Ever since the announcement of Adam’s funeral, everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of razor blades. It was all so delicate after the loss of Adam and Hazel, but within a small town the big things tended to be larger than life. It left Cherry wishing for the simpler days and times, but more than anything it just made her want to be alone. She had tried the whole visiting people and chatting and at the moment it just felt wrong and forced. Like this ridiculous production with neon lighting trying to say “EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY FINE”. It wasn’t, nothing had been right since High School if she was honest, but apparently everything sucked after 17 there was at least eighty songs about it.
She had ordered four coffees from Dark Horse, and made her trek to the only place she knew no one else would be. The walk was absolutely nothing with caffeine and nicotine running through her system on high. The Swamps had never really scared Cherry, and even after everything the only thing she could associate with them was a profound feeling of loss. The dark greenery was dense and there was a ridiculous heavy layer of fog on the ground but still, she continued on with her boots squelching under wet mud.
If she hadn’t have known better she would have screamed, but the small dark outline of another person didn’t seem too villainous. And if it was well, alerting them to her presence wasn’t the smartest option. “Hello? If you’re a murderer I’d like very much to finish my coffee before being slaughtered.”
