Roslyn

I creep up the stairs in James' house, trying to be as quiet as I possibly can. I heard the violent commotion all the way from my house. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard it and called the cops. I need to see what I can do to help before the cops show up and start questioning everyone.

I continue sneaking down the dark hallway towards James' room where the commotion seems to be coming from. Inside, I see Jackie and Elise standing beside each other, the struggle seems to have come to a stop. For now at least. I need to get a closer look at what is going on inside there.

Once I can see inside the bedroom, I gasp, alerting the two girls that I am here.

"What are you doing here? I told you to stay away!" Jackie asks me, shouting.

I ignore her question and stare at the scene behind her. James lays on the floor with something sticking out of his chest. He's been stabbed.

"What happened to him? Is he-" I fight back tears just thinking about losing him. "D-dead?"

"There was a fight and-" Jackie turns to Elise and shakes her head as her fangs slide our quickly. "No." She whispers.

"Man, after all that fighting, I sure am hungry!" Elise smiles and lunges for me.

"Roslyn! Get out of here!" Jackie shouts seconds after my feet start taking me out of this house. I need to get away.

Coming over here to help was a bad idea and now I just might be killed because I wanted to do something to help Jackie and James.

I hear Elise run after me, slamming her feet down the stairs as she tries to catch up to me. I slam my hands on the screen door, causing it fly open violently as I run through it to make a daring escape.

Though I am running for my life, the only thing I can think of is poor James lying on the floor with that thing sticking out of his chest.

Did Elise do that to him?

Is he dead?

Did he suffer?

I can't bear the thought of him being dead. His parents just lost one of their daughter and now they have lost their only son too? This is a tragedy. The deaths need to stop. I can't handle anymore of this violence.

The thought of Elise stabbing him to death with that sharp piece of whatever that was, is crippling. He cared about her so deeply and she stabbed him in the back.

Or, in this case, stabbed him in the front.

I can't imagine how he felt knowing she was the one to end him. It must have felt so lonely. I wish I could have been there to comfort him. I wish I could have gotten there sooner and stopped her.

I wish it was me instead.

Author's note: how's that for a plot twist?