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( black out days by phantogram ) THERE WAS A PART OF KAIA that blamed herself. She didn't think this would be the outcome of letting Darcy go into that lighthouse, but she knew deep down it was never a good idea.
She knew Darcy was stubborn, and no matter how hard she could've tried Darcy had decided she'd go in there. And there really was no getting past that.
What Kaia should've done several hours ago was understand that this wasn't her problem to solve. Darcy didn't care, so she shouldn't either. But she felt like someone needed to. Someone needed to make sure this was safe, to make sure that there wasn't a bigger reason behind all of this.
She'd spent the day at the library, pulling any and all books about the massacre she could find. She'd already scoured the internet, there was nothing new to find there. She'd learned the names of the four witches.
Sarah, Ruth, Hannah and Maggie.
She'd learned they were only a few years older than her and Darcy. All twenty, except for Ruth, who was twenty one.
She'd learned they were all hanged after the massacre by the only people left alive. She couldn't find their names anywhere, or anything about them. All she knew is that there was a group of men left alive to punish them for their crimes. And they were the only one's left to tell the story.
She'd texted Darcy a few times, telling her the new things she found out, but never got a response.
Dakota knocks on her bedroom door and peaks his head inside, and Kaia takes off her headphones, clicking pause on the video she was watching on it.
"What are you doing?" He asks, looking to her and then to the mess of books, and crumbled up papers around her.
"I'm doing the summer assignment for Mr. Hildorf's class." She says, impressed with how quickly she came up with that.
"Shit." Dakota says. "I forgot we had to do that."
She still held the headphone off of her ear. "What do you need?" She asks.
He glances down the hall and back to her. "I guess you didn't hear." He says, his mood shifting slightly.
She narrows her eyebrows. "Hear what?"
"Dad just got called down to Tobias Palmer's house." He says. "Apparently it's bad."
Kaia sat up, taking her headphones fully off. "How bad?" She asks.
Tobias Palmer was an older man. She'd been to his house once when she was younger. He had a big pond in his backyard that her dad took her fishing in once. He lived on a big plot of land, similar to her own house, but by himself.
