gloss over her lips. She looked at herself in the mirror almost feeling shameful for caring how she looked. Since Felicitas disappearance nothing had seemed to matter. But tonight she would be seeing Reed again and the female in her wanted to look pretty. She had chosen a pair of hipster boot cut jeans, a pale green v neck tee, a white scarf and a black leather jacket. She picked up her striped bottle of Pink Sugar; squirting the delicious scent behind both ears. She fluffed her hair, tossed her flashlight and cell phone into her oversized bag and headed outdoors.
The amount of people who turned out for the vigil was overwhelming. No doubt about it Felicitas was well loved. Everyone in the Purity club was there along with most of the senior class. Several of the teachers attended feeling it was their duty to try and keep order and perhaps council those who were distraught. A couple of news reporters filtered through the crowd interviewing those eager to be on camera by feigning amazing friendships with Felicitas. Esther was angry. How could people be so pathetic? Then she realized that that was exactly how Felicitas made everyone feel, as if they were all her closest friend. She felt shame for her critical spirit.
She was handed a flyer as she approached the group. A lump formed in her throat as she saw Felicitas smiling face with the word MISSING printed at the bottom. It didn’t take long before a group of girls approached her in hushed whispers wanting confirmation and details about Felicitas pregnancy to a much older man. Esther fumed inside when she found out the source of their information was none other than Catlin. She wasn’t surprised when she saw Catlin standing near a camera rattling on enforcing the fact that Ian was not the father. Esther wanted to go grab her by her overly bleached hair and embarrass her in front of her TV audience but instead she spent the better part of two hours dispelling rumors and was relieved when her phone alarm signaled it was eight-thirty and time to head for Reed’s house.
The anxiety was growing inside of her at alarming rate putting her nerves on overload. She had heard before that stress was the silent killer. If that was true she figured she should be dead by morning. Her apprehensions heightened when she realized she was driving across one of the supposedly most haunted places alone. Then there was meeting up with Reed, too many emotions at once.
She pulled up into the clearing. It was a bit daunting being the only car there. She killed the engine shutting off the headlights which immediately cast her into darkness. Fear gripped her. It was quiet, still and spooky and worst of all no one knew where she was. She strained to look out of the windshield. The night was pitch black, the trees seemed menacing standing before her guarding the secrets of the woods. Trees had always unnerved her for some reason. She stared at them feeling as if they knew what happened to Felicitas like they were part of a dark treachery hiding a secret coven that stole her friend away. Fear crawled into the car; its presence was overwhelming.
A sudden rap on her window just about caused her to lose consciousness. Reed grinned as he peered through the glass and opened the door.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Esther felt foolish. She could only imagine how pathetic she must have looked to Reed, reacting in such fear. He looked hot tonight too in his jeans and a white t-shirt and his hair greased back away from his face. Her heart pounded against her chest at the sight of him.
“So what’s up?” She tried sounding nonchalant to hide her nerves.
“I did some research this week on the property here. I tried to find out anything I could on
The amount of people who turned out for the vigil was overwhelming. No doubt about it Felicitas was well loved. Everyone in the Purity club was there along with most of the senior class. Several of the teachers attended feeling it was their duty to try and keep order and perhaps council those who were distraught. A couple of news reporters filtered through the crowd interviewing those eager to be on camera by feigning amazing friendships with Felicitas. Esther was angry. How could people be so pathetic? Then she realized that that was exactly how Felicitas made everyone feel, as if they were all her closest friend. She felt shame for her critical spirit.
She was handed a flyer as she approached the group. A lump formed in her throat as she saw Felicitas smiling face with the word MISSING printed at the bottom. It didn’t take long before a group of girls approached her in hushed whispers wanting confirmation and details about Felicitas pregnancy to a much older man. Esther fumed inside when she found out the source of their information was none other than Catlin. She wasn’t surprised when she saw Catlin standing near a camera rattling on enforcing the fact that Ian was not the father. Esther wanted to go grab her by her overly bleached hair and embarrass her in front of her TV audience but instead she spent the better part of two hours dispelling rumors and was relieved when her phone alarm signaled it was eight-thirty and time to head for Reed’s house.
The anxiety was growing inside of her at alarming rate putting her nerves on overload. She had heard before that stress was the silent killer. If that was true she figured she should be dead by morning. Her apprehensions heightened when she realized she was driving across one of the supposedly most haunted places alone. Then there was meeting up with Reed, too many emotions at once.
She pulled up into the clearing. It was a bit daunting being the only car there. She killed the engine shutting off the headlights which immediately cast her into darkness. Fear gripped her. It was quiet, still and spooky and worst of all no one knew where she was. She strained to look out of the windshield. The night was pitch black, the trees seemed menacing standing before her guarding the secrets of the woods. Trees had always unnerved her for some reason. She stared at them feeling as if they knew what happened to Felicitas like they were part of a dark treachery hiding a secret coven that stole her friend away. Fear crawled into the car; its presence was overwhelming.
A sudden rap on her window just about caused her to lose consciousness. Reed grinned as he peered through the glass and opened the door.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Esther felt foolish. She could only imagine how pathetic she must have looked to Reed, reacting in such fear. He looked hot tonight too in his jeans and a white t-shirt and his hair greased back away from his face. Her heart pounded against her chest at the sight of him.
“So what’s up?” She tried sounding nonchalant to hide her nerves.
“I did some research this week on the property here. I tried to find out anything I could on
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