And In The Silence I Suddenly Understood The Many Ways A Person Can Die But Still Be Alive.

And in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive.

Carmen Rodrigues (via quotexcerpts)

Carefully traversing through the woods she came to the scene of the fight. Her first instinct was to help Jason by slamming the rock she had in her hands against Michael. Then she saw JD, on the ground bleeding. She’s torn, with helping Jason finish off Michael so they can get JD to a hospital, or help JD as he is now with the chance of anything stopping Michael. 

She shakes her head, doing her best not get noticed as she sneaks past them, far enough out of sight but near the parking lot to where she can reach JD. She keeps low and eventually makes her way to him, crouching beside him and starts ripping off parts of her shirt to make up for bandages that should hopefully act to stop the bleeding, tying them around the area to act as a type of tourniquet.

After that, with her own hands, she guides JD’s hands to the act of reloading. She keeps her hands firm, helping to steady his own.

She fell silent at that sentence. That scared her, knowing that would’ve been the consequence for her actions. Actions full of fear that almost killed someone. It would’ve been Jean all over again, and then what she do? That couldn’t be fixed. 

Starting up the truck, she looks back at him, she knows he’s not her. She couldn’t help it. Just for a moment, she wonders if she can fix her mistakes. To try and become better instead of letting her fear consume her. However because of tonight, because of him, she has hope for the first time. Maybe she’s wearing her heart on her sleeve too much.

“...I don’t intend to run again. At least not for a while. Not after tonight.”

With that, she drives off, away from the diner, from the scene of what transpired tonight. She’s driving past the speed limit but at the same time, she prays to whatever god’s at there to let them make it in time.

“I used to be scared. But then I realized ghosts used to be people that died, so I started feeling sad for them,” She answered.

“I did have one follow me for a while though, so it was hard not to believe in them.”

“Depends. Are we talking of the kind stemmed from everyday life, or are we talking of the kind we imagine in our minds?”

She leans in whispering, “Either way I find both of them terrifying.”

Open | Steven

“Do you like ghost stories?”