Not expecting much, I opened the drawer and unbeknownst to me there was a tiny piece of paper with chicken scratch handwriting. I knew it looked familiar but the headache was making me feel stupid. The letter read: You had your fun. But now you and your peers will know the pain of loss.

"Guys!" Come here!" I yelled desperately.

Rylie and Brandon ran into the room looking confused. "What?!" They said in unison.

I handed them the note and they read it together.

       "Holy crap. This is big. What does it mean though?" Brandon asked.

      "I don't know! I just found it in this drawer."

      Travis and Mackenzie walked in with their hair crazy and really bad eyebags.

     "What the hell is going on in here?" Travis said while rubbing his eyes.

     Brandon handed the paper to Travis. Mackenzie snatched the paper out of his hands and read aloud the note again. She dropped the paper and looked at all of us.

     "What does this mean?" She asked with tears starting to drip out of her eyes.

      Travis hugged and comforted her.

      "Well clearly, someone sent us here and wants us to be somewhere together." I said trying to problem solve.

     "Listen nerd, no one wants us here. Principal Jenkins just received letters that had our names on it and assumed that we weren't supposed to open them. It was probably just some dope party but they ditched us." Rylie said.

     "Holy Sh-"

     "Wait. Principal Jenkins gave us these letters.     What if he's behind this?" Travis said, interrupting Brandon.

  "Oh my god. You seriously think that innocent little, nerdy Principal Jenkins locked us in a shack." Rylie said, replying to Travis.

   "Who said we're locked in here?" Mackenzie asked.

    Everyone ran to the door and were shocked when the door knob didn't move. I looked to the windows and had an idea.

     "Guys. What if we break the windows?"

      They all turned and looked at the window above the sink. And then looked back at me. We sat there for a solid minute. Until Travis spoke out.

"Good idea bro." He looked around for something big enough to break glass. He grabbed the lamp from the side room and attempted to smash the window. He continuously slammed the lamp into the window. "Umm, it's not breaking."

     "Well no shit." Brandon smartly remarked.

     Everyone stood there and looked at each other. Silence filled the room. We all deeply stared into each other's eyes.

      "Well, we seem to be locked in. And for good." Everyone turned to me and gave me a dirty look.