perspective hallway | nov 2 | 1:00pm
The clung to each other, stayed near each other and got lost in each other for all of the same reasons. It made them feel safe, and wanted, and as if they’d be missed if they disappeared. She wanted him to be better, to be as confident as he had been before that they’d all make it out, because this new side to him, it scared her. It somehow scared her more than the thought of running into that thing again, because Jordan was special and she didn’t want to lose him, or change him. At least not like this. He was pale and still shaking a little, and she understood not wanting to eat. None of them had been eating because they were all sick with fear.
“Sleep? Yeah… Yeah of course.” Leaving the Great Room where it was, the smell of smoke still lingering past the closed door, she opted for the billiards anyway. It had large, puffy couches that would at least be comfortable if anything, and then they could lay together. Ember wouldn’t mind sleeping. It felt like she was always tired here, waking up tired, going through the day tired, and even when she’d chugged a cup of instant coffee earlier, she was always exhausted, and it seemed to go through to her bones. Leading him to one of the large couches, she left the door open in case they needed to make a quick get away and motioned him to lay down so she could lay out beside him, cuddling into him and his chest. “Let’s… let’s just lay here and see if we sleep, okay? I promise, I won’t go anywhere, I won’t.. I won’t let it get you again, Jordan. You don’t deserve it.”
jordan wasn’t sure how much september’s words made sense to him. he was stuck in this house. the entity would find a new way to get into his head. it would haunt him until it ended his life. he had been optimistic in the beginning. he thought they would be able to fight the spirit but now he knew the truth. this thing knew so much about them. it was probably finding ways to sneak into their phones and personal lives. it was everywhere. there was no escaping that. even with september at his side and kissing on his lips, jordan still didn’t want to be there. he wanted to cry every moment since encountering the entity. he wanted to go home.
of course that wasn’t going to happen. at this point, he wanted to die. he had fought for so many years to overcome his sadness about his mother and his end was near as well. there was no turning back, no matter what september said. it wasn’t that he was going to kill himself but someone would make sure he was dead. someone, something. he wasn’t sure what. just that it was going to happen eventually. he tried to focus on september’s lips and body against his. they were warm and soft, happy and sad at the same time. he tried to be happy but it wasn’t working. all he could think about was what the spirit said to him and how worthless he really was. how he would never be the person that his mother imagined. “sure. just for a moment or two. sleep is definitely something that i can use right now.”














