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Everyday is like Sunday
Topic Started: Apr 19 2011, 01:15 PM (5,613 Views)
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"Good morning, kiddies."

Hayley blinked, wiping the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes. Not that she'd been sleeping, no, Ema had unknowingly woken her up the moment she climbed out of their bed-thing-that-was-in-fact-towels and wandered off somewhere. Hayley had woken, restless, from a nightmare she couldn't remember, and her immediate instinct was to climb out of quote-unquote bed, right after her girlfriend-type-person. Are we putting labels on this? Are we doing that? Is there a point? Not really. no. ...Girlfriend-type-person? Wow, I'm all over the English language today. She managed to repress that urge for the moment, though, for a few reasons. Number one, clearly Ema needed some alone time. She'd needed it the day before, after that whole face-shooting bit went down, and Hayley had denied it to her because of her own fear, her own lack of faith in Ema. Number two, Ema didn't exactly seem like she needed protection at this point. Number three, what the fuck had her protection gotten anyone in this game, anyway? It had gotten Alex and Maddy nowhere- who knew where the fuck they were. It had gotten Kyle killed. Well, really, he was trying to protect her, but semantics.

Oh, yeah, and number four, fuck getting out of bed, these towels were comfortable and shit.

Not that she had much time to appreciate it, since it seemed like only seconds before Danya did that thing where he was a fucking asshole. Maybe she had fallen back asleep, after Ema'd gone, who the fuck knew? She was awake now, though, and soon enough she was crawling out from under the blanket, because announcements were coming, and there was absolutely no positive outcome. Either there was nothing- except the reminder of what Ema had done the day before, and that sucked pretty bad by itself- or someone she loved was dead. And the odds skewed more towards that result with every passing day.

"My, my, if we don't have a new record. That's right, twenty-nine of you perished in the past twenty-four hours. I'd crunch the rate, but, well, that's what the statisticians online are for."

Damn. Twenty-nine was a lot. Twenty-nine was a classroom full of corpses. It was an ugly number, too, and Hayley wanted no part of it. She took a moment to dig through her bag, fetching Vera and- she still had bread, yeah? Yeah, she did, and she tore off a chunk. Breakfast. She ripped through the stuff as she made her way in the direction Ema'd gone. The other girl couldn't have- wouldn't have?- gone very far. Right? Yeah. She considered stopping for a cigarette, but really, how many did she have left? Not enough. At least, not enough if she was actually likely to live much longer. That not being the case, she grabbed her pack and her lighter. That'd do.

Her speed increased as names she didn't know were read out. Twenty-nine was a lot and she had quite a bit of karmic debt to pay off. Her whole body ached, begging her to go back to bed, but she couldn't do that. She just couldn't. She needed to wake up anyway, yeah? She needed to be awake. And she needed Ema. Her Ema.

Her Ema?

She barely had the time to think about the implications of that. Barely had time to consider her feelings for the millionth time, because Danya was doing that thing where he was an asshole, and that thing where he was shattering her.


"Madelyn Prowers gave up all hope or something and blew herself up. Yawn. It's getting old."


No. No...no, no, no, that...it can't-

Her arms found their way around her, her fingernails finding purchase where scabs had already begun to form in her sides, and those scabs ripped, and under her shirt she could feel the tiniest trickle of blood. Her nails were long and way too sharp and she didn't really care because she was busy trying to hold her pieces together. Pieces that hadn't healed yet. Pieces that were being held together by duct tape and denial and her hands, clutching at her sides, trying to keep her from falling apart. Literally. Somehow. For now, at least, she had to keep listening. There might be more to hear.

She sped up further. She'd need help, keeping sane, now.

Two more interesting names passed by her ears. Dustin Royal was dead- she knew him, of course she knew him, he was everything she'd want to be if she'd been born with a dick, and she was sort of sorry to see him go, and she'd probably be a bit more sorry if she wasn't preoccupied. Liz Polanski was dead, too. That was bloody fantastic and she was only upset she hadn't been able to do it herself. Vicious, maybe. Because she definitely cared right now.

She heard Ema's name, too, and the word "girlfriend", and a strangled "hah" escaped her lips, almost like laughter but not quite.

Suicide. No. Can't be. Maddy...how? She'd never. Maddy would never, she's not...she's not the type. Isn't that, like, a sin in her religion? She wouldn't. What could've made her? What fucked her up so bad that she'd...she'd do that? Why? She...if I hadn't lost her, if I was with her, she wouldn't have...it's my fault. It's my fault- no, it's not, I didn't do anything...I wonder if someone hurt her, I wonder, what happened? Who can I kill for this? Who can I...

That's what this game's reduced me to. My best friend's dead and I just wonder who I can take my revenge on. My best friend...


Not a euphemism this time. Not like with Ema. Ema was something different entirely but Madelyn Prowers was her best friend in Bayview, probably tied with the still AWOL Alex, and now she was dead, and she was gone, forever, and there was only one person in the world right now who could understand, because Ema loved Maddy, too.

She stumbled forwards, further, for what felt like forever contained in maybe five minutes, down, south, towards the cliff. The cliff that she vaguely remembered was no longer a danger zone, a cliff where she saw the silhouette of the girl she loved. Like the woman in the folktale, waiting for her husband to come back by sea. The thought brought her back to reality for a moment.

I can't break. I'm not allowed to break. I made a promise that I keep breaking, to protect people, and I can't even try to fix that if I'm a mess. Ema needs me. Ema needs me alive and conscious and whole and I need to...need to hold myself together, at least for now. For her. She's...trying to hold it together too, after yesterday, and if I...I can't let her down. I have to be strong. Be strong. Be fucking strong, girly, make it happen. Maddy'd want you to protect Ema. Maddy'd want you not to cry and she'd want you two to stick together and she'd want you both to be okay. You can do that. Can't you?

But her hands stayed put.

Hayley took the steps that still separated her from Ema, listening, hearing song on the air. A song she recognized, even. Was that Morrissey? That was definitely Morrissey. Everyday is Like Sunday. Her mother loved Morrissey, she'd heard this song in the house before, sick childhood I had, and it sent another pang through her that she buried, keeping the pain out of her voice as she finally spoke.

"Heh...girly, keep singing like that and the kids back home are going to think you're some little emo kid. And then I can't talk to you. Ruin my rep, you know?"

A weak laugh escaped her. She wasn't as whole as she wanted to be, but when Ema turned around, she found the strength to let herself go, take that last step forward, and wrap her arms around her girlfriend, her Ema. And for that moment, at least, her feelings were unmistakable.

And when her lips met Ema's, well, she hadn't planned on it, but it took the sting away.
Edited by Hollyquin, May 10 2011, 10:18 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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This was gonna last forever. This had to last forever, because the alternative stung quite a bit, and not just literally. Except nothing ever lasts forever, least of all the things you wish would, and Hayley pulled back sooner than she'd like, her arms still wrapped around Ema but her face betraying her pain. She looked away from Ema for a moment, out and away, at the sky. Then back at Ema. Then back to the sky. Then back to Ema. I'm on a horse. She was going to do this, dammit. This staying strong thing. It was gonna be cool and awesome and she wasn't gonna cry like a little bitch at all, not that Ema seemed to really need a rock right now.

Unless she's pulling the same shit. Wish she wouldn't. If she cried I'd feel a hell of a lot better and holy shit that sounds bitchy.

Whatever.

"Maddy..." Hayley started simply, and even that, just that, made her shut her eyes. Take a deep breath. She was not gonna cry and repeating that like a fucking mantra in her head, over and over, not gonna cry, not gonna cry was not helping. She thought about other things instead. Like the weather, and how awful this fucking bread was, and how things were gonna be ok-no, not that, anything but that but frivolous, pointless things, like how sore her feet were and how she'd kill for some hiking boots right now. Shit like that. She disconnected her words and her thoughts.

"She...she'd be glad we're alive, yeah? Alive and...together." Hayley managed a smile at that, even, but her voice was hollow. Still thinking about fucking hiking boots. She changed the subject. "So, er...any destination in mind? I feel like we've spent the last week on one half of the island, there's all this...this stuff we haven't seen yet-" And now she was talking way too fast. "I mean, er, anywhere you want to go? Anyone you want to...to..."

She trailed off. Who was there but Maddy, honestly? Ema wasn't the most social person in the world, really, and Hayley had Alex, but what did Ema have, now? She had Hayley and Hayley was doing that thing where she was completely useless.

"I-I...she..."

Fuck it. Fuck everything, she couldn't do this. She could see Maddy in her head, except her eyes were closed and they refused to open and she couldn't think about it anymore. Completely at a loss, she returned to her comfort zone. Pressed her lips to Ema's, yeah, that would solve everything for another couple of moments. Gotta last forever. Yet again.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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Hayley heard singing.

This was the thing, though, she couldn't possibly be hearing singing, because to hear singing would be to accept that someone was singing, and to accept that someone was singing was to accept something that could not possibly be happening. First of all, it was day fucking eight here on Survival of the Fittest- who had shit to sing about? And second of all, who was enough of a dumbass to sing, loud enough to be heard, on any day, let alone when the game was more than half over? Hayley knew stupidity- in her approximation most of Bayview was lucky to find the school in the morning without help- but still, this was ridiculous, and she was going to put it down to her brain giving her auditory hallucinations to distract her from this whole matter of her dead best friend.

Thank you, brain.

Exactly how unwilling she was to disconnect from Ema had, of course, not a thing to do with the matter.

But then there were rustling bushes. Her brain wouldn't make up auditory hallucinations of rustling bushes unless her brain fucking hated her, given that it immediately put her on edge. The only thing that prevented her from immediately disengaging Ema was the comforting knowledge that whoever was approaching was obviously a fucking idiot, but after a moment, and a loud noise that might have been a word, sort of- something like ”WOAH,” she whirled around, pointing Vera in the general rustling-bush direction, thanking God and Buddha or whoever that she'd actually remembered her gun this time,

She was quickly just as thankful for the promise she'd made herself the day before. Thou shalt not kill anyone who isn't waving a fucking gun around or whatever. No more shooting people at random, which was good, because had she not decided that one of her closest friends would have had a case of acute lead poisoning before she even noticed who he was.

As it were, though-

“Holy shit.

First she was going to need a moment. A moment to process that this was, in fact, who she thought it was. Jay fucking Holland. Stoner extraordinare. One of the best people to have by your side if there was a party to go to, and when your name was Hayley Kelly that was pretty much all the time. The two of them had had some good fucking times, and maybe he wasn't the first person she wanted on her side in a crisis, but hell. He might be an idiot, but he's my idiot.

“Holy shit, Jay! JAY MOTHERFUCKING HOLLAND!” She was grinning her face off. This was brilliant. Fucking brilliant. She dropped her gun arm and started walking towards him. “How's it been, man?”

She wanted to run and tackle the kid, full force, because it was so amazing seeing Jay being Jay and not a broken shell. Maddy was dead because something on this island changed her. But if Jay was singing like a fucking idiot in the woods on Survival of the Fittest- yeah, same kid. But at this point, caution was key, especially because she was who she was. A known killer. Plenty of people in this game would probably shoot her on sight, not that she thought Jay would. He looked plenty happy to see her-

She remembered suddenly exactly what he'd interrupted. That would explain the look on his face, yeah. Same old Jay, pretty much.

So she walked, giving him plenty of time to shoot her in the eye if he felt like it- she couldn't be scared, not of Jay Holland, never ever- and eventually stopped dead in front of him, still grinning like an idiot but whatever, really. “You're alive! I mean, like, I knew you were alive, you haven't been on the fuckin' announcements-” she hurried past that point, past the obvious as opposed to me, who has been on the announcements quite a few times now “-but still...man, you're NOT DEAD. That's fucking awesome. I love it when my friends aren't dead, it's been happening less and less lately.”

Hayley frowned for a moment. Making light already? Really? You were crying like five minutes ago. But nothing could really bring her down right now. Jay Holland, in the fucking flesh. This was glorious. Jay Holland and-

She noticed for the first time that he wasn't alone and looked over at his companion, a girl who looked vaguely familiar. She had been...at Alex's party, wasn't it? Jay'd been hitting on her. Well that worked out. Sort of. Her name escaped her for the moment, so she just spared a quick nod before turning back to Jay and said something she probably wouldn't have said to anyone else at this point on the island.

“Want a smoke?”
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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[[OOC: Permission to skip Dete, granted. Also...post 500? Fuck yeah.]]

Everything was beautiful and nothi okay no, she wasn't going to say that or think it anyway because first of all every time she did something bad happened, and second of all her best friend continued being dead, and that fact continued to skitter around her brain, begging for attention, trying its hardest to make her stop with this whole happiness thing. You can't be happy, it said. How can you possibly be happy? Jay's awesome and everything but he isn't Maddy and he's never going to be. It's not an equivalent exchange. Maddy's gone. Maddy's gone! How are you just letting that go?! But Jay's enthusiasm was contagious, and for now Hayley let the little voice be.

He was so adorable, though. Like, since when was Jay Holland adorable? Not the first adjective that came to mind when she thought about him, but he was jumping around like a particularly playful puppy ooh, look, alliteration. He practically tackled the other girl, what was her name, dammit, she knew her name deep down, somewhere-

"Janet, Jesus Christ, can you believe our luck!?"

Okay. Right. Janet. Yeah. Yeah, she knew that, sort of. She'd spent most of that night in a state of not-giving-a-fuck drunken stonedness (I'm making that a word, dammit) so the memories were kind of...fuzzy. That'd been a good party, Alex was always good for a night out, not to mention Jay, and she'd gotten Kyle to come somehow, Kyle didn't do parties, Kyle was stop right there, yeah?

Jay's grin perfectly mirrored her own. Much as her brain was trying to betray her- this was a good moment. This was a fantastic moment, actually. She hadn't been this ha- scratch that, she hadn't been this happy sober in quite a while, and at this point every happy moment could really be the last. But she wasn't going to think about that, either.

"First off, it's been fantastic! We've been chillin', we've been having the time of our lives!"

Somehow Hayley figured he was exaggerating. Just a bit. You're having the time of your life on Survival of the Fittest, your life has been crap. Unless he had weed....DOES HE HAVE WEED. I WILL SCREAM HOLY SHIT no okay Hayley relax be good and be cool and stuff yeah. How long had he been with Janet, anyway? Hadn't she...she had a vague memory of that name. The bad luck name, Janet. There were three of them. Two dead. One killer.

No points for guessing which one she is. Her smile faded just a tad, but honestly, could she really judge killers at this point? Hayley was quite positive she'd done worse. Janet was no Maxwell Lombardi.

"And you know what else?! I LOVE bein' not dead! That's amazing! It's just one more thing we've got in common y'know!?"

Oh god, he is sooooo dumb. But sooooo entertaining.

"And third off, I'D LOVE A SMOKE! I WANT ALL THE SMOKES YOU GOT, - ALL OF THEM- AS MANY AS WE CAN RATIONALLY HAVE! AND THEN, ONE MORE ON TOP OF THAT, JUST BECAUSE WE CAN!"

Someone hasn't smoked in a while. Her grin returned full force as the boy embraced her, giving her the time-honored, traditional, patented man hug which she returned with just as much no wait that would be physically impossible, but almost as much enthusiasm, anyway. The thing was...Jay wasn't afraid of her. Anyone on the island now would see Hayley fucking Kelly, she who has killed five people so far, she who was obviously and totally a player, and run screaming in the opposite direction, or at least send some hot lead spinning towards her skull. But not Jay, and Jay's a fucking pussy, so if he's not running he must really trust me.

That was nice. It was nice, not being confronted or feared for once. She'd have to keep an eye on Janet- she didn't know her well enough to be sure she wouldn't try anything, but Hayley couldn't kill her, for Jay's sake. But that was okay. It's worth it.

Thankful for her foresight in actually bringing her nicotine fix along with her, Hayley dug in her pocket and retrieved two cigarettes, handing one to Jay and lighting it like the gentleman she totally was before lighting her own. Inhale. Exhale. It had been a while, and her lungs thanked her. ...Probably not, actually, but if I die from lung cancer that would be a fucking miracle.

"Man, you had me so worried! I thought- I was so fucked up whenever I heard you on the announcements, but- just- fuck, I'm just so glad to see you man!"

Waitwaitwait hold up holy shit was he tearing up? Her smile faded entirely, then. He was getting emotional. Over her. God, this place is really fucking with us, isn't it? I can barely get myself worked up over my best friend dying and now JAY FUCKING HOLLAND is freaking out because I'm NOT dead. He hasn't killed anyone, right? Yeah, he hasn't. Maybe killing just deadens you. Wouldn't be surprised.

"You have no idea Hayley..., seriously."

"I...a lot of shit's happened," Hayley said simply, scratching her head as she took another pull. "I...well, the first kill was me freaking out over nothing, and the second one was this asshole threating Ema and K- right. Ema, Jay. Jay, Ema." She made the introductions quickly, motioning to the two of them.

"The other three, though...like. Okay. This is gonna sound shitty, right? But I can't make sure someone I care about wins this shit if everyone else is still alive. Even if they're not killers, like...right, what was that boy's name? Andrew? Look, think of it this way- you're wandering through the woods and you run into this kid. And he freaks out, even though you're not trying to pull shit, and he panics, and he shoots you in the face. And then you're dead! Except now he can't. Cause he's dead. Does that make sense? I'm...I just want to keep people alive and shit. Ema. Alex. Isabel, Dutchy. You too, man. Gotta keep you alive since we all know you can't do it yourself."

Justifications.

Fuck off.


Her smile returned slightly then, but her next words came out a bit hollow.

"I mean...I've lost people. My boyfriend-" and it came out like that automatically, 'boyfriend', not 'ex-boyfriend' or anything else- "died a few days back. My best friend died yesterday. Just found out, you know? But...you know. Survival of the Fittest."

Inhale. Exhale. Calm down. Keep it optimistic and shit, girly.

"Like...time of my life's kinda much, but there's been good shit too. Like...fuck, this island. Shit just happens. You wouldn't even believe me if I told you."

Of course she was going to tell him what happened the other night. She had to, because the look on his face could very possibly make this whole Survival of the Fittest thing worth it. Not with Ema around, though. Hayley didn't feel like being shot by her own girlfriend(?).

"Ema, darling, do you mind exceptionally if Jay and I go forth and conversate and give ourselves lots and lots of lung cancer? Like...er, you and Janet. Make besties and such. Yeah?"

You are rude as fuck but whatever. Manners are overrated when you have less than a week to live.
Edited by Hollyquin, May 14 2011, 01:20 PM.
being meguca is suffering

[V5] ALIVE:
[x] Aidan Flynn [B???] // Passing slowly though the vector, damp with fog, the bog that grows the former business sector...
[x] Chitose Saionji [G???] // 公園に千歳は本を読む!

[V5] CONCEPTS:
Winston Evans aced the last English test and would like to point out how gorgeous your shoes are.

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[[OOC: This long, timeskipping post has been brought to you by me, Little and Chib. :3 Also, this will probably be edited a bit. Hard to keep up with a post this long.]]

The look on Jay's face was nearly enough to drag Hayley back down. She could see it, behind his eyes. Judgment. Fear. That wasn't okay, given that she'd just gotten to spend five minutes so excited that someone wasn't afraid of her. What had she said? The whole reasons-she-killed-five-people thing? Like...okay, so maybe that hadn't come out as well as it could've, and maybe he'd expected her to have a better reason, but what could she have done, lied? Hayley Kelly didn't lie. At least not to people she actually liked, a designation Jay qualified for. I could've just...you know, not brought it up. That would've been smart. But he would've wanted to know, sooner or later. Or maybe not. Jay Holland was generally happy living in his own little world. Maybe she would've been better off letting him stay there.

Well. I'm a bitch. No news.

The cigarette seems to cheer Jay up immensely- huge surprise there- and Hayley stopped for a moment to kiss Ema on the cheek before strolling into the woods, cigarette in one hand, dear Vera in the other. She really hoped she wasn't going to have to shoot anyone. Jay wouldn't like it. Besides, this whole getting-rid-of-the-tension thing would seriously go to hell. Speaking of the getting-rid-of-the-tension thing, they were in the woods now. Quick, think of a really awkward conversation starter!

"So. Er...how's your magical island adventure thing been so far?"

That works. This magical island adventure thing (Hayley Kelly, you are obviously on crack) was balls. Like, there was nothing it could possibly be other than balls. Unless Jay had actually, somehow, through incredible miraculous miracles, gotten laid. Except that definitely hadn't happened, because he would be fucking bursting to tell her, and he just seemed...normal. A little wary, still, but the cigarette was doing wonders to bring him back down to base-Jay.

"Oh... Oh, y'know. Standard, SotF I guess. I stole some panties early on. Well- I mean. Found some. Not as creepy as it sounds, really. Got threated by Fatty John- he's dead now... Actually, I spent a lot of my time getting threated. And running. Running and uh, yelling, when appropriate."

Running, yelling, people waving guns in your face- normal Survival of the Fittest shit as far as I can tell. I've had a damn good run, far as this game goes. Really relatively few life threatening situations...I mean, I created like half the ones I was in, but you know. I'm an idiot, that's no- WAIT WAIT WHAT DID HE SAY

"Wait, no, wait, slow down, PANTIES? There is actually no way that's not as creepy as it sounds."

"No, no I found them! I was just walkin'- and.. You know how it is. Find someone's underwear on the ground, you're like 'Hey, who's are THESE?' It was-... Yeah. Yeah, okay, I guess I was channeling my inner creeper there. Just a little."

Okay. No, yeah, okay, that was totally fair, yeah. Finding random people's underwear. Happens all the time. Oh, Jay, you fucking pervert, I love you so.

"You're just having the time of your fucking life out here, aren't you? With fucking...panties and shit...no, no you're not a creeper at all with some random chick's underwear. Wait, did you keep them?"

"Uh... I only kept them for... Well, only for a little bit. Just y'know. In case I ever got a chance to give them back or y'know- Look uh, what about you? Let's, let's just move on for now."

Oh christ.

"Yeah, sure, no problem. Just, you know, adding this to the long list of shit I can make fun of you for. Wait, see, this is why my life is awesome and yours sucks: you were stealing panties, I was getting fucking drunk. "

"You... You have booze? Oh god, tell me you still have booze."

Hayley sighed, taking another drag of her nearly-spent cigarette. Oh, now she was gonna feel guilty for drinking her own goddamn alcohol. Would it have been better, really, if she'd drank it with Jay instead of Ema? Ema, who the fuck knew if they would've done what they'd done if she hadn't been off her ass at the time. Now, okay, that bridge was passed, built, whatever, but who knew how far she'd ever had gotten without dearest vodka by her side? Of course, drinking with Jay would've been great. Preferably with Alex too. Just like the old days. But you can't regret what you can't change, yeah?

"...Kid, if I knew I was gonna see you, I totally would've saved some, but like...Survival of the Fittest. Carpe diem. You know? ...Yeah, sorry. I mean, I kind of needed it."

That's not what carpe diem even means and you know it. ...He doesn't, though. So it all works out.

"Awh... Shit. I guess so. Just my luck. Seriously man, only thing worse then Survival of the Fittest wasted is Survival of the Fittest sober."

True that. God, why hadn't she brought more drinks? Because she was supposed to only be here for, like, three days. Supervised. Nothing she could've predicted, really. But still, hindsight was a bitch goddess.

Hayley took the last pull of her now-done cigarette, flicking the butt to the floor at nearly the same time Jay did. He was definitely in a better mood now; seemed like he'd forgotten their earlier conversation completely, God bless him. She almost offered him another, thought better of it at the last second- they could easily run through the rest of her pack in the next hour and she'd really rather not.

Fuck. She really wanted another cigarette. Also another drink. Damn her many vices, not that she could ever regret that night.

"Heh...you know, that night might've been almost worth this whole fuckin' game. Almost."

Jay perked up suddenly, in contrast to the almost hangdog look on his face a moment prior. Oh, yeah, he was going to enjoy this, and Hayley was really, really going to enjoy telling him. Yeah, okay, maybe Ema would rather she didn't, but look: they were going to die, the entire world had already seen them, it was going to make Jay happy and wouldn't it be against the bro code not to share this shit? I'm such a good friend, really, I am.

"Oh...? Hayley, I hear one of your stories coming on... Did you get Ema wasted? Is that it?"

She had to stifle a giggle. The boy knew her so well.

"What gave you that idea? Getting innocent girls drunk, who do you think I am?"

"Shit, don't play nice Hayley, I'm wise to your tricks! You're a Grade A corrupter of the innocent- What did you do, come'on!"

See, this was the best thing about friends, the kind that have seen the worst things you do and absolutely love you anyway. Hell, fuck anyway, Jay loved her for the crazy shit she did on a regular basis, which this whole situation definitely qualified for. She was on the verge of laughing, he was practically hopping with excitement. Jay Holland loved a good story. So did Hayley, actually, and she was getting the lowdown on this panty business later, not to mention the deal with him and Janet. But for now, hell. Gotta throw the boy a bone.

"Dammit, Jay. Knowing me well and shit. Yeah, okay, so I got her drunk. Gave the audience a goddamn show, too."

"...Are... You mean."

The look on this boy's face right now. Oh my god. This is worth death. This is seriously worth death. Okay, maybe not, but still-

"Hayley. Did you tap that."

She didn't bother suppressing the grin that had formed on her face. "Maaaaaaybe."

"HAYLEY MOTHAFUCKIN' KELLY."

Jay Holland, you are my favorite.

"DID YOU HIT THAT. DID YOU HIT THAT!?"

Okay, she could not. She could not let this go on any longer, fucking hilarious as it was. The boy was practically jumping up and down and oh my god she couldn't resist the smirk that was growing on her face. Like a frat boy telling his boys exactly how hot the girl he fucked last night was. She'd hate herself so much if she met herself as a dude. Like, seriously, she was kind of a douchebag. Only when she got into this mode, though. Jay Holland brought out the worst in her in the best possible way. Even so, she should really tone it down, probably.

"Oh fuck YES I hit that. Who do you think I am? I'm Hayley fucking Kelly, this is what I do, and Survival of the Fittest can suck my dick."

Yeah, okay, no. You're dying, girly. Party and bullshit all you want to. Not like it'll ever matter.

Not like Jay seemed to mind. Jay's reaction did not disappoint, considering all of the jumping around and grinning and laughing he was doing right about now. He held his hand out for a high five, fucking classic, and she took it, rolling her eyes but unable to resist the grin that quickly formed on her own face.

"DUDE. YES. UP TOP. HIGH FIVE. YOU ARE MY HERO. Holy GOD, you are my HERO. All the dicks, they all belong to you. Fuckin' highlight reel, Hayley you fantastic motherfucker!"

"Bro, this is my fuckin' job. I walk in places, I get laid."

Every girl watching this hates me right now. The guys probably love me, though...

"...Oh my god, how many boys back home d'you think taped that shit?"

"I dunno man, probably half the country! Man, you can bet as soon as I get off here, I'm youtubing that shit!"

...

"You...has anyone ever told you that you're an idiot? Other than, you know, me?"

"I... I... Yes. Yes, that's a common statement, uh, around me. But this time, I stand by it!"

...Oh, Jay.

Poor thing was in denial. That much was obvious. This was the funny bit about killing five people- you stopped thinking about death as an abstraction. It wasn't "oh let me just pretend I'm going to be fine", it became "I'm going to die, in the meantime, let me be awesome". That was Hayley's Survival of the Fittest philosophy and it was working out pretty well for her so far, but she never really forgot where she was and what was going to happen. She put it away, yeah, and she could ignore it, yeah, and she managed to feel precious little about it, yeah, but still, it was there. She was probably going to die. Jay...Jay wasn't there yet. Who am I to break him out of his denial, though? I mean...is it really better, remembering constantly that you're not gonna get off the island? That you're never gonna do any of the shit you want to do back home? Is it better to die with hope still left? Not that I have a choice anymore.

"You...yeah, I'll...I'll have to youtube it too. See how I look on camera, you know. I mean, you and me both know I looked fucking amazing, but still."

She managed a weak smile. Yeah, she wasn't going to break his good mood. Didn't want to fuck up her own, either. He seemed to miraculously detect the awkwardness this particular conversation-direction contained, though, and so he changed the subject and saved her the trouble.

"Shit dude, I just- I can't believe it. Drop you on a deserted Island, you end up bangin' some hot redhead girl. Just- Standing ovation man. You will live forever on the hard drives of teenage boys EVERYWHERE. I love your very existence Hayley Kelly, I really do."

"Like, I feel like I shouldn't be okay with being immortalized as whack off material, but I totally am. I mean, look at my life. That was kind of my destiny all along, yeah?"

"Hey man, that's a fine destiny to have! Especially for someone like you."

"I'll take that as a compliment. I think. Coming from you, anyway."


And the day went on.

They came out of the forest eventually, rejoining Ema and Janet, who...hadn't made much progress, it seemed, not that that Hayley had been expecting much. Janet seemed less than social, and Ema...er, Ema was never particularly social, so she doubted much of note had happened. The atmosphere was...awkward. Not, like, terrified awkward, or someone's-about-to-kill-someone awkward. Just...teenagers who don't know how to talk to each other, awkward. That was nice. Reminded Hayley of home. So she greeted her girlfriend with a kiss, and she tried her best to lighten the mood. And so the afternoon passed. Not eventfully, but...eventful wasn't good, on Survival of the Fittest. This was better. This was nice. This could last as long as it wanted to, far as Hayley was concerned. It wasn't the easiest atmosphere to deal with, but she dealt.

She gave in and gave Jay two more cigarettes before the day was out. Two more for her, too. Six gone. Six left. Half out. She just hoped they'd get the chance to smoke the rest before her luck finally ran out for real.

Not thinking about it.

---

It was a long night.

Not the nightmare-filled, paranoid, terrifying sort of long night that was oh-so-common on Survival of the Fittest. Not any kind of long night that Hayley would seek to avoid. No, this was the kind of long night occupied by the warm touch of her girlfriend's hands, by kisses, by bodies pressed against bodies. The kind of long night that involved things that Hayley had definitely done before but Ema sure as hell hadn't. The kind of long night punctuated by loud moans that Ema tried oh-so-hard to get her to stifle, but how many fucks did Hayley give? If they were even awake, Janet could deal and Jay would be loving every moment.

These were the moments Hayley lived for. And was dying for, in a matter of speaking.

Though admittedly that was the last thing on her mind. As she pulled on the most minimal clothing she could get away with, and settled in for a pre-announcement nap, her last thought in her mind was something like I love you. Or had the words slipped out of her mouth? No, they couldn't have. They weren't allowed to. But they probably did, not that Hayley would remember in the morning, tired as she was, and she could only hope it'd slip Ema's mind too.

---

BZZZZZZZZZZZT-

Hayley winced as her eyes fluttered open, taking in the first light. How long had she stayed up last night...? She didn't have a watch, but considering how the rising sun stung her eyes and how utterly unwilling her limbs were to do anything even remotely useful, she figured she'd gotten maybe three hours of sleep at best. The announcements could go fuck themselves, honestly. She was definitely going back to sleep the second they were over, especially how she was now- she'd woken how she'd fallen asleep, with Ema curled against her chest. She pressed her face into the top of the girl's head, breathing in her scent. Wonderful. Danya needed to shut the fuck up and let her get back to this.

"Good morning once again, kiddies. Would you believe that there are less than one hundred of you left alive? Well, it's true. Congratulations to those of you still standing. You've come a long way."

...Holy shit.. Under a hundred left. This whole 'winning' thing seemed more and more plausible by the second. How many had come here? Something like 250, 300, somewhere around there. And now...practically nothing. Of course, more of the kids left were probably killers, or at least really good at staying alive. Whether her odds were actually any better now, that was a question for the fans back home. They could probably do some statistical analysis on that shit.

"You only need to brutally murder a few more people, and then you'll be on a plane home. Isn't that a delightful thought? I bet you all miss your families. I'm sure they're rooting for you."

Oh, yeah, Danya had a way with words, for sure. You only need to brutally murder a few more people! It'll be fuckin' great! Fun for the whole family, assuming yours doesn't hate you by the time you get home! Mine will...forgive me, probably. Johnny will forgive me, at least. I'd need to actually be home to know for sure, right? Yeah, I don't know. Is mommy's little darling still mommy's little darling when she comes home pretty much a serial killer? They never show you that part on TV. Whatever. Hayley wouldn't be killing anyone else until absolutely necessary. Right now, she had plans, and they involved dozing back off into her own little piece of heaven with her girlfriend, maybe slipping off into the woods for a bit when Jay and Janet were otherwise occupied-


"Alexander Campbell died of I-thought-it'd-be-fine-to-field-amputate-my-arm. This is a lesson: practice first aid before your wound starts growing green fuzz."


"Jay."

The word slipped out of Hayley's mouth- just loud enough for him to hear her, assuming he was awake, and she prayed he was- before she even really registered what she was feeling, what Danya had said, what was happening. She shot up in a second, her hands finding their comfortable positions on her sides, scratching open wounds that hadn't even healed yet from the morning before. Her eyes wide open and blank. Still not quite registering. Still refusing to acknowledge it because Alexander Campbell could not be dead. Maddy, Hayley loved her, but she could somehow believe she was dead. It seemed like something that could happen, even though suicide seemed so completely bizarre to her. But Alex was invincible. Alex couldn't die, because he was Alex. That made sense enough to her. What didn't make sense is how he could be-

She remembered him being shot. The wounds in his arm. Rot. He'd cut it off? He'd cut it off. Gotten infected.

Now he was dead.

That couldn't happen.

That was impossible.

Not...please. Not you too.


To her credit, though, she held it together. Hayley Kelly did not cry. She couldn't. There was just this great emptiness, this nothing that was swallowing her, she couldn't move, couldn't even look up, didn't see if Jay was awake or reacting or coming to her or anything or if Ema was awake- they'd been friends too, she remembered, vaguely. Everyone loved Alexander Campbell. And now he was dead and she could hardly breathe, her eyes saw nothing. There was nothing. Nothing at all. At least she held it together. For a few moments. And then-


"Örn Ayers was shot by Liam Brooks, and bled to death."


"NO!"

She snapped out her stupor. Alex couldn't be dead- Alex was invincible, Alex was special, Alex was too strong. But Dutchy...Dutchy could die because Dutchy could break. Dutchy had broken and she hadn't been there, and that she could wrap her head around. Sweet, angelic, utterly fragile Dutchy. He was dead. Bled out. She hadn't even seen him since she'd gotten here. At least...at least she'd seen Alex, not that she had been able to do anything but leave him alone, leave him to die, to die without her, how could he be killed by a goddamn amputated arm?! What was he doing, should've been keeping it clean, she should've been keeping it clean, should've been there...should've helped, done anything, anything to keep him alive, keep them both alive, keep them all alive, dammit, they were dead, they were all dead, and she-




Hayley curled into fetal position. Fuck dignity. She sobbed like a child and waited for something, anything at all, that would make this stop.
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She was the last one to know. Hayley Kelly was the last one to know what was happening, that there was tension, conflict, an intruder because Hayley was not gonna be part of the world at large for a while. Her eyes were focused in on her white-white knees, though her face was buried too far to let in light. She saw only darkness in this cocoon she'd built for herself, and though she could feel Ema's presence by her side, doing nothing, saying nothing, she felt entirely alone. What was there to say? Ema had known Alex too, even Dutchy she was at least aware of, but she didn't love them like Hayley did. Where was Jay? He'd understand better. She heard retching between the choked noises her own throat was emitting, and figured that must be him. Janet didn't seem like the type.

She didn't want to move. Breathing was hard enough, without considering moving. But she felt movement, frenzied movement, panicked movement beside her- Ema- and she knew she had to try. Had to do something. Something was happening and she was too wrapped up in her own misery to know exactly what- or far more likely, who- was the problem. Her foot twitched. Then her hand. Then, finally, she untangled herself from herself, looking up, properly taking in the light.

"Just... just back up... walk away, okay!?"


...No. No, shit, not you, anyone but you-!


Hayley's body seemed to move of its own accord as she felt her feet try desperately to touch ground. Charlene. Charlene Norris. Of all the people in the world, of course it was her. Of course, now, at her lowest moment, this fucking bitch, her nemesis, her start of darkness, the girl who took her Kyle away from her, killed her boyfriend and ran away. Her erstwhile ally. Back in the days of Madelyn and Alex, when both of them were alive, back before that kid whatshisface, asshole, Jonathan, that was it, before he shot Alex, before Charlene-

"Anna Chase? Short, skinny girl, looks kinda like a freshman. Shit, she doesn't stand a chance."

Oh.

Right.

Okay.

"You heard the girl. Get away from here."

Janet's voice was there, penetrating her fog, but only just. She was still scrambling. Glad she'd remembered clothing, sort of. A t-shirt and panties- hell, that was kind of Hayley's uniform out here by now, her skirt always seemed kind of superfluous. Not that that mattered, any of it. More important was Vera. Where the fuck is Vera? Her hands searched desperately for cold metal.

Charlene Norris. She'd killed Kyle with her own hands, Hayley'd been there, Hayley'd seen it, Hayley knew. But- she realized, and her heart hurt for thinking of it- she was the only one left alive to remember what had happened. Maddy was dead. Alex was dead. Even Jonathan, he was dead, days ago, and she'd been happy at the time, but...but Jonathan shot Charlene. He'd been shooting Charlene. Charlene had been spouting some shit about his girlfriend. Jonathan had shot her. And Alex, hero, fucking hero that he was, tried to protect her, got shot in the arm.

Then, apparently, his wounds had gotten infected.

Then, apparently, he'd amputated his arm.

Then, apparently, he'd died.

Jonathan was dead. No holding him accountable for his actions anymore.

But from a certain point of view, the point of view a desperate and angry and hateful girl most wanted to take, Charlene Norris was the reason Alex Campbell was no longer alive.

Good enough for me.

Her hands touched metal, her hand gripped metal, and she'd sent a bullet spinning in Charlene's general direction before she was fully aware that she was standing. As the other girl went running for cover, Hayley took a moment to actually survey the situation and holy god this was a well-armed group. Three guns all stood pointed in Charlene's general direction, not counting her own, and she saw the looks of shock on their faces. They hadn't wanted a fight, they'd just wanted the intruder gone, wanted her to leave, but Hayley couldn't let that happen. She'd let the girl escape once. Never again.

"Get back," she hissed, not entirely sure her words were loud enough for all three to hear them. But she didn't want them near right now, didn't want them in the line of fire- who knew how good a shot Charlene was? she could easily miss her and hit one of them- and besides that. Besides that. She's mine. She didn't say it out loud, but the sentiment was there in her voice. Unmistakable. Jay and Janet might not understand why but Ema- Ema knew.

Hayley watched Charlene disappear into the trees, and danger be damned, she screamed-

"Come BACK here, you bitch!"

All that sobbing had shredded her throat. The words came out scratched, mangled, broken but still recognizable. But she held her gun steady, in the general area where Charlene must have gone, and she felt tears stinging at her eyes again. Tears of anger. Rage tears. Were those things? They were now.
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Okay.

So this was really stupid. Hayley knew it was stupid, she was self-aware enough to hate herself for being this stupid, not to mention selfish, not to mention horrible. They, her friends, or at least Ema and Janet, they wanted Charlene gone, and when the other girl came into view finally it was clear that she was taking their advice and backing slowly off the scene. But no, Hayley had to do that thing where she listened only to that little voice inside her head, the one that both told her to do terrible things and taunted her when she did them. It would yell at her for this later. But right now, there was no turning back, as Charlene had clearly heard her, and she was coming back, and she was pointing a gun at Hayley's head.

Hadn't I just been thinking how few life-threatening situations I've been in, all things considered? Yeah she really had been. She'd been shot at a few times, yeah, but she'd been running and hiding those times like a logical individual. There was that one time that one kid- Andrew, was it? He'd pointed a gun at her, but she'd just gone ahead and shot him and that had been the end of that. She'd had the element of surprise on her side, then. This was different. This was a fucking standoff, the kind you see on TV and movies, not so much the kind that was fun to be part of in real life. At least she had backup, but she knew none of them would shoot until she made a move. Or unless Charlene shot first.

Hayley was really, really hoping Charlene didn't shoot first.

"Alright. I'm here." No fucking shit, Sherlock. Hayley ran a finger over Vera's trigger. Probably she should just do it now. Probably she should pull the trigger and pray Charlene didn't get the chance to pull hers. Probably she should end this, but she had to open her stupid mouth instead.

"You...you. Alex is dead, did you hear? Alex is dead. Kyle's dead. Do...do you even know how much you've taken from me?"

She wished she could sound stronger. Angrier. But she couldn't even say Alex's name without tears filling her eyes right back up.
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Hayley was holding steady. She was entirely unaware of the actions of the other three, but unless they were shooting, it seemed irrelevant. She had tunnel vision right now, focused in on Charlene Norris, the enemy. Her target. No matter what pretty words came out of her mouth, and it was quite clear the other girl was gonna use whatever pretty words she could to get out of this alive.

"Yeah. I heard. I hate it, too. I feel like I owed him my life and I wasn't there to help him. Some guy got pissed off and lopped it off. Jason, I think. I think you shot him."

So, take a moment to parse that statement. Does it smell like bullshit? Of course it smells like bullshit. So, whose fault was it that you weren't there to help him, Charlene? Totally not yours in the slightest, Hayley was so sure. She'd left Alex herself, sure, and she was still beating herself up over it, so thanks a lot for bringing it up- her eyes were still swimming with tears, it was hard to aim, this was so stupid, why couldn't she just concentrate, just until this girl was dead?- but it wasn't really her fault. Not really. She'd wanted to find him again, so badly, she'd been searching for days...she'd left because she needed to give Alex and Maddy space to come to terms with the shit she'd pulled back at the fair. Not to mention give herself space to cope with the same. What was Charlene's excuse? She had to run off and kill Kyle? Because whatever excuses she gave about Alex, Charlene still had Kyle on her conscious. Hayley wouldn't forget. The fact that Kyle had attacked her first didn't even cross Hayley's mind.

And "some guy got pissed off and lopped it off." That was just extra bullshit piled on top of bullshit. Okay, Danya was a lot of things, but he didn't lie on the announcements; it would be counterproductive for him to do so. Especially when it came to calling people out as culpable. Danya wasn't going to say that Alex had thought to amputate his arm if someone had just cut it off in a fit of rage, because Danya was way happier when kids were attacking each other than when they were doing stupid things. Someone must've helped Alex, but Alex wasn't an idiot, so if he'd wanted to amputate his arm, it must've been necessary. So it still all went back to the reason he got shot. So it all came back to where Hayley wanted it to come to.

Besides, blaming someone else who's dead? ...I shot him. Weird. Funny how that works out. Hell, if she's not lying, somehow, that was just really terrific luck, wasn't it?

"You're lying," Hayley said, her voice still cracking. She blinked away tears, not daring to move a hand from Vera to wipe them away. "A-and even if you weren't...he's dead, and Jonathan's dead, and...y-you're the only one left. I can't...let you..."

Live? 'Get away with this'? It sounded stupid in her head, either way, and she was having trouble speaking in any way that could be considered intelligible. She needed to end this before she broke down completely, but somehow her finger still refused to pull the trigger. She wanted something. But what? An apology? An admission of guilt? It's not gonna bring them back. Nothing is.
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Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop listening to her, what are you doing, just pull the trigger, pull it, kill her, this is taking way too long-

"You killed Jason. You got your revenge."

Still bullshit. Hadn't Hayley just said that Charlene was obviously lying about this whole Jason-randomly-hacked-Alex's-arm-off-in-a-fit-of-psychosis bit? Was she not even listening? Not that Hayley could exactly blame her, it wasn't like she was making much of an effort to listen herself, but if Charlene really wanted to save her own ass she could at least bother listening to the words that came out of Hayley's mouth. If she'd heard them at all, with the way Hayley had been choking on her speeches, chewing them and spitting them out when they were hardly recognizable.

"Besides, it's not like you're exactly blameless here."

Yeah. Yeah. Hayley could blame herself forever for this. Hayley had been blaming herself since she heard the news. She'd blamed herself for Kyle, she was blaming herself for Alex. How had it been working out so far? It had gotten her here, sobbing, listening to her least favorite person telling her this was her fault...

"I panicked."

You killed my boyfriend.

"You killed five people for no reason."

Okay, that raised Hayley's hackles. Who the fuck was Charlene to assume she had no reason for anything she did? Maybe her reasons weren't the best reasons- hell, she could tell from the look on Jay's face earlier that her explanation for what she'd done wasn't satisfactory. But still- what that hell did this bitch know? If she was assuming, hearing the announcements- Danya didn't know her. Danya could go to hell. The only person who seemed to really comprehend what she was doing and why was Hayley herself, and even that was a crapshoot. But still. But still. That didn't given Charlene Norris the right.

One of them was my best friend's boyfriend. James Mulzet? Remember him?

Yeah, I remember James. He was that asshole in my science class who decided it was an awesome idea to wave a gun at my boyfriend and- Ema.

"The way I see it, if I killed Kyle and you killed James, we're even."

Hayley hissed.

"Karma's a bitch, huh?"

This was over. Over. Didn't deserve another second of her time. She saw the other girl, stepping backwards, trying to get away, trying to retreat before Hayley finally pressed down on that trigger, and maybe it would have worked. Maybe Hayley wouldn't have been able to regain her motor functions, force her vision to clear and her finger to move, before Charlene could've gotten away. But Charlene had made a fatal mistake in well and truly pissing Hayley off. Her sight suddenly fell into focus, zooming in on this stupid fucking cheerleader who was trying so hard to run.

Not again.

Her finger finally came down on Vera's trigger, and as the cracking bullet was echoed by a second bang, she felt something like fear.
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See, this was the beautiful thing about gunshots, especially when they're made by a gun that's pointed right at you- they are a goddamn universal language and they say oh shit, let's bounce. Hayley's body understood that before her brain did, and she felt herself hit the ground before she was aware that the shot Charlene had sent at her wasn't the only one. The second- no, third gunshot came out of nowhere, out of the woods, and- why was she on the floor? Had she been hit? Oh god, she'd been hit, she was going to die here, in front of Jay and Ema and oh god they were under attack they were gonna shoot her so full of fucking holes-

Oh. Wait, no, she was fine, a little dazed from hitting the floor, yes, and a little more dazed by the bullet she'd just heard go whizzing over her head- oh, wait. Ema. Ema was there. Ema was on top of her. When had that happened? Somewhere in the back of her dizzied mind she realized that Ema was the reason she'd hit the floor. Good on Ema, then, given how close she'd come to dying just now. The first bullet, Charlene's, had missed. The second- was it low enough that it'd have hit her, had she been standing still? She thought so. What did that mean for Ema, though? Hayley couldn't see, all she could see was the ground and darkness but Ema had to be okay, Ema was breathing, she could hear it. She was right there. And Ema was not allowed to be anything but okay, ever.

But where there were bullets, there were, uh, more bullets- she saw as she pulled herself from the ground that Charlene had been hit, and she wasn't exactly concentrating on pointing her gun anymore. Busy with that whole bleeding-out thing. Good fucking riddance. But that mysterious gunshot from the trees- and isn't that the worst kind of gunshot? the mysterious kind?- didn't bode well. Suddenly that universal language caught up with her brain.

Time to get the fuck outta this moon kingdom.

Hayley pulled her jacket and her bag so fast it was hard to tell that she'd done anything at all. Her skirt went on, too- weird how modesty made its sudden appearance, as they were running for their lives- but her shoes went in the bag, they could wait until they got to wherever it was they were going. That was it- Vera in her hand, cigarettes in her pocket, she was good. Everyone else, though-

Ema was...there was blood. There was blood, but it wasn't serious, she could tell, she'd seen serious. She'd caused serious. Ema would be okay, though in any other circumstance she'd probably fuss over her a bit. Jay was-

Jay was long gone, running back the way they'd came. Towards the godforsaken beach.

"Motherfucker-" she cursed, tearing after them, trusting Ema to follow, praying she was in condition to. No way was she losing sight of Jay Holland now, not when she'd finally gotten the chance to be happy again. With Charlene dead, everything could be okay, least in Hayley's world. So long as this little group stuck together. Selfish? Maybe...yeah, a bit.

Any happier now, girly?

Not now, okay? Not now.



[[Hayley Kelly continued in The Stoner Always Dies]]
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