So you went left, desperately searching for your friend Hannah. Around ten minutes passed before you spotted Beth - relief filling your heart once you noticed Hannah was with her. "Hannah! Oh my God, you must be freezing. Here, I know you have Beth's jacket, but take my scarf as well. It's sure to help."

After you'd wrapped your scarf around the shivering Hannah, you hugged her tightly; fretting about what the three of you were going to do. "I'm such an idiot." She wept in despair, "I'm so dumb."

"Oh Hannah, you're not." You comforted her soothingly, "The others are just...just cruel. They take their pranks way too far." A few second passed before you heard something - making you tense up and turn to face both sisters with uneasiness.

"Hannah...? Beth...?" You spoke their names fearfully, "We're not alone. We're not safe here." You helped them to their feet, stood in the middle and grasped both of their hands; the three of you deciding to run.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Hannah wailed, sensing the danger in front of you guys and then seeing the edge of a cliff behind you all.

"No!" Beth shrieked, "No! Shit! No...Get back!" Her threatening words had no effect, so you broke the handholding and decided to stand in front, acting heroic.

"Beth! Hannah! Get away from the edge and don't step back any more! Go around me and just...I don't know, just fucking run!" You yelled at them fiercely.

"NO! ARGH! You whirled around at the sound of Beth's screech, gasping loudly when you saw the two girls dangling off the cliff's edge.

"Hold on!" You tried to calm the situation down, extending your hand and reaching out to Beth - who was clutching a random branch. "I'll pull you up!" She reached out with her other hand too, but the two of you were just out of reach - both sisters falling off the cliff with a ear-splitting scream.

With a scream of your own, you bolted upwards and clutched your covers with both hands; shaking whilst you tried to ignore the memory that continuously plagued your thoughts. Almost every night...for the past year...had that horrifying incident haunted your mind. For the past year it had messed-up absolutely everything - from the way you thought about things all the way to how you acted. Your behaviour switched from optimistic to pessimistic, you changed from being an extrovert to an introvert and you rarely spoke to anyone - not seeing the point. The guilt that consumed you, it was unbearable.

Why? Because in your mind it was all your fault. Hannah and Beth...they'd still be alive if you'd reached out towards Beth's hand just a little further. They'd still be alive if you'd stopped Hannah from entering the Guest Room and followed your suspicions. And they'd still be alive if you'd remembered the right way back to the lodge and lead them back inside. Your fault...all your fault. Shaking your head, you brushed away the tears that had streaked down your cheeks and picked up your phone from your bedside table - wanting to check the time and whatnot. 5:00AM. Oh, and you'd also received a text message from Sam.

To: (Y/n),
I said I'd send you the details - aka the time and date and stuff. Well, it turns out that it's tomorrow instead of Sunday...
From: Sam

To: Sam,
What's so bad about it being tomorrow and not Sunday?
From: (Y/n)

To: (Y/n),
Don't you remember? Tomorrow is the anniversary. Y'know...the anniversary of Hannah and Beth's...death. I just thought Josh would want to...that he'd want to skip it, that's all.
From: Sam

You stiffened up after your eyes skimmed the most recent text - not knowing what to think or what to do. Of course...how could you have possibly forgotten? Had your mind shut it out? What the...What the fuck...?

To: Sam,
Oh... Well, when's the time then?

To: (Y/n),
Around 9PM-ish. That's what Josh told me. Not sure which of us are coming and when they're arriving, but that's all I know.

To: Sam,
Alright then. Thanks Sam.

And with that, you closed your phone and held it against your chest; wanting to regain your composure and hold it together somehow. Hannah... Beth... Tomorrow - technically today - would be their anniversary. Tears dripped down your face as you couldn't contain your emotions, soft sobs slipping through your lips while you buried your head between your knees, feeling nothing but the utmost despair. How were you supposed to get through this? How were you supposed to cope with this? And how were you supposed to survive this? So many questions swirled around your mind as your grief decided to grow once more.

Feeling your nervousness increase, you unlocked your phone again and scrolled down your list of contacts, stopping when you saw Josh's number. Should you-? Yeah. This was no time to wuss out. "To: Josh" "It's me, (Y/n). Been a while, hasn't it? Ahaha...I just, um...well I just wanted to let you know that Sam showed me the video and told me when to visit the lodge. You probably don't care, but I wanted to see how you were. See...you. So...yeah. See you tomorrow I guess." Biting your lip, you pressed send and shut your phone immediately - feeling strangely satisfied.

Hours ticked by and then at 8:30PM, you made your way towards the bus station and used the bus as a means of transport; staring out of the window with a glum expression while the vehicle chugged along to get to the cable car path. The mountain sure was spooky at night, especially at 9PM. This was around the time you and Beth ran into the woods to look for— You swallowed and tried to ignore your sad thoughts, wanting to have a good time with Sam and Josh instead. Not those other guys though...No. That cruel prank was the reason your old best friends were still gone. The bus arrived at the bottom of the mountain and so you thanked the driver - grabbing your luggage before stepping out.

Once you'd done that, you walked up to the familiar-looking gate and noticed Sam climbing over the wall connected to said gate. "So Sam," You teased playfully, "Is climbing stone walls an everyday thing for you now too? Or is it just me that finds that fun?"

"Oh hardy har, (Y/n)." Sam responded sarcastically, sticking her tongue out as she sat on top of the stone wall.

"Seriously though, why are you climbing?" You cocked your head to the side curiously.

"Because the lock's busted on the gate and Chris left a letter which says to climb over." She answered, pointing down at the gate. "See?"

Noticing a note, you plucked it from the metal gate's poles and peered down; rolling your eyes at Chris's hard-to-read handwriting. The gate's busted, climb over! - Chris. "Dammit." You groaned, knowing that you weren't prepared for such a random way.

"Here, lemme help you." Sam offered her hand down and so you let her pull you up - both of you nimbly hopping over.

"Wait, (Y/n)...be still for a second." She suddenly stopped you and knelt down instead, making you frown.

"Uh...why...?" You quietly whispered, realising her reason a moment later as a small squirrel bounded towards you both.

"Aww...Hey little fella! You hungry?" Sam asked warmly, bringing out some nuts from her backpack and holding her hand out. "Cutie!" She cooed after the small animal ate out of the palm of her hand.

"Want to try, (Y/n)?" The blonde-haired girl turned her head towards you and you hesitated, feeling a little timid.

"Sure...I guess..." You agreed whilst Sam tipped a few nuts into your hand - the squirrel now interested in you.

"Now be still...very still." She advised, placing a finger against her lips and flashing you a friendly look. So you complied, happy when it crunched out of your hand this time.

"That was absolutely adorable." You commented in a happy tone, your sorrow fading slightly while you felt some of your old optimism return. That was...unexpected.

"It sure was." Sam released a soft laugh and with that you both made your way up to the cable car. You saw Chris's bag on the bench but...no Chris.

"Your bag's here, but where are you...?" Sam muttered in bemusement, glancing around and trying to spot the dirty-blonde haired male.

Cupping your mouth with both hands, you decided to try another tactic. "Chris? You okay, bud? What's going on?" You called with worry - growing concerned by his absence.

"You're not in the bag are you?" Sam joked aloud, looking back at his bag due to his phone suddenly beginning to buzz.

"Should we close the bag or snoop instead?" She innocently questioned, tilting her head a little as her question made you panic.

"No!" You protested defensively, "No snooping! How would you like it if someone looked through your things without permission?"

"Relax, relax, I was just kidding!" Sam put her hands up and you calmed down, breathing out with relief.

"Sam! (Y/n)! Hey. You made it!"