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Cold comfort
May. 22nd, 2005 06:41 pmChris leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes. It was a beautiful day out, a little windier than she'd like but still warm and sunny. She pushed her feet out of the shade and into the sun. They still felt a little cold from when she went wading in the lake.
She hadn't spoken to anyone in a couple of days. After she left Kim's room and after spending so much time with people and around them, she needed time alone. Time to decompress and think.
Chris looked at the inside of her right wrist. The skin was pale and unblemished.
Her dad had told her about the investigation and how he believed someone had planted suggestions and given Jack the dream about Kim. If it had been anyone but her father telling her this she would have laughed. Actually, the fact that it was her dad telling her this was funny in it's own way.
When she first heard about the dream she thought that either Jack had hallucinated the whole thing or it was some form of sleep paralysis. Like the people who remember being visited by aliens and recalled the experience being far more vivid than any dream.
Either explanation meant that Jack wasn't entirely responsible for his actions. He wasn't entirely in control.
That's cold comfort though.
She knew her dad thought Jack would have killed her if they hadn't found Kim. Chris believed that if Jack hadn't killed her, Chase would have. She didn't want to think this, she kept trying to find a reason to not believe this. Something that would prove her wrong. But Chase had said as much and Jack's record spoke for itself. He had killed Nina for killing his wife. He had killed her father and he'd done nothing to him.
He would have killed me.
She felt stupid now that she had ever tried to be friends with him. Or any of them. What was I thinking? Why did I ever trust them? After everything they did to me and my family...
Chris stood up and stepped into her sandals. She rubbed her arms, feeling the goosebumps there. Despite standing in the sun, she felt cold all over now.
She walked back towards the bar.
She hadn't spoken to anyone in a couple of days. After she left Kim's room and after spending so much time with people and around them, she needed time alone. Time to decompress and think.
Chris looked at the inside of her right wrist. The skin was pale and unblemished.
Her dad had told her about the investigation and how he believed someone had planted suggestions and given Jack the dream about Kim. If it had been anyone but her father telling her this she would have laughed. Actually, the fact that it was her dad telling her this was funny in it's own way.
When she first heard about the dream she thought that either Jack had hallucinated the whole thing or it was some form of sleep paralysis. Like the people who remember being visited by aliens and recalled the experience being far more vivid than any dream.
Either explanation meant that Jack wasn't entirely responsible for his actions. He wasn't entirely in control.
That's cold comfort though.
She knew her dad thought Jack would have killed her if they hadn't found Kim. Chris believed that if Jack hadn't killed her, Chase would have. She didn't want to think this, she kept trying to find a reason to not believe this. Something that would prove her wrong. But Chase had said as much and Jack's record spoke for itself. He had killed Nina for killing his wife. He had killed her father and he'd done nothing to him.
He would have killed me.
She felt stupid now that she had ever tried to be friends with him. Or any of them. What was I thinking? Why did I ever trust them? After everything they did to me and my family...
Chris stood up and stepped into her sandals. She rubbed her arms, feeling the goosebumps there. Despite standing in the sun, she felt cold all over now.
She walked back towards the bar.
