Day 11, 20:00
was frozen. My mind was screaming at me to move, get in action and act before things just happened, but my body did not react. I could not have happened, someone had to have been confused because it was impossible. I never raised the chance ... No ...
The camp had been mired in absolute stillness, no one dared to take the step to start solving ... What? Did not even know what we should do next. We had no means, we could not call anyone. We were twenty teenagers in the woods not knowing what to do. The game we had finally gotten out of hand. The
Adriana sob made me turn me into it, me out of my state of shock for a few seconds. She had make sure that was true, she had seen, it was he who had everything and more to avoid what ultimately had finally happened.
With his face buried in Ethan's chest, was unable to control the tears and nothing you could tell the boy seemed to calm her. A Denia not seen anywhere, but I knew I should be the same or worse than her friend. At least they could externalize it, because to me the tears would not come out. Even the words. It seemed that everything had disappeared.
- What does it happen to everyone?
A cheerful voice in this situation was least expected to hear. But when I turned around and saw that Nora Lydia had arrived and unrelated to the facts, I realized that the worst was yet to come for me.
Waiting for an explanation, both girls left their eyes wander through the crowd, focusing on me and Nora Lydia someone was behind me. Giving me a few seconds before having to answer the question, I turned to see who it was. Dylan
instinctively turned away to see that I turned around to let me see Ethan. He should not only comfort Adriana, but they explain everything and to calm his sister. At least it was not me that was worse.
As if you plan to do it himself, Dylan took a step toward them, seeing interrupted by Ethan, who ordered his eyes to take charge of Adriana at the time that he would be absent. With certain contradiction in his eyes, the young nodded and stood beside her.
resigning myself to accompany him, I went with Ethan, stopping next to Lydia to break the news to themselves. Fearing the worst, agreed to follow me to a more secluded place without a word, staring with fear of the truth reflected in her green eyes.
"Say now, Taylor .- I pleaded.
"It's ..." I did not recognize the voice that burst from my lips, and unknown was so hoarse that gave me a chill .- Samuel. Nothing ... we could not do anything ...
Two seconds can take years. And those two seconds it took Lydia to assimilate the information I feel are timeless, not knowing what to do. I watched in silence, feeling worse for having uttered those words, because it was like finally a reality. Samuel had not endured. It was not. And all for a hunter fucking clueless.
I wanted to hit someone. At first I crossed on the way to channel my anger. Because it was not just that he was gone. No. I refused to accept it. However
going to have to wait a little longer to let my aggression emerge, because the time when I was preparing to release a curse, the first tear rolled down the cheek of Lydia and I realized what I had not the faintest idea what to do next. I felt foolish standing there, watching her as she wept as I saw myself unable to mourn.
is assumed that people in dramatic situations are driven by their feelings, but there I was, looking up to the level of carbon dioxide in the air he was breathing. Absurd. Others
my mess of thoughts, Lydia cut the distance between us and hugged me, finally letting her emotions get and come out crying. I could not see well, I did not feel her tears soaking my shirt and feel your pain. Why did he have to be all so damn bad?
We had not done anything to deserve what we were experiencing. There had to be a solution. Reacting
something later, put my arms around vigorously, hoping to reassure her that way. I did not want deaths, did not want tears. Not want to go with that. Because one way or another know that this would end badly. There was a good start to our problem. We were a minority and depended entirely on what they wanted to do with us the parents of Ethan.
And if we wanted dead, dead end.
But he was not willing to give up and wait. If I were really only a few days old, maybe weeks hopefully, I knew that I wanted to live them, take every second and fight to the end. There could easily kill us, because now we had a real reason to face those wacky scientists.
For them had fled into the forest, Samuel had died for them. And he deserved it and was vengásemos.
At that time I realized at once that he could not ride the sadness. Perhaps he had been lucky that the tears came to my eyes, because he needed people weaker than the rest of us and resistiésemos mantuviésemos undaunted as they are replenished. Securing
that thought, a shiver ran through Lydia, decided to leave my thoughts and start working. If she had put aside part of my shyness, now completely and I would focus on what's important.
Anyone could be next. Had to be careful.
-Lydia ... "I whispered, trying to move away to see his face and start a conversation.
"No ... no ... ... I do not let go .- interrupted me with a trembling voice, firm in its position even though his legs were shaking.
Realizing that he had the strength to stand up, I went back to fix it without hesitation and took air, preparing to spend words you never would get it calm and stop thinking about Samuel.
had to admit that at first I had felt jealous of the fast friendship that both had begun and the many hours spent together always, but now I realized how absurd it was. Samuel was dying and she had been happy during that time. How could he be so hopelessly imbecile?
"Okay, do not worry. Let's do something .- I started, checking my voice to sound calm .- I'll walk you home for some rest and call you before bedtime to explain everything. And tomorrow morning I'll see you .- I decided, improvising as he spoke to me after assailed by doubts.
Why would she want me to go and see? What would you serve?
- Taylor? What will you do? "Ethan asked me, holding her baby sister's shoulders.
Lydia, will accompany them home. Want to take Nora?
"No, stay with me and back together .- said, turning her head a moment before continuing others talking to me .- I think I should handle this, you will need as you're free.
With all his remaining strength, looked at Lydia for one second to devote after a smile of support and encouragement.
Feeling a bit more lively, nodded and started walking holding the girl, knowing that the journey might hesitate hours if we did at that rate. But I did not mind waiting and Ethan know I was not excited at the prospect of returning to the camp to face the long faces and what they were going to do with the body.
How to explain the disappearance forever? It was a town too small, it was almost impossible to keep a secret ...
Even I struggled to break the silence during those minutes, I respected his silence by immersing myself in my thoughts, armándome value to join the small group of those who were to take control of the situation.
Ethan. Dylan. Scott. Not understand how the three of them could always be on the ball no matter the circumstances.
In some part, I could understand how Dylan remained impassive. Always was frivolous, if it ever reached the emotions were not going to do in that moment. But ... others? Ethan was formed almost by feelings and Scott was hiding those tears after coughing when I went to a cinema and saw one of those depressing movies girls.
was incomprehensible. But if they were to continue at the head of all, I wanted to help. They were my friends, I refused to fall behind again.
-is here .- Lydia whispered, stopping before a small house obscured somewhat neglected painted white paint.
Before you start walking on the grass to reach the porch, I turned to look at his face, feeling even worse because of his sad eyes and red, his eyes fixed at infinity.
"Sorry, Lydia, really sorry ... If there is anything I can do ... - I said, ignoring the stupidity of my words. What event had the power to raise the dead?
"Do not go yet .- I asked, ignoring my lack confidence when speaking.
surprised by his request, took her hand, clasping his thin little fingers with mine, and walked out the front door, ignoring the screams coming out of the house and managed to embarrass my companion. I did not want to feel humiliated because they were living things, I do not care what happens in your family, would not change my opinion it.
Before we set foot on the first step of the porch, the door opened with a bang and a more than angry young man left the building shabby, I preferred to ignore lashes out when I realized that it was aiming to own mother, who watched the scene from the entrance with a glass of wine in hand, staring into infinity, listening to the words of the boy with a smile that puzzled me.
She seemed much more ancient than it really should be. His eyes reminded those of Lydia and her mop of unkempt hair and invaded by the gray was a reflection of the blond hair of her daughter. It must have been beautiful years ago, before that life is slipping from their hands and take that direction.
never heard anyone talk about the Green family in Evansville. He was aware that his father had tried to get a high paying job in the capital and had to return to the city nearly bankrupt, divorced and with a child with certain behavioral problems to deal with the neighborhood. But by then everyone was too many dumps in the failed marriage practically Winchester, who had just had Dylan in an attempt to save their relationship.
Before anyone could realize, Mr. Green had remarried and was born two years after Lydia. Nothing had happened again they get involved, virtually no part in the life of the city and nobody bothered them. So I was surprised to be seeing that.
- and you could stop a little bitch and do something productive, "sentenced the brother of Lydia shouted, throwing a disdainful look as he passed by our side to take the car he had left illegally parked on the road.
My anger was kindled at that comment and I turned to the guy willing to confront him if necessary, no matter the size or age difference. I was not prepared to allow such comments to her.
"No, Taylor, please leave. It will be worse for me if ... - I stopped looking at me imploringly with tearful eyes and leaving the sentence unfinished.
bite my tongue to control me, I nodded, feeling more and more reluctant to leave in those circumstances alone. But what could he do otherwise?
- Do you know where you been? "Inquired the mother, struggling against the power of alcohol to speak normally .- You should do something productive. "And who noses are you? Does the new pickup? I do not want grandchildren, no, no and no! - Showing that at this stage of the day the blood alcohol level was too high, turned to return to the messy room, where you could hear the murmur of the television on.
I did not look too much inside the house, because he had seen at a glance, family chaos was reflected also in the decoration and cleaning.
"You should not have come, has been ruled an error .- Lydia, letting go of my control and wiping the tears almost angrily .- Sorry.
- What? Do you really think this to me? "- Replied, frowning .- The only thing I'm rethinking the leave here or not, because I like how they treat you, not the one as you have a perfect life I do not know anything about you. We're friends, right?
Lydia for a few seconds I looked directly into his eyes, not knowing what to answer, until outlined at the end a sad smile that was not reflected in her eyes. I guess that was the best he could offer at that time.
"But if you want me to go, I'm going now. I will not harass .- joked, trying to break the moment of discomfort that we had gotten.
"I guess you have seen this and I think I'm going to die if I am alone, nothing happens if you go. If you want .- whispered, turning his head toward the interior of the house .- But close your eyes to my room, too ashamed of rest.
comply with your wishes, let me take her hand and closed my eyelids, trying not to stumble too much on the stairs and hit the corners, hoping that she would guide me well. Letting go for a moment, let me standing in the middle of the room to close the door behind me.
"You can open them.
glad that at least ceased to mourn, I opened them and looked at the room, smiling at the sight of the young style reflected in every wall in every detail that decorated the room. The walls were painted a beige color that you could barely see the multitude of posters and photographs that had stuck around every corner.
The cleanliness was striking, nothing was out of place. The cabinet picked up, the desktop with the laptop and the sheets prepared for a long afternoon of study, the immaculate dresser. As if he had tried to organize the rest of your home in your own bedroom.
The large double bed was covered with pillows and stuffed animals as well as by a fluffy down comforter brown. Without much circumspection, Lydia took off the dancers and sat on it, in the center, making a ball.
Deciding to leave for later analysis of the room, I sat in a corner next to her, respect her space.
"Think what you did happy. When ... got sick and began to fear for his life, he offered to go to hospital. We told him that nothing mattered, that if he wanted to go, we go .- I began to explain, hoping that the hiciese feel better .- He refused, stated that it would derail everything I had been fighting and never allow it. We were with him at all times and ... it hurt at the end, but it was too long. I know he liked to see, talking to you that those moments were much more bearable for him. We all did what we could and you especially. I know there used to comfort you, but ... It is the only thing that you can support. Like all of us.
Lydia nodded his head slowly before answering, starting to play with the sleeves of his dark green jersey.
"I can not make the idea that I will not talk to him again .- murmured, bowing his head .- So, I know that we only knew each other for days and it was absurd, but we had plans together . It enrages me not knowing him before and in other circumstances, have a second chance. It would have been a wonderful friend, not fair.
"None of this is what I met .- gloomily.
miedo.-
"I have said after a silence of several minutes, surprising.
- What? Why? To you not going to pass anything, be sure .- quickly replied, incredulous at the idea that such a thing were raised.
She made a gesture of denial, giving me to understand that it is meant.
"What scares me is not knowing what will happen. Who will be next? What if you? I do not want anyone else to lose and less to you. I do not care who you are infected, I do not everything. But you can not go killing or by accident .- terrified at the idea, another chill ran through her frail body and placed the hair behind his ears and then sit back, protect yourself from a cold that she only felt.
-Take care, do not have to worry about .- I assured him, feeling a sort of affection for her encouraging me to protect it as if it were a helpless child.
"No, do not know .- sentenced, smiling through her tears as I removed something I had been pinned to the hair .- You are a complete disaster.
Giving the reason with a laugh, I took the road that I had removed the head and left on his bedside table before her and turn around to arm myself with courage to embrace her as she had done to me before in the forest. Acknowledging that I had taken the initiative, put his head on my shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Well, perhaps some things do not serve, I am clueless .- gave in, trying to maintain sanity and not let go. I hugged her because she was distraught, we were just friends. I had to psych .- But what I'm someone really matters seriously and nothing happens.
"For the rest of me .- I have said it as if those words had no significance.
was painful to have it so, to hear that and know that I was crazy for one of my best friends. But life was not fair and not left to prove again and again and I was going to resign. I had no other. Dylan had spoken to fight with that enigmatic intervention had, but could not force her or anything I wanted to. Things were as they were.
"And you to me. So ... do not want to get where they call me, but I know where you live is not a paradise. If you have problems, I beg you, tell me.
Sighing, Lydia left me a little, just to look into my eyes while maintaining their on my chest, as if to that physical contact is maintained even though she had been terminated the hug.
"It is a wonderful family. The truth is that most of the time I want to kill them or run away ... And I have fear of ending up like them because they were not always so. At my age were normal people like me and afraid ... - shrugged, leaving the sentence unfinished .- I'm not that strong, do not even know how I endured over the years. And with each passing day the feeling that my mother end up like me more and more bitter.
I do not think that your light may deteriorate so much that you stop shining and you become something .- sentence, raising his hand to caress her cheek and dry your tears.
"You're too good, do not let them corrupt .- I asked, a smile of appreciation.
try .- He answered quietly, swallowing, realizing the situation where we were.
had his face only inches from mine, I could feel his breath against my skin, to how they had their eyes slightly open in surprise as she realized how we had been moving to end this way. Instinctively, my eyes dropped to her lips parted, feeling tempted to do so. A kiss.
knew I could do it. She was probably hoping that he should make and I would respond. But when I looked back into his eyes I realized I could not. He had waited an opportunity like this years, but dreaming of giving it as impossible to achieve. And now that I raised was going to reject it. And I was not stupid, was he could not take advantage it.
was shattered, confused and felt grateful to me for having accompanied during these hard times. I could not kiss her because deep down feel obliged to answer and did not want. No.
Making the decision to do so, I smiled and stroked his chin for a second before breaking up, getting rid of his touch and welcoming my willpower not to have fallen into temptation. Something
cut, Lydia replied to the smile and turn away, back to collapse on his bed.
Not knowing what to say and wishing that the earth swallowed the shame I felt, looked away to set me in a brochure that rested on the desk. Motivated by my curiosity and grateful to have an excuse to turn away and hide my flushed cheeks but I got up and picked it up, frowning and back to reality by reading its contents.
- Is this yours? "- Asked, wanting an answer.
- What? Oh, no ... crap propaganda is my brother. It was one of those religious sects with my age and was his undoing. Now merely talk about them, but do not hear much .- I said, avoiding eye contact.
I looked down into the blade. Lord's messengers. Kill what never should be created and their creators to come before the trial with God as soon as possible. And a list of their victims. That was what was written in the prospectus. How could the police allow such things were lying around? There was a sect of crazy murderers lurking out there.
"Do not believe the hype, bale lot. I refuse to believe that they killed anyone .- added, seeing that I was reading it with a frown.
- I can keep it?
"Hey ... clear.
When viewing your question, I looked up and smiled.
"I do not care, I'm not so crazy. Someday I'll explain .- .- I have reassured her to return to help Ethan, but I'll call you later and tomorrow I'll come looking. Rest.
"Okay .- relented, seeing how I put the brochure in the pocket of his jeans. Trying
relax the atmosphere and compensate for my previous performance, I went to her and kissed her forehead. Wondering who I was and where he had gone to my shyness.
-bye .- whispered, waiting for his reaction to my unexpected gesture.
-bye .- replied, staring with flushed cheeks and a strange glow appeared in his sad eyes that got to cheer.
Feeling better, I turned and left the room to return to the bedroom.
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