The Night Of Terror

Chapter Eight: Snowball Fight

• Jessica •

I couldn't help but feel my lips breaking. Skin poking up from my bottom lip as it bothers the top. My teeth occasionally grasing against it in frustration. Mike was supposed to be here already. Apparently he had to go back for something in the car. Causing him to take the trail car back down the hill.

The fur that coated around my hoodie quickly warmed up my neck as it layed on my upper back. The blue fabric was my favorite. The coldness sucked. Although having a rich daddy has gotten me a nice coat with fur on the inside, and other things. Though i still shivered in the icy cold air that blew past me. I mean seriously, out of all times to invite us up here, it has to be freezing cold?

I couldn't help but notice my phone beside me that was placed upon a book. 'Twilight'. It was always a favorite of mine. Based on a young girl named Bella who falls in love with a vampire. So, I decided to pass the time and try and read it. Reaching out to the item only to duck when a snow ball almost hits my head. The snowball just hits the station wall behind me, exploding into tiny bits and finally falling to the ground, mixing with the pile of snow behind the bench I sat on.

"Hey!" I yell. Only to see a familiar figure try to hide behind a tree. "Mike." I groan, but it comes out as a whine. I could hear him having a laughing fit. "Oh, you're on." I say as I bend down to a pile of snow on the porch. Piling a big ball of the cold substance in my hands. I really wish I wore gloves.

"Put your hands where I can see them. We got you surrounded!" Mike jokes. I decided to play along. "But who am I to retaliate?" I pull my arms up as I continue. "What choice do I, a supple young rebel girl have? But to surrender to the strapping military guard to take me into custody?" I ask with such a high pitched voice.

"I- well, I don't know. When you put it like that." Mike continues as he creeps to the floor. His hand reaching out for some snow. Only for two balls to hit him in the face. "Hey!" He yells as he shakes it off. His eyebrows holding a bit of the substance I had just thrown at him. "You're gonna pay, you know that?"

As I hid behind a bench I poke back up to see he's no where to be seen. "Mike?" I yell. Only for two strong hands to pull me backwards. His large figure pinning me to the snowy ground. "Scared?" He asks. I just hit him in the shoulder, causing him to wince dramatically. "Drama Queen." I tease.

"You do look quite good under me, I will say so myself." Mike teased. I just smile as I lean in close. Our. Lips hovering over each other, out breath as hot as fire against our skin. The temptations I have will have to be ignored, at least for now. As Mike was distracted I took this chance to grab some snow from beside my thigh and smush it into his face. The look of betrayal was funny, wish I could rewind. "You're gonna get it." He goans

"What am I gonna get?" I reply seductively. "I can think of a few things. But, you'll have to wait till later Ms. Jessica, the Snowball Queen." He teased.

• Dr. Hill - Session Two •

"Hello again. In our last session we established that you have a fear of things that are dead and undead. This time we're gonna try to understand the root of your anxiety." The light flickers on and his face was half a distance shadow. The eerie feeling shoke me to my core. Though the sense of fear I tend to favor.

"Here's a set of pictures and symbols I want you to pick from." He says as he pulls out a book and handed it to me. "I want you to identify which image in each set makes you the most anxious." Two drawings were displayed in the book, tapped in as if they were ripped out of something else.

A man and a woman. With each tone in their face I couldn't help but choose the woman. Her arms wrapped over her chest as she looks down upon me. She was disappointed. I don't like that.

"Interesting." He whispers. My eyes occasionally peeking up from the book. "Airplanes or crowds." He asks. I just responded with a shrug. "Point to the image that makes you more scared than the other." I point to the crowd. "Good." He says as he bites down in his lip. He was concentrating on what to write next in his book.

"Ah well, I'm afraid we've run out of time." He says a he looks back at his watch. "But, I promise we will talk again, very soon." He lingers before heading back to his spot near the window. The snow falling from the distant trees. I've always loved the snow, especially as a kid. It was truly a wonderful sight. Bright and clean.