Cool Kids Don't Dance

Nine

Aye there guys, you're really going for it. You really are reading this. That's SO cool. Welp, here's the top songs I listened to while writing this, if you'd like to listen to them while reading. I think it improves the mood. But I'm weird so.... do whatever mayn

*Pretty Pimping by Kurt Vile

*Infinity by AJR

*Claustrophobe by Laura Stevenson

*Hell by Jim Adkins

*Helter Skelter by The Beatles

Louise felt her stomach harden and goosebumps stand up across her whole body.

They referred to the man on the television as "Mr. Adams." Could it be...

Louise brought herself to look down at Busty who was writing out forms. Louise scrunched her back and slid down in the chair to get view of her name tag.

"Adams" Louise mumbled under her breath.

"Yes Miss.. Henderson?" peered up at her with fake sympathy. 

"I just realized, I forgot to feed my... "Louise glanced around the room before her eyes fell onto a poster of a cat on the back of Adams' computer monitor. "I forgot to feed my cat." Louise hated the waver in her voice but it was close enough.

"Well, we still have to get a description of your mother for us to be able to find her." Adams looked annoyed with her sudden departure but she couldn't stay here.

Louise grappled her wallet from her back pocket and took out a folded picture of Anna. She unfolded the picture and gazed into her comforting honey eyes. 

I WILL find you Mommy, Louise thought as she handed the crumpled paper to Adams, probably the only person on this Earth Louise had hurt more than Anna... and Griffin for that matter.

"This will work." Adams said as she flattened the paper onto her desk and began to try and smooth it out with her palms. "We will keep updated with anything we find out."

Louise took that as her queue to leave and bolted from the police station. 

But now comes the hard part, Louise pondered, the waiting.

Louise wondered if she should stop by the crime scene.. correction, her crime scene, to see how the investigation was going and if the police had any suspects. But she figured it would be too risky, her interest with someone who she hated would bring suspicion to her person. But this got her thinking even more. 

The fight.

At least thirty kids had witnessed it, so that was thirty kids who would rat her out and inevitably get her sent to prison.

She had the motive, but did anyone know what her "other side" was like. Did anyone other than Anna truly know Louise was capable of?  Better yet, did Louise even know what she was capable of?

As soon as Louise sprinted in the door she locked it, what if it was someone else and they're fucking with me? she quickly searched the perimeter walls of the house for any unlocked openings from which someone could enter. Once she was assured that the only one who could enter the house was either her or Anna-- if she had a key. 

Exhausted with her recent exertion, Louise plopped down onto the couch, and pulled her knees up to her chest. She laid so still, Louise felt like her skin was melting into the fabric. 

What is going on?

Sure, Louise had gotten into trouble with Anna for waking up in odd places, but the dreams that coupled with these wanderings never actually happened. Right?