Cassie Merrill
Day 3 with journals
So last night was a nightmare, 'will' as he insists we call him is trying to make us feel bad for him. I do feel bad about the things I said, looking back on it now, saying he should be left behind to die was over the line, but that doesn't mean theres a chance in hell that i'm ever going to forgive him. Things suck.
Anyway, today I woke up, and ate yesterday's waffles (they were super good, did I mention I love waffles?) and waited around for everyone else to awaken. I woke up so early that I had time to waste, so I decided to not actually waste it for once! I grabbed a map of the city from my survival backpack, and studied it thoroughly. I came up with the plan to keep moving on the spot, but you have to admit, it's a pretty good plan... I looked at the map for almost half an hour, then began to plot the route. That's when Will woke up.
"Good morning, rapunzel" He grinned, his stubble seeming to smile with him.
"Oh, so i'm not wicked witch anymore?" I sighed, not even looking up from my map. Like I said, no way am I gonna forgive this guy.
"Nah, I thought it would be kind of wrong to call the girl that I put into a coma wicked" He laughed, as if putting me into a coma was an everyday activity. ugh.
"There's food in the fridge" I advised, trying to be courteous. "Oh, and we'll get you some real clothes later" I recommended, looking at his torn up, sweat soaked, shirt and jeans.
"What's so wrong with these" He grinned, good naturedly. Wow this man was hard to hate
"They're pretty much rags" I sighed, and he burst into laughter as if it was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard. Every time I almost started to like the guy, I reminded myself of everything Will has taken from me. All the lives he has effected. I remembered the sound of Isa sobbing as Daddy told her we might not be coming back. I went back to plotting the route.
"Whatcha got there?" Denny's dad asked, curious. He really has no right to be curious about anything to do with me, but I thought I would entertain him in order to stay civil.
"This" I explained, pointing to the yellow highlighted route snaking through the city map "Is where we're going next. I figure, why not keep moving, it's how we found you, so I think it's worth the chance that there's someone else out there."
"Smart" he responded, not even seeming sarcastic. I was trying to find something to hate about him, really really trying. Then he made it easy. He started shiting on his feet uncomfortably "Got any booze?" he asked.
"Um, NO, YOU THINK AFTER EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE TO US I'M GOING TO LET YOU ANYWHERE NEAR THAT STUFF?! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?"
"I just... this is too much... I need some whiskey, lass, just please find me some DAMN ALCOHOL..." he demanded, starting to get mad. He had seemed so placid, just moments earlier. He started tearing open cabinets, then slamming them shut when they had nothing of use. I was getting kind of scared. I backed away as calmly as I could, I don't think he even noticed, and I made my way to Denny's room
"DENNY" I yelled, before I could remember to keep my voice down, "your dad's going crazy out there, he's ripping through cabinets like theres no tomorrow, he's looking for alcohol and I don't know if there is any in this house, and-and I need your help denny, I'm scared" Denny sprang out of bed, and ran through to the kitchen
"DAD" He yelled "WHAT ARE YOU DOING" and Will froze mid cabinet-slam.
"Son, I-I"
"DAD, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU." Denny interjected "THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID, LITERALLY LAST NIGHT."
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Falling Awake
General Fiction// THIS WAS WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO AND IS GENUINELY AWFUL - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK// Jordyn Merrill, a fifteen-year-old girl with five younger sisters, is still recovering from her mother's tragic death, and being forced into the responsibility of l...
