Day Eleven

~Day Eleven, Monday

Juliette opened her eyes, staring straight at Jazz's bed.

Not again.

Juliette turned back to the bed, coming face to face with the dorm door. She tried the handle, she needed to wake up. It was locked.

"Jaxon wake me, wake me please," she begged. She was hoping that Jaxon was there, listening to what she was syaing. She turned, hoping to see Jaxon standing there.

Instead she saw a small, pale hand slip out from under the covers. A trickle of fresh, bright red blood running down the fingers of this hand. Juliettte wimpered.

"Jaxon if you can hear me, wake me up now!" Juliette yelled She didn't care if anyone heard, she just wanted Jaxon to wake her up. But whoever was under that blanket wouldn't be Jaxon, the hand was too small and pale.

Juliette walked closer, till the blood from the hand drippled onto her foot. It was warm and sticky. Swallowing