//Sorry, sorry, I'm not dead. And this is stupidly long.
Karlie gasped as the sticky liquid hit her for the second time that day, leaving her arm impregnated with its freshness, slowly descending through it and landing in the ground beneath her in mocking drops. The strong smell of paint surrounded the humid air around them, making everything dizzy in the darkness of the shed, but that didn't mattered at the moment. No. The girl who had the arm raised in the hair, the girl who had just thrown her a can of paint, that was what mattered.
Karlie growled, forgetting the fact that she was drenched in paint and mud, and grabbed the closest paint shotgun, one properly secured in an old shelving at her side. The shed was full with equipment of various games, and a quick glance was all it took for Karlie to recognize all the paintball guns and equipment.
Good. It was charged.
"Karlie, don't" The quivering voice begged, blue scared eyes looking back at her, a half empty can of red paint rumbled annoyingly loud in the silence. Neither of them seemed to notice.
"You made me do this" The words were filled with resentment and poison, it didn't seem her voice at all, it sounded strange.
"Karlie, please-"
"No, don't Karlie me" A step forward. The weapon in her hands didn't waver when she aimed. It didn't matter anymore that it was Taylor in front of her. No. It didn't matter at all.
This was, as you see, kinda a situation. Yeah. But let's rewind; it all started a week ago. The reason why Karlie was standing in front of a frightened Taylor with a shotgun in her hands, in a desolate shed in the middle of the woods. But neither Taylor was a victim, nor Karlie was a psychopath, no, it was more the other way around.
But as I said, let's start at the beginning.
Tuesday, June 23th, one day after the tournament, Karlie was still sore and with reduced mobility, so Lily, as the good monitor she was, ordered her to take the week off. That meant no trainings, no endless hours in the team base, no nothing. She was bored to the bones, moreover, considering that her friends were all in their respective teams and she had no other option but stay in the cabin. Even Selena and Martha were doing other activities she wasn't allowed to do just yet. Why couldn't she just do photography like them? Ridiculous. She was completely alone.
Karlie started reading the few books she brought with her, but they were not enough distraction from the loneliness of the room. It was strange being completely alone, in her house she always had her sisters, and in the camp her friends. She didn't know what to do with herself, and the thought of a certain blonde was always plaguing her mind.
Karlie sighed, shaking her head. No, she wasn't going to think about that now.
Yeah, that may be the main reason of why she couldn't focus on whatever Patrick Rothfuss was trying to say with his words on a paper. Well, fuck off Kvothe and his traumas, I'm going out to take a walk.
As she exited the cabin and walked towards the lake and its dock, Karlie let her head waver over the past week, the air wasn't as heavy as the central hours of the day, and a soft breeze made the trees sing an unspoken song, it was relaxing. Lunchtime was long past, and Karlie was waiting anxiously for the trumpets to sound and announce dinner, just to see Taylor again. She was so whipped it was disgusting, never in her life had she felt like this, just seeing her made her stomach do strange twist and an anthill took over her limbs.
