WARNING: Graphic

Blood was everywhere.

The evil laughter filled his ears.

One that was higher and almost melodic, the other one much lower and more demonic.

"Awww, is Mitchy scared? Good."

The knife went down once more, going deep into his chest, being turned around multiple times. Mitch screamed, counting the stabs he endured.

Number five.

He tried to fight back, crying when he felt the other person with the knife stab his side. She was straddling him, making sure the knife went deep inside his skin.

Number six.

He knew that something was fishy with this sleepover. His dads said so. The both of them never liked Mitch's friends, especially the tall blond. They were...

What was the word?

Creepy.

They came in the house without any keys, they smuggled drugs, they did drugs around Mitch, and even encouraged him to do it.

The worst part?

They're the children of the mayor and city manager. People only saw one side of those two.

Polite, kind, resourceful, welcoming.

Mitch and his dads saw their true selves.

The tall blond and Mitch always got into arguments, ones that often times turned physical. It scared Mitch's parents.

"Let me hear you scream, baby."

The knife the boy was holding was raised, going into Mitch's knee. Mitch screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks because of the pain.

The betrayal.

Number seven.

"My turn."

He felt the girl's knife go into his clavicle, sobbing loudly as he lost count. He began to feel drowsy, the pain from the knives the last thing on his mind.

I...need...help.

He felt no more pain, almost smiling when he heard the man say a number out loud, scaring him to no end. His smile turned into a frown, tears coming back.

Number eighteen?!

"Could I do the last one?"

"Go right ahead."

Mitch looked up, the tears in his eyes making everything impossible to look at the person on him. He felt blood on his face, knowing that he was cut on forehead and scalp. He made eye contact with the male, breathing heavily as the female pulled his arms up.

"N-n-no."

"Aw, we're almost done though. One last stab and you'll be gone forever. Your daddy won't run for mayor anymore. He'll be to upset to run because you're dead."

With that said, the male smirked and stabbed Mitch in the chest. Mitch gasped, choking on his own blood. He heard his friends stand up, unable to see as they glared at him.

Number nineteen...right?

"Bye bye, Mitchy. It was nice kno-"

"LAPD, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

"Oh, man. Let's go!"

Mitch looked up at the night sky, hearing his friends take off. He didn't stand up, his shirt and jeans wet from his blood.

I'm dying.

"PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

Mitch tried his best to sit up, his body in immense pain. He squinted when a flashlight shone on him, crying to the point where he was inconsolable.

"Oh my go-Officer Rosa, call an ambulance!"

Mitch fell back down, looking up at the stars. He couldn't help but realize how beautiful they were, realizing that he won't see the stars for much longer.

I'm sorry, Dad and Pops.

He should have listened to them.

He should have called them when he was brought into the woods.

He should have just...

Stayed away from his friends.

He wouldn't be dying if he just listened.

"Son, I need you to stay awake. What is your name?"

"Mi-Mi-," Mitch coughed, more blood coming out his mouth. "Mitchell Olusola."

"How old are you? Don't fall asleep!"

"Ei-ei-ei-"

"Eighteen?"

Mitch nodded, his vision becoming doubles as he heard the ambulance. He closed his eyes, unable to hold on for much longer.

"Mitchell, MITCHELL?!"

I'm sorry, Dad and Pops. I should have listened to you. I knew I shouldn't have become friends with them.

And by them he meant...

Scott Hoying and Kirstie Maldonado.

A/N: This is the start to my new book! This is based on a story were two girls tried to kill another girl because they wanted to summon Slenderman. This story has been on my mind for a little while and I'm so ready to start writing it. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoy the beginning of this story and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐶💕🎤