Heather and Javinka didn’t seem any different that day at school. I knew that if Heather had the same dream as me, she would be sweating bloody oceans right now. but as she appears to be at her usual level of crippling anxiety, I can probably rule that out. Javinka on the other hand is much harder to read… stoney as she is, I could see her just telling us outright, or keep it entirely to herself.
I was probably not hiding very well myself.
“Is everything ok Liz? You seem off today.”
“oh uh, Aye I had an… unpleasant dream. still a bit shaken that’s all…”
“what was it about?”
“gross stuff, don’t really want to talk about it.”
“It's not because of what happened is it?” she asked.
“what happened?”
“You said you thought you saw something in the pot, remember? and that you felt a hand behind you.”
“i- a hand?”
“you said something touched your shoulder?”
“I never said it was a hand.”
She gave me a strange look.
“What else did you think it was?”
“I-it wasn’t anything, just my mind playing tricks on me.”
“I think it was a bad idea, it's not right to mess with that stuff even as a joke.”
Hmmm…
“Aye well, lesson learned. And Nothing happened anyway. You can do nothing every other night of the year.”
“W-well I… I did get invited to a Halloween party that night but-“ she said quietly.
“-Wait what?! Who’s party?!“ I blurted out, not thinking to conceal my shock.
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“Justine invited me to the one at her place.”
“Urgh that slag? …well why didn’t you say so? We could have just crashed in on them.”
“U-uh… she said… if I go, that I couldn’t bring you.”
…of course she did!
“Well the next time you see her tell her I said to go fuck herself.”
Heather said nothing.
Well, what’s life if you aren’t blacklisted from a few places…
No wait… don’t tell me Heather only joined us to the fence because she pities me?!
I could not handle that!
Wel, I would have disowned her if she did go.
“You’d probably just end up staring at your phone in a corner the whole night anyway.”
Heather looked away.
…come on Liz…
“Hey come on, it wasn’t that bad was it? How many people do you think can say they’ve been inside the Field? Even if it's only the edge. You know guys are totally into that kind of wild adventurousness.”
“They are?” she asked.
“Sure, guys totally dig crazy chicks.”
“My brother said guys just tolerate them because the girls are either attractive or because they themselves don't have any other options.”
“Your brother is a degenerate and a fiend, what would he know about women?”
“he’s had a few girlfriends actually…” Heather replied.
“A few crackwhores maybe.”
She went silent again.
“Using drugs to accomplish shite you couldn’t do without them only gets you hollow results.” I elaborated.
“On the contrary.” Javinka perked up the same way she did whenever she noticed a potential tangent she could use to redirect the conversation.
“Meth powered the early blitzkrieg and it was actually very effective.” Said Javinka.
Oh boy here we go…
As Javinka rambled endlessly my mind returned to my previous thoughts.
Alarming as that hand comment was, I think I can probably rule out them having the same dream as me, Heather probably would have spilt her guts about it, and even if she didn’t, she’d be showing clear signs of holding it back.
Question is if these two probably didn’t have that dream, why did it only come to me? Was it because I used my own blood? Did I unwittingly spiritually dox myself or something?!
Will it leave me alone if Ignore it…? or will it try and torment me?
I sure hope not…
The idea of laying a curse on Scarlett is tempting but at the same time… that thing was creepy as hell, it's not worth getting involved with even if she does deserve it. As long as I never have to directly interact with her again I’ll accept tolerating her existence.