Blend (on hold)

chapter seven- let the punches fly

I was right, Margret was hiding in the bathroom, and yes, she did want time and space, even after she came out. She ate her food in silence and then went and hid somewhere again.  I tried to talk to her a little bit but she refused to answer anything I asked her or talked to her about. She kept giving Danni evil glares and I made sure that Danni didn’t say anything to Margret just in case she flips again. So we sat in almost complete silence, with the exception of the couple of times I attempted to get Margret to speak.

            Danni let Cooper be on duty for the first time tonight. He was pretty excited, and he wasn't trying to show it, I think because he thinks he would have been too embarrassed. I think that because Cooper can kind of shoot now, Danni wanted to see how he would do on duty for the night. I hate being on duty. It absolutely sucks. You get tired and groggy and you can’t pay attention most of the time. It is basically like going a night without sleep, after being awake all day before. It is pretty darn hard not to fall asleep the majority of the time. I’ve only fallen asleep on duty once before, I think it’s only once, but anyways, I forget where we were, I think we were in a cave of some sort. I had gone out to get food and water that same day, and I was exhausted. It took forever to find anything (food or water), and it was super hot outside. The sun not only drained my energy, but I walked around eight miles. Just to my luck, that same night happened to be my duty night.

            I almost laugh at the memory of Danni yelling at me the day after. She threatened never to put me on duty ever again, and I just shrugged it off, I hated being on duty anyways. Danni didn’t say mad for long, and figured that she probably would have fallen asleep too.

Margret loves being on duty. I don’t know why or how. She begs most nights, and I feel bad for her. She’s not very good at shooting, nor is she good at staying up late. She loves her sleep, so Danni takes her off the rotation most of the time.  It’s really funny when Danni tells her that she can be on duty. Her face scrunches up and she starts jumping around. She acts like a total three year old, even though she is around fifteen.  We always laugh, and she never really seems to care.

I sigh in the darkness. I hate seeing Margret upset. I hate seeing anybody upset really. It makes me upset to see them upset. Margret is my friend, and she is normally a super lively person, and such a fun person to be around. I roll over in my bed. I wonder if Margret is in the bathroom again. She could have left for all I know. She could be watching us right now, or she could be out in the wilderness, crying. Maybe she is happy wherever she is, but I highly doubt that.

I look up at Cooper. He looks normal. He is holding the gun and scanning the area, the sign of nervousness that we all have at first.

I eventually close my eyes, and try to let sleep come to me. It takes a while, but eventually, I drift off.

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I’m running. Running faster than I ever have before. The ground is wet, but not from rain, but from blood. I force my legs to move me faster, and they protest and scream. I eventually feel my knees go weak, and I fall down. Arms made of blood start clawing at my legs, cutting me, scratching me. I scream and feel my vocal cords strain under the tightness. I try to pull out of the arms, but they just claw at me harder. My own blood is pouring out of me and I feel I will loose too much. My head has already started spinning, and my vision is blurring. I put my hands to the ground, and new arms appear, grabbing at my wrists and elbows. I scream again, but I know nobody will hear me. I am alone. So very alone. I start crying and drowning in blood. I try it move or push my way out, but nothing works. Something is holding me down, keeping me away from happiness and peace. I feel trapped in a sea of darkness and death. I can’t breath now, and my lungs burn with the loss of air. I try to breath but suck in a mouthful of blood. I gag and cough, but end up sucking in more blood than before. My body slowly starts going limp, I know I’m dying but I don’t want to give in to that fact. I know what comes next, and I don’t want to see it, I don’t want to feel -----------