Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R
[It simply wasn't possible for him to know that something had happened, and definitely not enough time had passed for him to know she was involved. At least not in standard sorts of ways. But things were already so past fucked up that she barely questioned how he was at her door so quickly. And maybe she was beginning to realize that he hadn't been joking when he'd said they were "something else". So the few seconds it took him to knock, and the way he slipped in through a door that she clearly remembered locking, she was just going to accept it. What were her other choices? She'd just told a boy he was going to be okay, and he'd died with her touching his forehead, like she'd pulled the life right out of him.
Destin's jokes about zombies were sounding less and less funny. And they weren't that funny to start with.
Maybe they weren't actually jokes.
The hood didn't surprise her when he sat down on the edge of her bed. It seemed right, like not quite being able to see his face was the way it should be - like she should only be able to peer in to catch a glimpse of her brother. The brother that apparently knew everything.]
Hey. Do you know what's going on? [Her voice was rough, as if she'd been the one unable to keep from that uncontrollable, terrifying laughter.]