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July 2nd
3:07 p.m.
?I hate you,? Noah said, fiddling with the knobs on the dashboard.
I fixed him with an icy stare, even colder than the air conditioning blasting out of his vents. I didn't have the energy to argue.
The sun burned hot against my neck as the stare seemed to go on for ages. I finally broke my gaze and turned to the window.
Cows and cornfields, cows and cornfields.
I never thought we'd be like this.
It was supposed to be a fun summer trip. Annelise, Mark, Noah, and me.
Now it was just Noah and me.
***
July 1st
12:49 p.m.
Lunch was in a dingy restaurant. A small place, dark and sparsely populated. I ordered a burger, Mark ordered a salad, and Noah got a chicken sandwich.
I don't know why I remembered that.
The burger tasted rubbery, the cheese glued onto the surface. The bun was stale. I chewed slowly.
?I think we should just go home from here,? Mark said, interrupting the silence. ?Why are we still driving to St Paul??
?Don't you remember the original reason for the trip??
?I mean, yeah, but--?
?Just be glad,? Noah muttered. ?At least your girlfriend's still around.?
Mark's plates clattered as he abruptly stood. ?What did you say??
?Nothing.?
?I don't think it was nothing!? Mark said. ?What gives you the right to talk about Sophie like that? I know you're upset about Annelise-- we all are-- but you don't get to lash out at us!?
I put a hand on Mark's arm. ?Calm down It's fine.?
Mark shook me off. ?This road trip just isn't working. I'm going home.?
?You don't even have a car!?
?I'll-- I'll take the bus.?
I stood up and grabbed his hand. ?Mark, think for a minute. Don't leave. Don't leave me. Please.?
?Come with me, Soph.?
I shook my head. ?We don't have enough money for a bus all the way back to Oklahoma. I'm not leaving! All we have to do is pick up Noah's stuff and then we can go back home.?
?I'm not sitting in a car with that jerk for the time it takes to get home!? Mark shouted. Noah's face contorted in anger, and the few others in the restaurant turned their heads our way. A server came up to Mark and said, ?I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir.?
Mark glanced at him. ?That's just fine? With a glare at Noah, he picked up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Turning to me, he demanded, ?Are you coming??
I looked at him. Noah. My hands. The table. The server. ?No,? I finally whispered. ?And I wish you weren't going anywhere either.?
Mark's eyes hardened. ?Okay then.?
Tears blurred my eyes. ?Mark--?
But he had already slammed the door shut.
?This is all your fault, Sophie. God.? Noah's words slashed into me like a knife.
And the truth in them left the sharpest cut.
***
June 29th
7:59 a.m.
Once Annelise left, it was no fun.
?You driving?? Noah asked.
?Sure,? I said, climbing into the driver's seat.
?Let me know if you need a break,? Mark said, plopping down in the passenger seat. I nodded but stayed in the driver's seat all the way from Kansas City to Wisconsin Dells. For those 8 hours, no one spoke a word. I kept my eyes focused on the yellow stripes dotting the gray asphalt, blurring into one another as the hours passed.
When Google beeped at me that we had reached our destination, as if I couldn't see the towering orange and purple waterslides, I called, ?We're here!?
Noah jolted awake, and Mark groggily blinked his eyes open. ?What?? he mumbled.
?We're here, babe,? I said, slinging my blue and white striped swim bag over my shoulder as I stepped out of the car.
He slammed the car door shut a moment later, Noah right behind him. ?Should I get Annelise's stuff??
Noah's face contorted into a grimace. ?Oh my gosh, I'm sorry,? Mark said. ?I forgot.?
But Noah was already storming off towards the waterpark gates.
?It's okay,? I whispered, lacing my hand through his. ?Just try to remember next time. He's still taking it pretty hard.?
Guilt twisted in my gut.
?I will,? Mark said, squeezing my hand ?I really am sorry. I know it's hard for you too.?
?Yeah, but we're here to have fun. Let's ride some waterslides!? My smile was forced, and so was Mark's, but we let ourselves have at least a little bit of fun over the next couple of hours.
Water splashed onto my two-piece swimsuit over and over as we rushed down waterslide after waterslide.
The rushing feeling in my stomach couldn't cover my nagging regret.
***
June 28th
10:23 p.m.
?What's up, man,? Mark said as Noah approached the car.
?Annelise and I broke up.? Noah didn't look at us, just clicked his keys and pulled the car door open.
First what happened between her and me, and now Noah and her broke up? No way. ?She must be really upset.?
?Yeah,? Noah said. ?She said you yelled at her about how she was always ghosting you for some guy. She said she didn't want to do that anymore. So we aren't together.?
I gasped. ?She-- I-- I never meant to--?
Party music thumped against the walls as she spoke.
?You and Mark and Noah can go. I'll see you back in Oklahoma.? Annelise looked down and walked toward the door.
?Fine!? I screamed after her. ?That's just fine! You were never much of a friend anyway. All your crazy schemes, leaving me every time you see a new guy while judging me for hanging out with Mark. I'll see you back in Oklahoma, I guess!?
Annelise turned back, her mouth hanging open. She inhaled sharply. ?Okay then.?
My words sunk in, and I gasped. ?I didn't mean -- I'm so sorry --?
But she had already stormed away.
***
June 28th
8:30 p.m.
The last time we were all together was the disastrous party.
Annelise had convinced us to throw a party at her cousin Serena's house in Kansas City. Before the fight, I had shoved through the mass of dancing bodies, searching for Annelise's pink shirt and long curls. I wondered why on earth I had agreed to this.
I finally found her sitting on the couch, Noah's arm around her shoulders. He leaned down to move his soda can when Annelise lifted her legs up to the coffee table.
?What? Why?? Hurt flashed across her face.
?No, I don't think so,? Annelise said. ?I'm gonna stay here with Noah.?
?Okay then.? I adjusted my purse and went to meet Mark at the front door.
?I feel like Annelise is mad at us for leaving,? I said.
?Maybe,? Mark said. ?I didn't see her.?
?Or upset. Mark, do you remember how we met?? I asked, suddenly stopping.
?Yeah. It was at some party sophomore year,? he answered. ?Why?'
?I never knew that,? Mark said.
?That's cool,? Mark said, and I could sense the but coming, ?But why--?
?She always worried that dating would get in the way of our friendship, but the thing is, she ditched me and just hung out with Noah when they got together. She's better now about that, but she can't blame me for wanting a break.?
Mark didn't say anything, but I felt his understanding. We stopped at the view of a grassy area, sitting in contented silence for a few moments.
***
June 25th
7:22 a.m.
I tossed my pink suitcase into the trunk, the last one, and banged the door down.
?Careful,? Noah said. ?I saved up--?
?Two years to buy this car,? I finished. ?We know. Are you driving first??
?Sure,? he said. I nodded and climbed into the back with Annelise.
?No. I'm excited!? I said. ?It'll be fun.?
I rested my head on the windowsill. Cows and cornfields, cows and cornfields.
?I hope we get some better scenery,? I commented.
The group chimed in their thoughts, but Annelise's words rang through my head.
Do you have a bad feeling about this?
Trigger Warning: Blood and Gore
All I remembered was darkness; dense impenetrable darkness. Like a thick woolen blanket that smothered its victims. I looked around, lost in that dark world. Then a feeling of despair settled on me.
Drowning me, pulling me farther and farther from the surface.
Then, through that darkness a pinpoint of light burst through the midnight, the only sliver of hope I had of escape. I walked, no, ran toward that light, not wanting to lose my chance of freedom. He looked at me curiously, pulling me out of that memory which I so hated to remember.
His auburn hair tumbling and blowing in the hot summer breeze that ran through the green shrubs.
"I-," He paused, running his fingers through his crimson hair, the very colour of fire, "I thought you were gone, I mean, we all thought the worst."
Coarse sand flooded into the torn leather boots that hung, barely attached to my feet. I nodded weakly, I was tired, confused, hungry and...bleeding. I noticed crimson drops of blood falling onto the sand around me.
That was when I first felt the pain. It blazed like a wild fire up from my ribcage, all the way up to my shoulder A fresh wave of nausea swept over me as I saw a huge, deep cut running from my ribs up to my shoulder, exposing bright red muscle and tissue.
"You're injured!" He exclaimed as he rushed over to examine my wounds.
My slate gray cotton shirt was now a deep scarlet, damp with the feel and stench of blood.
"Well, everyone makes mistakes once in their life," He said empathetically, blowing a strand of fire hair out of his green eyes. I frowned.
"Um, on second thought not everyone makes mistakes like that in their life."
I fell to the sandy floor, the hot sand burning my arms, and hands.
"Aoife, you'll be alright, everything is going to be fine."
Voices hushed and urgently whispered above my head as I slowly pulled myself out of my sleep. I opened my eyes. Dusty sunlight filtered through the window that sat beside the little cot I was lying on. The smell of singed flesh and hair hung in the room, causing a fit of coughs to wave up from me.
"Ahh, Edrei and Bolivar." Kenneth stood and beckoned them toward me. I smiled weakly as I remembered the two twins who I had fought beside me so long ago. Bolivar, a very big burly man. Hair as black as night, his name meant mighty and warlike. I shuddered as an image flashed across my eyes of him ripping a man's leg from his body.
Despite his seemingly brutal looks, including the grisly scar that ran
Her name meant blessed guardian.
This name portrayed her character only in part. She was truly a
"Aoife, you need to remember."
Don't! I thought, Don't let me feel the dark! I pushed the something further down inside of me.
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