When a beaten and lost, near-dead girl walks up upon the gates of Jackson unannounced, people are bound to be suspicious of why she's shown up. But, when she reveals that she knows something about an organization in Seattle planning to come to Jacks...
"No-one likes a mad woman; you made her like that."
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CHAPTER FOUR Nightmares
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"This is it." Ellie sighed, closing the door to her small home in Jackson. She moved out from Joel's house a while ago, but she still hadn't completely moved into her own house. A few boxes were still strewn around the living room, packed with space books and old music CDs. It was a small house- only one floor and bedroom- but it worked.
Willow looked around, the messy space seeming like heaven to her. She hadn't slept in a house for a long time, it was quite foreign to her. She took off her shoes, letting her sock-clad feet accept the warm, fuzzy carpet on the wooden flooring. "This is a nice house." She exclaimed, looking around. There was something on each wall, whether it was children's paintings, a polaroid, or proper art, there was always something covering the wallpaper.
Ellie shrugged. "It's enough for one person." She softly smiled, looking over to the living room. She still didn't have a couch, which would be an issue. "Are you okay with sleeping on the floor?" Ellie asked, turning back over to Willow.
The younger teenager nodded, scratching at the small stitches healing on her cheek. "I'm used to it, I'll be fine." She replied. Ellie smiled in reply, disappearing through one of the corridors in her house.
Willow took the time to explore around the small home. She started in the kitchen, scanning over all of the granite countertops. As with the other rooms, it was quite small. It had a tiny island in the middle, with the rest of the cabinets pressed up against the wall. A bit of afternoon light shone through the closed drapes, creating an almost foggy atmosphere.
There was a photo frame, tipped downwards on the counter. Curiously, Willow pulled it up, looking at the photo. It was an older man- maybe in his fifties- hugging Ellie. She looked quite a bit younger than she did, and Willow could only wonder why she had the photo facing downwards. A Firefly pendant was placed next to it, the words Anna Williams engraved on it.
Not wanting to dig too much, Willow placed the photo and pendant back down on the counter where it was before. Ellie hadn't come out of the hallway yet, so she walked over to the living room and looked at the photo frames littering the walls.
One was her and another boy, they were playing in the snow. Another was him and her again, but in a bigger group of people. They all seemed the same age. One girl had black hair, pulled into a ponytail and covered in the white dust. Ellie was there, and another girl with tattoos covering every inch of her skin.
Ellie finally emerged from the corridor, holding an old, run-down mattress in her arms. She put it down, pushing the coffee table to the side of the wall and replacing it with the mattress. "That'll work." She sighed, looking over to Willow. She had been looking over some of the vintage CDs that were lined up on her television console table.
