had forgiven Ryan, and wanted to show support to his family, as they did not want them to feel it was their fault. But Lauren did not share the same feelings . There had to have been something, something different you could have done. Bastard! She still remembered the vile curses she told Ryan with her hushed, but angered voice. Then the thought of her parents brought forth tears, and she wept for hours.
After the first sunset, Eric, Logan, and John finally wandered back over to the camp, where Lauren was preparing a meal for them. John felt sure she would not need a fire to cook the meal, as she was so angry, she could make a pot boil, just by looking at it. After the meal, she walked over to Ryan to give him the medicine as Mirtza had instructed. Why do I have to be the one to look after the guy who killed my sister? And that was the breaking point. She went over to the fire, “I want somebody to tell me something, anything, as long as it’s the truth. Do not lie to me. What are we going to do? What happens if Mirtza does not come back? What are we going to do about Ryan? Somebody? Anybody? This is bullshit!”
Eric stood up, and tried to talk to Lauren. But she was like a pressure cooker left over an open flame for too long, something had to give. Before the shouting would start again, and she would say something she could not take back, Lauren dashed off into the dead forest. Logan went to go after her, but Eric stopped him, “She’ll be okay, she just needs to let off some steam. She’ll be safe, as we haven’t seen anything or anybody out here. Logan, if you go after her, you’ll become the target of her frustration.” Then Eric headed out to watch the road, “I will be back in a few hours. I don’t think anybody will travel that road in the middle of the night.”
Logan looked to John, but he just shrugged his shoulders. So Logan added some firewood to the campfire, so Lauren would be able to find her way back, and then sat down.
Lauren was deep into the forest when she came across a wide path, which she followed to its end. The tarp was dark, but stretched so thin, some light did penetrate. When she reached the far end, she stopped and fell to her knees, sobbing. What the hell is happening? How do you get into an accident, and wake up in another world. Here, nothing makes sense. Maybe we are all dead, caught in a shared delusion. Maybe it’s just a dream. She pinched her arm, but did not sit up in a warm bed. She thought of her parents, how are they going to handle losing two more of their children, it will rip them apart! The funeral with closed caskets, because there are no bodies, or will they go through seven years of hell waiting for us to be declared legally dead. Maybe after that long, they will forget, and never have a funeral for us. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this… She sobbed for hours, torturing herself with thoughts of despair, dark depression arriving like the night, and after a while, she could cry no more. She heard the familiar sound of rain, “God, I would love a hot bath right now. Even a shower!”
Lauren loved her huge backyard, being outdoors, around nature, it always made her feel happy. But here they kill trees, and slowly. She grabbed a dead looking tree about five feet tall, pulled it from the ground, roots and all. Then broke the small branches off the crown, and started smashing the tarp with it, and it felt good to hurt something. She vented all of her frustration into the tarp, wailed on it as if it was a personal assault to her senses. Then Lauren noticed a small rip, and beat the tarp as if it was a mortal enemy. The rip grew until the forces on the tarp made it spread open, from the ground to the highest tree, it separated, and to her, it felt like she had won a victory. Gentle rain fell on Lauren, and it felt like hope. She stood there in the darkening forest for over an hour, letting the rain wash away the tears, the road dust, the despair. As the night
After the first sunset, Eric, Logan, and John finally wandered back over to the camp, where Lauren was preparing a meal for them. John felt sure she would not need a fire to cook the meal, as she was so angry, she could make a pot boil, just by looking at it. After the meal, she walked over to Ryan to give him the medicine as Mirtza had instructed. Why do I have to be the one to look after the guy who killed my sister? And that was the breaking point. She went over to the fire, “I want somebody to tell me something, anything, as long as it’s the truth. Do not lie to me. What are we going to do? What happens if Mirtza does not come back? What are we going to do about Ryan? Somebody? Anybody? This is bullshit!”
Eric stood up, and tried to talk to Lauren. But she was like a pressure cooker left over an open flame for too long, something had to give. Before the shouting would start again, and she would say something she could not take back, Lauren dashed off into the dead forest. Logan went to go after her, but Eric stopped him, “She’ll be okay, she just needs to let off some steam. She’ll be safe, as we haven’t seen anything or anybody out here. Logan, if you go after her, you’ll become the target of her frustration.” Then Eric headed out to watch the road, “I will be back in a few hours. I don’t think anybody will travel that road in the middle of the night.”
Logan looked to John, but he just shrugged his shoulders. So Logan added some firewood to the campfire, so Lauren would be able to find her way back, and then sat down.
Lauren was deep into the forest when she came across a wide path, which she followed to its end. The tarp was dark, but stretched so thin, some light did penetrate. When she reached the far end, she stopped and fell to her knees, sobbing. What the hell is happening? How do you get into an accident, and wake up in another world. Here, nothing makes sense. Maybe we are all dead, caught in a shared delusion. Maybe it’s just a dream. She pinched her arm, but did not sit up in a warm bed. She thought of her parents, how are they going to handle losing two more of their children, it will rip them apart! The funeral with closed caskets, because there are no bodies, or will they go through seven years of hell waiting for us to be declared legally dead. Maybe after that long, they will forget, and never have a funeral for us. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this… She sobbed for hours, torturing herself with thoughts of despair, dark depression arriving like the night, and after a while, she could cry no more. She heard the familiar sound of rain, “God, I would love a hot bath right now. Even a shower!”
Lauren loved her huge backyard, being outdoors, around nature, it always made her feel happy. But here they kill trees, and slowly. She grabbed a dead looking tree about five feet tall, pulled it from the ground, roots and all. Then broke the small branches off the crown, and started smashing the tarp with it, and it felt good to hurt something. She vented all of her frustration into the tarp, wailed on it as if it was a personal assault to her senses. Then Lauren noticed a small rip, and beat the tarp as if it was a mortal enemy. The rip grew until the forces on the tarp made it spread open, from the ground to the highest tree, it separated, and to her, it felt like she had won a victory. Gentle rain fell on Lauren, and it felt like hope. She stood there in the darkening forest for over an hour, letting the rain wash away the tears, the road dust, the despair. As the night
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