"No, please!" Ava cries, stumbling backwards and falling. Ansley stands over her. "This is what you get, bitch," Ansley tells her. Zayn is a distance back, watching, a terrified expression on his face. I know what I'm about to witness, and I try to take a step forward, but I can't. I open my mouth to yell at Ava to run, but I can't do that either. It's like I'm paralyzed... "Ally! Wake up," a voice says. I open my eyes and squint at the figure above me. "Zayn?" I ask, disoriented. "You were having a nightmare or something," Zayn tells me. "You kept screaming something about Ava. Are you okay?" I sit up and laugh bitterly. "Am I okay?" I scoff. I look around. "Where are we?" I briefly remember telling Zayn last night that I was tired and he told me he would find a place to stop, but after that everything is fuzzy. "I found another cabin with the door unlocked, and no one was inside," Zayn says. Normally, I would be worried about someone finding us and charging us with breaking and entering, but now I barely even register what Zayn has told me. "What was your dream about?" Zayn asks. "I mean, obviously it was about Ava, but what was happening?" I rub my eyes wearily. "It was right before she dies. Ansley was there...so were you." Zayn's face pales. "What happened?" he repeats. "Ava said, 'No, please!' and then she fell. Ansley said something like, 'This is what you get, bitch,' and then it ended." Zayn is speechless for a moment, and then he says, "Ally. That's exactly what they said and what happened." I turn to look at him. "Are you sure?" I ask him. "It happened like a year ago. You might not remember correctly." Zayn shakes his head worriedly. "No, trust me. Every minute of that is burned into my memory." I don't say anything. What can I say? I just witnessed my sister's last moments. "Can you try and fall asleep again? Maybe you can see more, and we can figure out if that was just a coincidence or not," Zayn suggests. I nod. "I can try." Zayn nods and leaves the room with one last smile cast my way. I lie back down and close my eyes. I don't think I will be able to fall back asleep, but surprisingly I do.
"Ansley," Zayn says cautiously. "Shut up, Zayn," Ansley says angrily. "She needs to learn her lesson." Ava squirms. "Ansley, come on, let's talk about this," she says nervously. Ansley picks up a large rock and studies it. "Ansley, please," Ava says. She begins to get up, and I watch, helpless, as Ansley steps toward Ava and smashes the rock into her skull. Ava falls to the ground and Ansley steps back, horrified. "Holy shit," she says looking at the rock in her hand. "Did you fucking kill her?" Zayn asks, storming forward. He leans down and looks for a pulse. "I can't find her damn pulse," Zayn says, standing up. Ansley claps her hand over her mouth. "I think I might throw up," she says, the color draining from her face. "God, Ansley, we have to get rid of the evidence," Zayn says, running his hand through his hair. There's a large pool of blood under Ava's head, and Ansley wrinkles her nose at it. "I don't want to touch her," she says. "Jesus Christ, do you want to fucking go to jail?" Zayn asks. "Because if we don't get rid of the evidence, you will." Reluctantly, Ansley bends down and together they scour the area for anything that could lead the police to them. After looking for a few minutes, Ansley says, "I don't think there's any evidence that we were here." Zayn nods and picks up the rock Ansley used to kill Ava. "I'll throw this into the lake," he says quietly. Ansley nods. "I didn't mean to," she says pathetically. "I know," Zayn says.
My eyes fly open and I lie on the unfamiliar, lumpy bed for a minute gathering my thoughts before calling Zayn in. "Yeah?" he says when he sits down next to me. I take a deep breath. "I know everything," I tell him.