You're Not Supposed to Die Tonight

by Kalynn Bayron

However, I only play a final girl at Camp Mirror Lake; I don’t actually want to be one. I turn my Black ass right around and book it back to my cabin, where I close and lock the door.

“As soon as people start having sex, it’s like a bat signal to the killer. He hears cheeks clappin’, then here he comes with a knife to slice everybody up.”

My legs are pumping and I have a death grip on Bezi’s hand as we rush down the path. Bezi trips and falls. “Oh hell no,” I scream as I pull her up. “Not today! Get up!”

“You didn’t go with them?” I ask, putting my hand on Kyle’s arm. “I told you to go.” “I couldn’t leave you.” His bottom lip trembles as he looks down at the floor. “I knew you were still out there and—and—they killed Porter?”

Uh uhhh Kyle. You know somethinggggg!!!

“Shut up!” she screams in his face, gripping the handle of her weapon so hard that her knuckles pale. “You’ve been betraying us this whole time, you selfish little bastard! You dug up that bird and put it on the porch, hoping they’d get scared and leave.” She balls her hand into a fist. “You had to hide the keys and cut the tires and I could barely get you to do it without you crying like a baby. You’re so goddamn worthless!”

I knew it!!!!!