Chapter 1 Session 1 - Lilybeth

This day, cannot possibly suck any more. Whose brilliant idea was it to take a bunch of stupid, immature, completely irresponsible high schoolers to an insane asylum? Did we really need a senior class trip that badly? Couldn’t they have just given us a day off? Or announced pop quizzes in every class? Or strung us all up by our toenails in gym class?
Not only did I have to deal with being there, again, I had to deal with Brent being there. He is such a jackass. Even when he’s trying to be nice he’s a jackass. I can’t stand that nobody ever stands up to him. I said some things to him when he announced to everybody that Kooch and I would be finishing up the tour because of our mom’s. Brent looked shocked. I think I really got to him. I wish I knew what to say to him to get to back off forever. Maybe I’ll get lucky and his dad will buy him a scholarship to Yale. I’ll never have to see him again. Weirton without Brent in it would almost be livable.
I get so tired of having to be in that place, and having to deal with those people. Even without my mom there, everywhere I look there are nut jobs who couldn’t hold on hard enough to reality. And then every once and a while I’ll get this weird feeling, like ice down my back and the whole world fading away and I’ll know something weird is about to happen. And then I start to wonder if I don’t belong in there myself. One of the inmates tried to kill me. He grabbed my neck and I couldn’t breathe and I was sure I was going to die. Sam knocked him off me and Kooch kept him from attacking again. The guy was going on about seeing me covered in blood. But the creepiest thing about the whole stupid mess was that I knew it was about to happen. I didn’t know the guy was going to try to kill me, but when I looked at him the first time, I knew something was wrong. A few minutes later it happened again, right before he tried to kill me. It’s like a premonition, but I never know of what. It freaks me out every time.
And if feeling my brain slip out from under me and getting nearly killed today wasn’t enough, Brent made sure things got worse. The jerk tricked Kooch, Sam and I into missing the bus back into town. I knew I should have taken my bike up with me. I could have just told the teachers I was planning to stay late. But then everybody else would have seen me riding up on my own. The three of us walked part way then decided to cut through Barker’s land. He’s got some seriously weird stuff going on in there. He’s got Indian graveyards torn up with artifacts and bodies thrown everywhere like none of it even matters. It really shook Kooch up. It’s like they’re looking for something. Or maybe the old man just gets off on desecrating gravesites. Who knows? I thought there were all kinds of laws and stuff when it came to that kind of thing. I’ll have to look it up now – it’s bugging me not knowing.
Anyway, Kooch fell through a hole and Sam climbed down after him. That’s when things started getting really weird again. As if torn up graveyards weren’t weird enough. Everything was quiet for a while and then I swear I heard coughing. Like, hack-your-lungs-out-dying kind of coughing. Neither of the guys were answering and the storm was moving in I was getting that awful, world-falling-away feeling again and I knew something bad was about to happen, so I climbed in. The guys were fine, but there were more bodies down there, all lined out on the compass, all together around this axe and the storm was about to break and the wind was getting louder and I could swear I heard chanting and coughing and
crying and sorts of things down there with us. It was worse than being strangled. It was like something was COMING. I don’t even know how to say it. But then a guard showed up and all the noise stopped
And I couldn’t be sure it hadn’t all been in my head. I didn’t say anything about what I heard on the wind to the guys. They looked freaked out too, but . . . I think I might be cracking.
I’m going to look into this. All of it. I need to know what was going on down in that cave. I need to know that it wasn’t all just in my head. Even if I was imagining the noise, why on earth would those people be buried like that? And what is Barker looking for? Kooch took the axe with him. I think he may have taken some jewelry too. He has more right to it than Barker does. I’m going to start looking into the Moneton legends and things. Maybe they’ll explain some of it. Maybe they’ll convince me that I’m not going nuts. And if there are laws about how to treat sacred Indian sites, then somebody needs to let the authorities know what’s going on in there.
To top it all off, I can’t get Nicole out of my head. Since I saw Kooch fall through that hole I’ve been wondering if that’s what happened. Maybe there was no drifter. Maybe she just fell through some hole somewhere and couldn’t get back out. I wish I knew. I wish I could just know so I could stop wondering.
It’s barely 1 in the afternoon and this day couldn’t possibly get any worse. I’m on my way back to school to pick up my bike. I’ll probably stop by the library and check out a few books about the locals tribes before I head home. Hopefully I’ll get some reading in before I head out to work. I have to go back to see my mom tomorrow night. I have a paper due in three days. I have an exam at the end of the week. I still need to pick up Halloween candy to hand out. I wonder if I can get paid a few days early? There’s something I’m missing I think. I need to start making lists.

Chapter 1 Session 1 - Lilybeth

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