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Slashed is messing with my head. I can’t even separate reality from fiction, though I’m unsure if this classifies as fictional. We’re getting the same emotions as if we were experiencing the fear and horror of being chased by a killer. It doesn’t matter if people are being killed or not because our feelings are valid. That’s the whole point of this haunted attraction being so acclaimed and feared. They do their best to put us in the throes of the experience.

Heat burns in my veins, scorching the vessels and boiling my blood with anger.

Who does he think he is?

We’re allowed to care for our terrified friend who got left behind, thanks to his douchebag buddy. He grabbed her by her ankle and dragged her. She might be hurt if she fell down the stairs.

And Nancy was scared.

Even if this isn’t real, it doesn’t erase the fact that she was screaming and completely petrified. I made her come here because it was meant to be a fun experience for us friends to laugh about later.

It’s not the same without her, and no final girl title will be enough to compensate or lessen the guilt jittering in my system for letting go of her. It wasn’t my fault, I’m aware, but my guilt still wrenches in my gut.

“Shut the fuck up,” I spit out, almost hissing the words as they slip through gritted teeth. “You don’t get to call us dramatic for caring about our friend.”

Steve rolls his eyes.

Now that his buddies are gone and my defenses have cracked, his true colors swoop in. He’s as douchey as the rest of them, like I knew he was. I’m not surprised, but it’s disappointing, nonetheless.

Men often are.

“Are you stupid?” Jen asks him. “Your little buddy attacked our friend.”

“I wouldn’t say he attacked her. He reacted to the scare actor abusing him,” Steve responds, jumping to a defensive tone. His chest puffs out and his shoulders straighten. “I’m not sure it’s legal.”

I roll my eyes.

“He signed the same waiver as we did. He consented to be chased and scared.” I jump in Silver Mask’s defense, even when I don’t know him. “What Ty did was pull our friend by her leg so he wouldn’t be eliminated alone. That’s fucked up, and we could file a complaint about yourbuddy if we wanted to.”

Guessing we’re not letting this go, Steve lifts his hands in the air.

Good.He will not be winning this fight.

“Whatever.” His head shakes with disregard. “What’s that thing you kept saying earlier? We don’t have to stick together.”

Oh, he wants to part ways now. After they have eliminated his entire friend group?That seems like the smartest choice, I can’t help but think with sarcasm. I couldn’t care less if he goes off and gets wiped out around the corner. At least he won’t be able to use us like Ty did with Nance.

Bitterness stabs my ribs as I think back to the expression on her face as her hand slipped from mine and she fell. Even worse when Steve decided to lock her away.

We’re better off without him.

“It’s not like you’re doing anything productive here,” I mumble.

I don’t turn to see which direction he heads in, or if there’s more than one. I haven’t had the time to analyze where we’re at. Nancy is my only concern.

“Let me call her,” Jen announces and pats her pockets.

Sourness coats the length of my tongue.

“There’s no point,” I stop her. “I have her phone, remember?”

What a stupid thing to do.

I hadn’t thought about getting separated when I took it. I wanted my friend to enjoy something I believed would be fun. This is possibly the last time she’ll ever trust me to choose an activity. I’m sure they’ll never even ask me to pick a movie after this. To be fair, I don’t think I’d trust myself either.

Jen groans.

“Nance,” she calls out again, slamming her open palm on the door. “Are you okay?”

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