It seemed the others had summed everything up pretty well. Brandishing a tire iron wasnt how one typically made friends and could this guy please kindly leave without taking anything on the way out? The scared girl scampered over and Charlie declared that was that and went to sleep. The other girl seemed to pass dead out next to her and Dave along as well, after tossing a warning at Tyler and, of course, giving her first watch.
Fine, she muttered.
Isabel was dizzy. She couldnt see straight. She wobbled until she sat down and put her face in her hands. The smell. She pulled her head back and noticed her hands were covered in blood. Not only that, her shirt was soaked in it. Her skirt, her legs, and her shoes were all electrified in red. Bits of her hair were crunchy and stiff, coated in blood. Isabel tried to speak but no sound came out. The only sound was the high pitched buzzing of an empty room. Suddenly the silence was broken by a boy sitting next to her.
"I see your reasons," he said finally. "In the end, you simply did what you simply had to do to survive. It's as plain as that. You were able to do that, which was how you managed to come this far. You wanted to survive, and I can understand that. But it doesn't change all that you've done. People have died by your hand. One with cold blood, even."
He nodded at something behind her. She turned to look over her shoulder and saw a boy pinned to a tree, dead.
"The way I see it... justice needs to be done.
He didnt seem to be talking to her. It was like he was looking through her rather than at her. It was like she was staring at someone on TV.
What is this? What is he talking about?
And then he looked at her. Not like before, he was really looking at her now. His glasses shined when he moved his head to face her.
Shes a killer. She doesnt deserve to live. Youll see. Justice will be served.
Her eyes fluttered open. There was just a bit of light peaking out in the sky which of course meant-
Ladies and gentlemen
Of course, him again. With more good news no doubt. She sat up slowly and stretched, but stopped when she heard Hayleys name for the second time in as many days. Her mind was just beginning to try and figure out the likelihood of two accidental kills when she heard the name Simon Fletcher.
Simon. Simons dead. No. Why is he dead? He cant be dead. Simon.
They were both in Alexs house. She was uncomfortable and she was wearing that stupid yellow dress but he was so sweet and he was so nice. He seemed to be uncomfortable just like her. Immediately, she liked him.
"You're in my English class. We're both not big talkers in that class. But you seem like a nice guy....."
Dont worry, it's fine. Youre right about me not being a huge talker; I barely know much about some of the people in my class. That dress looks nice on you.
Her vision got blurry. She tried to distract herself by digging her nails into her palms but it wasnt working this time.
Its not mine. I mean, thanks.
She was awkward, but he didnt mind. She smiled at him and he smiled at her.
The floodgates broke, she couldnt hold it back anymore and water splashed on her arm. Isabel pulled her knees towards her chest. Her hair fell forward and made a curtain that hid her face from the others. She tried to hold her breath, but the shuddering didnt stop. When she finally opened her mouth her lungs took a sharp breath all on their own. The exhale came out shaky. She tried to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand and pushed her hair back. Isabel heard Dave get up and stood up as well, seeing as it was his intention to get moving. She sniffed and the tears started coming down again.
"Where the fuck are we headed?"
I dont care, she said, trying yet again and this time failing terribly to keep her voice even. Do whatever you want. You do anyway. I dont care anymore.
And with that, she walked.
((Isabel Guerra continued in Faraday's Cages