CHAPTER THREE
‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ 3 ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙( my name is dark by grimes )
THE LIGHTHOUSE REEKED. Not enough for Darcy to feel compelled to plug her nose, but enough to notice. It was that smell of mothballs, similar to her house, but stronger from the humid air around her.She held her phone flashlight out in front of her, dust flying by as she took each step. The van was parked too far away now, it's headlights didn't aid her much in getting around the dark building.
It was a strange feeling, entrusting your surroundings enough to walk through the dark alone. She wasn't sure why she wasn't more afraid, if anything, the darkness felt like a sort of blanket to keep her calm, like if it were easier to see- it'd be all the more scary.
She tilted her head upwards, bringing her flashlight with her, above her was the spiral staircase to the top, and beside her was an open door to another room.
Looking around, things were still enclosed in their glass cases, little signs next to them detailing what it was, and where they found it. They must've not been that important as they'd just left everything here.
It was then when her own shadow startled her, but not so much the fact that it was her own shadow, but because it sprang up out of nowhere, the result of someone else's flashlight on her.
She didn't process it quite at first, but jumped, slapping a hand to her mouth when she heard her name.
"Darcy?" They spoke, she turned her wide eyes to see Sloane in the doorway to the other room. "What are you doing here?"
Darcy's heart was thudding, mostly because she couldn't tell who it was at first because of their light in her eyes. She spoke, her hand now on her chest as she heaved out a sharp breath. "God, Sloane-" she let out a small laugh. "You scared me. What are you..." she realized she was asking her the same question she asked first.
"I was just-" And Sloane realizes it was a strange question for either of them to answer. "I was just leaving," she put her head down low, as she began to head past Darcy and towards the door out.
"No- no don't leave." Darcy says, turning around as Sloane swept past her. She wasn't sure if she was saying it out of kindness, or because she didn't want to be here alone anymore. "I got dared." She scoffed, knowing it sounded stupid. "By Cameron and Lucas. Ae you..." She started to ask Sloane if she was okay.
She clenched her jaw, looking around everywhere but Darcy's eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I was just- everyone started like- yelling at me, so I kind just wanted to come somewhere that would be empty." She shrugged. "Not sure why I came to this conclusion," she makes a joke, gesturing around to the building they were in, and squirming a bit at the sight.
Darcy nodded, smiling faintly. "Did you know about the-"
"The curfew?" Sloane shook her head. "No."
Darcy nods again, inhaling deeply, that familiar but fetid stench. The conversation fell quiet, Sloane never really was much of a talker.
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Under The Violet Moon , original
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