While her sanity is clogged up by relationships of the past, Mary Angela's subconscious settles on the fence. However daily she seems to lean towards insanity since she is left alone in a cabin of doom and woe.
Her eyes brighten for a moment on hear...
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” George said while he paced on brown shrubs sprinkled by the warmth of red liquid.
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here? You shouldn’t be here…Were you following us and if so, why?” George asked the bleeding victim he hit earlier.
The victim bit her lips so hard, they tore apart and gave way to pink tissues beneath. She placed both palms over a deep cut on her left calf and rolled on the forest ground like a wiggling wolf cub caught in a trap.
George took a quick glance at his father.
Richard remained in the same spot as before.
He moved his eyes to Todd and then back to the victim behind the oak tree. George squatted next to her and in a gentle whisper he tried his best to comfort her, though his attempts of relief were filled with queries.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. If I knew it was you, obviously I wouldn’t…but how was I supposed to know? You should be back at the house right now, not tailing us. You might have a reason but even if you did, you should’ve discussed it with Todd and I. I’m just ruining the apology aren’t I? I’m such a coward. I should’ve never closed my eyes and swung the axe around like that. I’m such an idiot!”
“It alright George. It’s just a cut. It could’ve been worse, but thankfully you stopped swinging the axe at the right time. Sure, it’s not your fault. Anyone in their right minds would close their eyes and swing an axe around at the sound of a broken twig.”
Mary the victim said with sarcasm her voice.
George tried his best not to smile at the situation but he could not hold back. It was the first time Mary uttered more than ten words to him in Todd’s absence.
“Why the hell are you smiling? Does my pain amuse you? I guess swinging an axe around like that was fun wasn’t it?” Mary asked, suffused in pain.
Years alone in the woods had thought her to speak the entirety of her heart whenever she was hurt by thorns, stung by bees or bruised by a fall. It was a first-aid to her wounds. Talking caused her to forget the depth of the pain temporarily but the memory of their existence remained in scars.
The new cut on her skin stung at every ligament. Flesh burnt and muscles ached. It was not the first tear on her pale complexioned skin. She was sure it would not be the last.
“Hey, I said I was sorry.”
“It was an axe George! A freaking axe and you swung it around like a bat!!” Mary’s voice echoed in the forest for a second.
Richard turned and so did Todd.
George placed his hands over Mary’s mouth.
“Shh…You shouldn’t be so loud. I figure the only reason you were hiding all this time is because of my dad. If you’re too loud, he’ll find you out and your journey here would be pointless . Is that what you want?”
Mary’s breath grew calm after a while and George took his palm off her mouth.
“I’m sorry.” Mary whispered.
George ripped off a piece of clothing from his T-shirt and wrapped it firmly but carefully around the cut on Mary’s calf.
“That should stop the bleeding for now. When I get hold of the backpack, I’ll clean up the wound properly…I’m sure there’s a first-aid kit in there but I’ve got to get dad out of here first. You stay put. I’ll be back.” He said and ran back to Todd.
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