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Alissa wasn't a huge fan of crowds, or people really. She liked to keep to herself. It was always like that. She had no trouble when it was like that. Then she met Frieda, who was just like her. She wasn't a fan of big crowds, or people, she liked to keep to herself too. That's what made them so good together. They were two introverts who could sit in silence together and be perfectly okay with that.
And then came Carol Denning, an extrovert. She kind of in a way, completed the group. It didn't make much sense, but she did. Her loud, sassy, extra self, complimented the two girls. She was younger than the two and much more outgoing. She made the group fun. And Alissa certainly wasn't complaining. She quite liked the Burt Reynolds obsessed girl.
But she didn't like her sister. Barbara Denning. Gosh was she the worst. She insulted Alissa at any chance she got and everytime they crossed paths, she pretended they never met. It really annoyed the girl. Sometimes she wanted to punch Barbara right in her face, but she never like resorting to violence. Anytime she even did anything remotely violent, she got flashes of her past, ones where she helped bury a body with her ex boyfriend Tate. The others focused solely on her parents, remembering the late nights she would hear screaming coming from the basement of their house. So she didn't resort to violence unless necessary.
Even seeing violent things occur, she hated watching it. She got reminded of the times she would sneak into the basement when her parents were sleeping, her soft innocent eyes flickering over the blood stained wood, hearing muffled voices coming from a wooden coffin. Sometimes she would even see them hung up on a torture wheel. And she couldn't do anything about it. She was little, way too young to understand. Even when she got older, she didn't say anything. She loved her parent despite. They took care of her, and loved her. She couldn't lose that.
Which is why she almost never was around Carol and Barbara at the same time. Carol and Barb constantly got into fights, it was exhausting. You'd think sister's fighting was normal. But the way they fought could only pull Alissa into a trance of pure violence and torture. And she hated seeing that. I mean, who would? Frieda knew these things about Alissa, having once seen the girl zone out during a fight in lunch. So Alissa told her everything. And that's when Frieda vowed to protect the girl from seeing those horrid images.
