Vestige | The Society

Three | Alone

**Trigger Warning - this book does contain mentions of suicide, self-harm and abuse. If you are sensitive to any of these subjects please do not read on or read with caution as I will not be putting TW at the start of each chapter like I did in Glory and Gore.**

"Okay, who decided we needed a flash mob," Grizz asked as they all walked over. The jocks and Alex all made their way to the group, wondering what was going on?

"I did,"

"What the fuck, Cassandra?" Grizz asked, earning himself a slap on the chest from Alex. She had her arms folded, scratching at them.

"Better than 200 people sending texts. Has anyone been able to reach anyone?" Cassandra asked. Everyone shook their heads. Andrea swallowed the thick lump in her throat, hoping that she was actually still asleep on the bus. She wished. She knew, that in reality, they were awake. "No-one? Okay," Grizz noticed Alexandrea and grabbed one of her hands, stopping her from scratching at her arms. 

"What's going on?" She asked herself, trying to think of a logical explanation. There had to be. There always was. The world was run off logic, not magic.

"Well, there's... There's... definitely a simple explanation," Alex nodded her head in response. She agreed with Cassandra, there was always a reason for this to happen. To Alex, things such as fate and destiny didn't exist. They were fiction.

"Like what?" Jason asked.

"Um... They were evacuated. After we left. And there was a miscommunication, and we were brought here by mistake," Alex nodded along with what she was saying. The only thing that nagged at her mind was the phones and how they had no service. Why would the service be out?

"Someone would still answer a phone," Kelly added. 

"Maybe they're asleep,"  Cassandra tried to reason. There seemed to be a lot of loose ends that no one could tie up. "I don't know, maybe there's someplace with no reception. They're in a shelter with... with no reception or something. In the morning, someone will answer a phone." 

"This is all bullshit," Clark mumbled. Alex gave him a sharp glare, making him swallow the lump in his throat.

"I don't see you magically making sense of all this," She snapped at him. Grizz tried to keep the grin off his face but failed. He pulled Alex close to him.

"Good job," He whispered in her ear. She chuckled slightly, and turned back to the conversation, not knowing what they had just talked about.

"We'll figure this all out in the morning. Right now, we should just... uh, go home. Yeah, we should go home. And anyone who doesn't want to be alone can come back to our house," Alex turned to Grizz, letting out a sigh. She hated how quiet everything was. It was almost like a predator waiting to catch its prey. 

"Can we go?" She asked. Her eyes flickered everywhere, hoping for some person to peak around the corner. To see her father stumbling around the corner with a can of beer in his hand. But she saw nothing. Just the eerie darkness.

"Yeah, sure, let's go home and get some sleep," He said goodbye to everyone before they both walked towards his house. he gave her his jersey, noticing how her teeth were chattering and her arms were shaking next to her. 

"Thank you," he wrapped the jacket around her shoulders and then grabbed her hand again. She loved the physical feeling of someone being there. Not sexually. For her having the physical confirmation that someone was there helped to calm her down.  They walked down the streets, looking for a sign of anyone, and discovered nothing but empty houses.

They got in the house and Alex walked over to the fire, lighting it up and enjoying the warmth. "They're having a party at the church, if you want to go,"

"You go, I don't want to be there when Helena finds out," 

"She is terrifying sometimes,"

"Especially when it comes to her religion and the church," They both sat laughing with each other. The warmth of the fireplace having seeped through their heads. "you go and have fun, and try and see if there are any guys who peak your interest," Grizz rolled his eyes at her, but couldn't get the grin off his face. She was the only person he had told. Obviously, she would tease him about it now and again.

"Okay. Call me if you need me,"

"Will do," She handed him his jersey back and he left to go to the party, leaving her on her own. She made her way upstairs and pulled out the small journal. She opened the first page and stared at the photograph that was stuck to the page. Her eyes burned with salty tears as she looked at it, running her finger over the face. 

with a sob she put the book down and pulled out a lighter, feeling the pain as the fire burnt her skin.