Is this Rare?

Chapter 14

A thick shard of glass sits on top my flat open palm as I wonder out loud, "What the--? Where in the heck--? Where did this come from? And why is it way down here in my sleeping bag? There are no windows at all in this house! I mean, come on?! Seriously?"

Quickly, I jerk my arm up and toss the rectangular shaped shard behind me and over my shoulder. I can here the sound of the impact when it hits the floor. I'm still sitting, well laying, on the couch. I still don't have my phone. It's not anywhere on the couch and I try to move around when, OUCH! I've forgotten all about my ankle. The one I badly twisted before Jennifer had left me inside our cabin alone, while she was in search of our friends. When I try moving, an itching, searing, burning pain runs up my leg and through my thigh. So, I decide that the best idea for me at the moment would be for me not move off this couch. I just look around the room for my phone. It's not near this couch or on top of my suitcase.

There is a table placed at the end of the couch and there's something on top of it. My phone and something else. A small dagger: decorated with swirls and flounces. I can't explain it. I'm speechless. I begin to panic. I can feel my chest tightening as the panic rises inside me. Then, I tell myself, "Calm down, Chelsea. Everything will turn out ok. You're just imagining things."

I reach for my phone, being very careful not to touch the knife. It might have been placed there to get my fingerprints or something. I don't know. Honestly, Jennifer would most likely know what it's there for, or I'm sure she'd at least have an idea. I just leave it there.

Next, I try to turn on my phone. First, I notice that one corner of my phone is shattered. Like someone dropped it one its corner. I try to ignore it for now, cracks have always bugged me. Always. I'll have to get it fixed when I go back home. Next, I press in the power button and give it a minute to warm up. Unfortunately, the screen stays black. I try again. Still black. Then, begin the impatient person that I am, I constantly push the power button over and over. Eventually, I result to repetitively banging my phone on the edge of the couch over, over, and over! Still black. Nothing. In extreme frustration, I just toss it over my shoulder and hear it bang on the floor across the room.

Then, thinking that I might need to get up and stretch out, I slowly take my injured leg out of the sleeping bag and get on to my hands and knees. The next thing I know, I am crawling over to my phone. I grab it and replace it carefully on the table next to that knife.

I begin crawling over to the snack bag next because I'm extremely hungry as always and it doesn't help that I haven't eaten since breakfast. Then, I suddenly remember the events from earlier. First swimming and hiking. Then exploring. Exploring that cabin. Meeting the girl. Andrea. She tried to kill me. Jennifer saved me. We came back. The other where gone and had apparently never got back to the cabin. Jennifer left. Now, I'm all alone. At these memories, I literally break down and flood the living room floor in my salty tears. Eventually, I begin calming myself down.

"What time is it?" I ask myself out loud. Having no way to tell, I guess that it's nearly two in the morning. I grab some snacks. Slowly and painfully make my way back to the couch and try to sleep for the remainder of the night, if that's even possible. I eat a quick snack of Oreos. I throw the trash on the floor, roll over, close my eyes, and try fall back to sleep because I made a plan. If Jennifer isn't back with Ann and Maggie within 24 hours, I am going to find them. So, I will need all the strength I can get. But insomnia has set in and sleep in completely impossible. My brain and overactive imagination won't shut down.

For the next two hours, I lay on the couch with my eyes wide open. My brain and thoughts running wild. But, eventually fatigue overcomes my eyelids and the close. Then, finally, sleep comes.