The Saturday game night had been a bust. It was expected too, but that did nothing to tone down Renee's guilt. She tried telling herself that there would be consequences if she had intervened to do anything; that the only way innocents won't get hurt is if she were to sit still and let the story take its course. But just because she understood it, it doesn't mean she had to like it. For real, though, who would like someone else's death on their hands. Imaginary or not, once Renee had conversed with them, they became normal people for her, not some character in the show, who act the lines they are being given on a piece of printed paper.
So, yes, Renee was feeling more than like a shit.
She had this dull, sinking sensation in her stomach as she stayed in the privacy of her own room that day. And before she knew it, the feeling of hopelessness that had been plaguing her ever since she heard the news of Brianna's death rolled over Renee once again.
Don't think about that, She thought to herself. This is all just a nightmare you never wanted. You will wake up one day and don't even remember you dreamed this in the first place.
The school had declared them holidays after Tanner's death, considering it would be dangerous for both the staff and students when animal attacks are going on this middle into the town. While Renee tried to keep her mind away from the happenings of the world around her by immersing herself in the art project their teacher gave her, Tyler chose to get his exhausted brain ground back into action.
Tomorrow morning he would be awoken by the alarm at five o'clock so he could come barging into Renee's room with a crazy idea in his mind.
"Renee," He hissed, shaking her awake, "Renee, wake up!"
But instead of waking up, the brunette just rolls over her stomach and nestles herself into the heap of pillows.
"Ri."
"Fuck off, Tyler," she says into her pillow, groggily, swatting off his arm and turning the other way.
"We are gonna be late for our trip, dude," He says, ceaseless in his annoying ways as ever. "Get up!"
"What trip?" asks Renee, looking at him with one eye squinted in the dark, now more confused than angry. No one mentioned anything about a road trip. When she doesn't even notice the sun rays scattering through the curtains of her room, she immediately asks, "And what time is it, six?"
