@fightear sent for cole , ‘ this can’t be happening. ’
they started off as a group of five friends and now there’s only three of them , at least it was supposed to stay that way . in the dead of night cole slowly awakens to the sound of struggling beside him , how he can feel the sand that pricks at his skin with a sense of urgency and his eyes widen when he turns his head to catch sight of isaac wielding a knife above peyton , mouth covered . in a quick motion , cole moves to get onto his feet and he scrambles to tackle his friend , knocking him off and away from peyton with a rolling motion knowingly taking the brute force of the blade into his right thigh . ❝ what the hell is wrong with you ? ❞ he voices out with a groan , holding isaac down and now it’s cole’s turn to take control of the fight with him on top . isaac mumbles nonsense , the crazed look in his eyes giving away that he’s not fine .
❝ peyton , i need you to go ! ❞ cole yells as he lifts his head to look at her , but he knows her and she’s a fighter ; he just can’t let her be in this one . he has a sick feeling in his stomach about it . the weapon swings up and he catches his friend’s wrist . the both of them are weak , but that didn’t make it any less dangerous . they struggle , both their backs taking turns against the sand ; both of them taking turns hitting each other and isaac couldn’t be snapped out of it no matter how hard cole tried to yell at him . until finally with cole’s back to the ground and his hands keeping the knife away from his chest , he manages to twist the weapon and dig it into isaac’s abdomen , pushing his friend away and sitting up with hyperventilating breaths .
there’s a panicked and hurt look in cole’s eyes , quickly glancing between peyton and their dying friend , and his shaky hands hover just over the wound slightly before one of them press down on it . ❝ isaac , ❞ he whispers , shock coursing through his body . this can’t be happening . cole hears peyton and gets up with a struggle , collapsing to his knees halfway to her with a sob that rips through him . ❝ peyton . peyton ... pey , what did i do ? what did i — ❞ but isaac was going to kill peyton , he wasn’t going to stop . chocolate eyes are filling with tears , sandy and messy strands of hair sticking to damp skin due to his sweat , and his hand shakes rapidly as he glances down at his bloody hand — too distracted to feel his own wound that’s made a home on his right thigh . ❝ peyton ... ❞