Seph
We had taken over Elliot’s room, watching the TV from his couch.
We had made a mess. Or rather, Jess had.
It was like being transported to Darkmoor all over again. Her clothes were strewn across the floor. Her hair was loose. In her hand she clutched that same yellow lighter.
She looked like Jess again.
I couldn’t help smiling.
She was currently rummaging through a box of DVDs that Elliot had left out.
“Gods, he’s so vanilla! Where’s the horror? Where’s the slashers?”
She threw a copy of He’s Just Not That Into You down to the floor in disgust. I sipped the margarita she had made me, amused.
“We could just do a rom com?”
“No! Ah finally.” She lifted out a worn plastic case with the title Gothika on the front.
“Is this a ghost movie?” I asked, dubious.
“An average one, but some good scares. Get comfy, I’m going to go get some snacks.”
“We don’t need any – “
“Seph, you’re on your second margarita. If you don’t eat, you’re gonna get sick. Trust me – food is king. Start the movie. I’ll be back in a sec.”
“Where are you going?”
“Raiding the kitchens. I know Dev has a chocolate supply somewhere and I have a good idea where.”
“You don’t want me to wait?”
“I’ll be two secs. Promise. Play. I’ll be back.”
She flashed me a grin and disappeared down the hall.
When she left, I curled up on the couch in a blanket. I watched the opening credits flicker across the screen.
I was very aware of how alone I was. I hoped she wouldn’t take long.
I watched Halle Berry come on screen. The stormy asylum scene was surprisingly creepy. You could already sense the wrongness about to occur.
I paused it. I didn’t want to watch it alone.
And I waited, sipping my drink.
Jess had dimmed the lights, which made the shadows look longer.
I shifted uncomfortably. I leaned back on the couch, my fingers lightly touching the dagger I still carried at my waist.
I thought of Dev. I hoped he was okay.
I wished Ash had been here. He would have snuggled in, probably wrapping me like a burrito beforehand.
Where is she?
