They say every cloud has a silver lining. Cliché, I know. But, with twenty-year-old psychology student - Meliora Simmons, the clouds only appear to turn a darker shade of gray with no evidence of a bright side. Nightmares haunt her since her childho...
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❰ Meliora ❱
"I still think this is a terrible idea," Ethan stated as he pulled a shirt over his head.
It was eight in the evening and Ethan had a bar-tending job at a local pub - one that he so desperately wanted to opt out of today. For obvious reasons, he wasn't too convinced with our idea of visiting Forestport tonight. I couldn't blame him since I wasn't too sure of my plans either.
Watching the news this evening, I had heard of a search party lead by the police and a possible shoot-at-sight order given to the huntsmen since the animal had already killed three people so far. Taking that into consideration, Casey and I planned to visit later at night so we could avoid any of the officials. Getting caught would entail at least a line of questionnaire if not more, and that was exactly what we were trying to avoid.
"Don't worry, I'll keep you updated," I assured him, a faint smile gracing my lips.
He did have a valid reason to worry since none of us had a clue about what we were doing, especially me. All I had figured so far was that we could find the crime scene (if you could even call it one) by finding the yellow tapes, and even that seemed dicey to me at this point. All I wanted was an assurance that I hadn't killed the boy.
With a brief sigh, Ethan nodded his head in acknowledgement and gave me a side hug before heading out the door. After watching him drive away, I messaged Casey to come over while I prepared a mini bag that contained the basics of what you'd need for a late night walk - flashlight, a bottle of water for hydration, a jacket in case the temperature dropped, and pepper spray. Okay, maybe not a late night walk. Nevertheless, I carried it with me along with the compass I stole from Ethan's drawer. I had also made sure my phone was on hundred percent battery so it couldn't die.
As soon as the clock hit Nine, Casey pulled up in front of the house in her jet black Rover and flashed her headlights as a signal for me to leave. Making sure I had what I needed, I locked the door behind me and rushed towards her car with my hands wrapped around my body; it was definitely colder outside.
We began our hour-long journey, both of us nervous. I could tell she was by looking at the way she gripped the steering wheel so tightly, focusing on the road, probably debating about the sanity of my plan. However, she did not utter a word against it. Casey hadn't even taken too long to agree to the plan even though she knew how dangerous it was. It wasn't easy heading into a densely forested area where a mysterious animal had already attacked three people, especially at night.
"What would you do if...you know, you were the one?" she asked with a strained voice. A frown settled on her forehead as if the question bothered her for too long.
