Why me

Why me? I'm pretty sure everybody has asked that question to them self sometime in their short, sad life time. But this time. I really want to know why me. It was NEVER suppose to be like this. After all, I was just a 16 year old girl. My life was just beginning, this shouldn't have been the end. It all started as a practical joke, a dare, something that was suppose to make me appear as a sissy, but being me, I took up the dare. I mean sure, I was a bitch to a majority of the people who weren't my friends, like the ones who have dared me to do this, but fuck, I hated to look weak or afraid and everybody knew that. But I never knew they would show up to the little slumber party Jessica threw, but then again, they were also her friends. Why didn't I see it coming? Why do I have to be so stupid!? It was a cliche dare. Go spend one night in a haunted house. Jessica, being the caring person she was, was against it instantly. She was always such a 'scardy-cat' in their eyes. Now that I actually thought about it, I think they only had her around because of her father being on the school-board and her mother actually being the school principal. But even then, Jessica couldn't stop them from taunting me of being a chicken. I hate how I prideful I am. So twenty minutes after they had dared me, we were all standing outside the so called haunted house on Johnson Rd. of Scottville Michigan. It was a old house, built back in the early 1800s last time I checked. It's dark cracked grey bricks were covered in mold and moss, the windows were all boarded up, and even then, the wood looked like it was rotting. The haunted house couldn't really be called a house actually, now that I had a good look at it. It was more of a mansion, as it went 5 stories high, not counting the basement, and rumored to be like a maze on the inside. The darker shade of grey roof of the haunted mansion looked like it was going to cave in, and as soon as I had voiced that, the girls that had dared me started their taunts of me being scared again. Snorting, I had practically shouted that I wasn't scared, and marched up the stone steps and pulled on the gigantic door handle. After dropping my sleeping bag, I had to tug on the door multiple times to get it open just enough for me to fit through. Turning back around and waving at them with a gigantic grin, I had turned around, picked up my sleeping bag and slid through the crack in the door. Just one look on the inside of the mansion though, and I was about to run back out the doorway. The room was pretty much empty, but the wooden floor was covered by a faded dirty golden rug with many designs, while the walls were a deep faded dirty orange. The curtains were a faded blood red them self. I actually was going to run back out at that point now that I had a good view of everything, but I heard Jessica shout some encouraging words, that were soon followed by sarcastic annoying bullies. 'Good luck Irish!' 'Yeah good luck Irish, don't die!' 'Not like anyone will miss you!' 'Don't come back out before sun-rise, Irish!' 'Pfft, how much you wanna bet Irish the Beach will be dead by then?' 'How about 20 bucks?' 'Works for me.' Feeling angry at the words of the bullies, I had turned around and glared angrily at the ground. Something though, had moved from the corner of my eye. Snapping my head in that direction, I realized I was scared by one of the very fancy, old red curtain that ended up getting caught in the breeze from broken windows partially covered by the wood that was boarded up on the outside. Feeling stupid that I had gotten scared from a mere curtain, I had sighed and started to wonder what to do. I wasn't tired at all, seeing as it was only 10pm. Since the house was apparently like a maze, I'd rather not go exploring, and the waiting room was too cold to just sit in. Deciding to just go through one of the many doorways, I had gone opened the one closest to me. Realizing it only lead to a closet full of cleaning supplies, I had closed it and tried the door to the left of it. It lead to some very thin stairs. closing