A Message to Scott Cawthon: Reimagined

Chapter Six

The fresh air seemed to help Lewis focus a little bit more, just as it had earlier. Ryan quietly asked him if everything was okay, but Lewis didn't know how to reply. Everything that had happened when he had got into the toilet seemed like a dream, parts of his memory missing while other parts seemed to be clouded over and hard to distinguish. He leant back into the golf kart's seat with a huff and shook his head.

"I'm so sorry," he said softly. "I've completely ruined today."

"How were you to know what would happen?" and "This isn't your fault!" were a few of the responses he got but he wasn't listening. It was his fault. It was his fault. The kart rolled up beside 602 Apple Wood and came to a stop. The driver asked if they would require anything else for tonight, but one of the men simply replied that they would be okay before thanking him.

It was around eight o'clock when the group got back into the cabin. The Sun was settling just over the horizon, casting a range of pinks and oranges into the darkening sky. The ground was covered in long shadows that shivered in the evening breeze. The group were still trying to convince Lewis that he wasn't to blame but it was to no avail. Eventually, they tried to convince their younger friend to have an early night. Their arguments went on for twenty minutes before he finally gave in.

So, he muttered good night to his friends, feeling terrible about how bad the day had turned out, and walked up the stairs solemnly. His friends watched him go and looked at each other, unsure what to say or do. No one wanted to outright say it, but they were going to have a terrible holiday if Lewis was sick. It was a roller coaster theme park. The only attractions you could go on were practically designed to make you motion sick. If Lewis didn't feel well, this place wasn't going to help him. With nothing better to do, everyone else decided to go to bed early as well. The final lights went off at around nine o'clock.

Will laid on his bed, thinking about everything that had happened. Their younger friend was car sick and yet not motion sick on roller coasters. He needed to eat and yet he couldn't hold down food. He was tired and yet refused to sleep but had fallen asleep in the hot tub and nearly drowned. The musician began to contemplate whether it was a good idea to take Lewis to a doctors or hospital to get checked out. Would Lewis actually go to the hospital though? At the end of the day, Baz was the only one with a car. Unless they went in an ambulance... what the f***, Will? Don't think that! It was a long time before he actually got to sleep.

Whereas Will was trying to remember, Baz was trying to forget. He knew that Lewis was just upstairs in his room, perfectly fine. Well, sort of fine. But every time he closed his eyes, he would see him under the water; white as a ghost, eyes closed, arms swaying limply in the current of the jets. It was a long time before he actually got to sleep.

Rhys couldn't help but wonder if his youngest friend passing out in the hot tub was linked to him being sick. Was he not telling them something? Was there something badly wrong? No, it had to just be one of those days. Coincidences don't make evidence, Rhys. It was just a coincidence. It was a long time before he actually got to sleep.

Ryan could hear Lewis snoring next door; their rooms were only separated by a thin wall. He listened for a while, not really wanting to sleep. He still felt guilty for being cautious around his friend. That whole thing with his wrist? Lewis was tired and hungry; he probably wasn't completely aware of what he was doing. Does he need a doctor though? The simplest explanation was motion sickness, but if it was that, how would Lewis have been okay on the rides but not in the car? Mabey he's a bit claustrophobic like me? The tight space made him feel sick? That made more sense, but then why be sick in the restaurant? He ate too fast on an empty stomach; his body couldn't handle it. But he had barely eaten anything...