Last updated on April 10, 2022
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐛𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.
Fresh off the reviews of her book, Author Isobel Fields decides to go on a week long retreat to a cabin in the mountains.
It’s the best place to complete the follow up to her hit debut novel. It’s quiet. It’s Isolated. It’s homey. She’s excited to be all on her own. Undisturbed…
Or so she thinks.
What happens when you are thousands of miles away from home with no cell service?
What happens when the cabin you are staying in has a dark history?
What happens when you are not the only one scheduled to stay in that cabin?
Most importantly, what lengths would you go to for the perfect story?
In her quest to find inspiration, Isobel may get more than she bargained for.
*𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨.*
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Could hearts cry? If they could, mine would weep.
I draw in his scent, looking up into those storm grey eyes as he strokes my hair.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“You’re welcome,” he answers.
He takes my hands and wraps it around the handle of the weapon.
Tears stream down my face as he raises it high enough to bring it down hard.
I feel the blade slice into my stomach. It is seamless. As if a hot knife were sliding through a brick of butter.
She told me this would happen. She told me I was making a mistake falling in love with the wrong person.
It was too late now, I stare into the eyes of the man I loved and let my tears fall freely as the blood begins to pour out of my stomach.
I stumble away from him. My skin immediately feels lost at the disappearance of his touch. “I-I need to…”
He nods. “Go.”
I try to walk, but there’s no way that I can. Collapsing in a bloody heap, I drag myself across the floor. The blood helps me slide towards the laptop.
There is just the ending left. I need to finish that last paragraph. The paragraph where it all made sense. I could taste the best-selling spot already.
I need to be quick about it, I need to write that ending. This is it. This is the masterpiece I had been searching for.
At any moment, he’s going to come down with that fatal blow. That was our deal after all. After I told his story, I was no longer aloud to live. I knew too much.
I clutch my stomach, the squishing sound of my palm landing on my bloody bare flesh echoes in the room. I ignore the pain and continue sliding to the couch. I can’t sit up, and I know he won’t help me.
I lift my upper body even as I feel the damage that I am doing to it. I reach up and my bloody fingers touch the keyboard. I sigh in triumph.
My fingers tap away at the keys, slipping on the blood covering the letters on the keyboard completely. My vision is hazy and I’m sure I’m about to succumb to my injuries within a few minutes. My eyes close against my will and try to open them again.
You can do this, come on! the voice echoes in my head.
For many days, the voice was silent as I wrote, he kept it at bay. Now though, I had no strength to keep up my walls. I tapped away for what seemed like hours but was a few minutes or so. I was just one paragraph away from completing the book.
I could do this. The voice was right, I could.
There’s a bang at the door and I look up sluggishly.
Someone is here, you don’t have much time, ISOBEL!!!
I sigh. “L-let me finish…”
“Good guys finish last, Isobel,” Abel laughs sadly as he reaches down and digs his fingers into my wound. “And despite what you tell yourself, I am not the good guy.”
I scream and feel my arms being pulled away from the keyboard, but not before I hit send on the email. I watch as one of the many oil lanterns we had all around the cabin, crashes and bursts into pieces. The oil creating a trail of flames along the wooden floor.
I grin, my mouth full of blood as I look up at the hazy figure above me.