Thanks for listening

Hate overdose.

The only way to get my answer was to talk to Peter, but when I saw him my hate for him grew. He looked at me, surprisingly, he saw me. He rubbed his eyes wile I walked up to him. He jumped back at how close I got to him in such a short time. I was standing right next to him.
"Peter, why didn't you stop? Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you listen?" I asked him. He gave me a frightened  look that only made my blood boil more.
"Peter. What's wro-" Cory started but cut himself off once he saw me. I smiled at him. " We need to get out. Now." The both of them started pushing their way through the crowd to the door. I followed them outside still unnoticed. They ran to a house about two blocks away from the party. "Are we safe?" Cory asked sliding down the door in exhaustion.
"I don't know." Peter answered with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.
"You know why she's here right?"
"What did we do." He put his hands on his head and slid his fingers through his hair.
"You killed me. You didn't help me. You didn't stop...nor did you listen." I spoke in a calm voice. This seemed to freak them out even more. Peter took out the knife, and Cory took the nearest object. Pretty pathetic for fighting a ghost, but seeing that knife made my hate triple. The knife was still covered in MY blood, and seeing Peter with it again pushed me overboard. I went, and stood behind Peter with my sledge hammer still in hand. Then I remembered Cory encouraged him, I think he should go first.