InsaneJournal

In her mind, she really believes it all. And that can be dangerous.
Who: Trisha Jenners, David Anderson.
Where: The Tallies Camp/Beach
When: Saturday- September 25, 2004, Early in the morning, while it is still dark, around 2AM?



Trisha hadn’t been able to really sleep at all since the very first night. She had the pain in her head, which she was trying not to let on at how much pain she’d actually been getting, mostly because she didn’t want David to worry about it. The whole situation was awful and she maybe, at least in her own broken way, was having the worst time dealing. She’d not really broken out in fits, or anything even close to what most would conceder not dealing. But to watch her, at least those that’d know her, like her friend David, he’d be able to see the little clues at her difficulty. Mostly she was losing herself in her head, sitting for hours just staring and not responding to anything; or the muttering to herself, although to Trisha she was talking to somebody else.

Everybody was huddled around the fire, with the few blankets that’d been found with the recovered luggage. She’d taken to a place by herself near to the fire and not really away from the others, but by herself. She had been staring at the water, as she lay wrapped in a blanket trying to sleep. She’d drifted off a few times, but woken every time. The last time was because she swore she heard something.

Trisha stirred out of her just grasped sleep; at first she merely glanced around. But then she froze. What was that noise? She heard it clear as day. It sounded as the flapping of wings, and she panicked stumbling to her feet; the blanket falling to the sand. Her heart beat in her chest so hard. “Noo.” She wined, though the sound didn’t actually make it out her mouth. She looked around everyone was a sleep. How? How, was her biggest question? She wanted to run to the jungle, to hide under something. She knew he’d be able to smell her fear. She couldn’t help but fear that thing. She stood trembling for only god knows how long. Frozen, she didn’t know what to do. Tears stared streaming down her face. It was messing with her, playing it’s games. It’d ripped the plane out the sky and was now messing with her. As if taking her brother wasn’t enough. She’d known since waking up that it’d been responsible. Found her, and now people were dead and it was her fault, because it’d followed her.

Trisha wasn’t thinking like a rational person. And it didn’t matter that if it was thought about, none of that really could be true, much less the fact that it wasn’t. But she believed it with every bit of herself. And it scared and angered her utterly and completely. She didn’t hear it anymore; Trisha stared in all directions. She didn’t see anything. The beach wasn’t a safe place at all. She’d feel a bit better in the jungle, but then there she wouldn’t be able to see it if it ambushed her or anyone else.

She scooped up her blanket and moved over towards David. The girl was now freezing, and going out of her mind with fright. She wrapped the blanket around herself and sat down at the side of him; tears flooding her vision, though she didn’t make a sound, not really. Plus she had her hand cupped over her mouth to keep her quite. She had to sit, and watch. To make sure he didn’t come, make sure nobody would be … eaten… in the night. She whimpered at the thought of waking to that sight. Not that she’d actually be able to do anything, except wake folks up so they could run. She had no weapons. This was impossible.

After about a few moments, though it felt like forever to Trisha since her brain had completely lost all track of time everything was distorted, she curled up next to David. She wrapped her arms around him some, snuggling against him; she pulled the blanket over them both. Wasn’t any thought to it, just, impulse and need. She needed to have another person next to her. It wouldn’t be the thing she usually would do, but, this wasn’t a usual circumstance. Although if she’d been thinking, it’d be a lie if she said that it wasn’t something she hadn’t actually thought about over summer, though she of course never did so. Also maybe being next to him, the Creeper wouldn’t be able depict her fear, or at least be able to smell her entirely. Maybe it’d get lost, although she couldn't stop her quivering, or the tears.