Rachel had eventually sprawled across the bed, sketchbook open in front of her and headphones in her ears. She'd settled for using a pen because that's what was sitting on the nightstand. She couldn't be bothered with looking for any other utensil, as she was eager to get started on something and lose herself in the work for a bit. As much as she'd hoped to do so, her focus hadn't lasted. She capped the pen with a frown, briefly resting her head in her arms.
Deciding the smell of ink wasn't a pleasant thing to breathe in, Rachel lifted her face from her arms, restlessly tapping the pen against the pad instead. She felt exhausted. Between the worrying and irritability, she hadn't been sleeping extremely well. Not only that, but constant worry and irritability was exhausting.
It was likely better if she didn't think about that. It'd just lead to the things she was attempting to avoid thinking about. Rachel dropped her gaze to the paper, frown deepening. She really needed to start planning things ahead of time if this was how doodling was bound to end up.
Since she'd gotten her hands on a sketchbook after coming out of her coma, she'd managed to consistently draw one thing. It was creepy and slightly irritating. It was also something she'd been careful to avoid mentioning to anyone. There was absolutely no desire or patience in her to deal with someone questioning why she had numerous sketches of the bird.
In all honesty, they made her feel uneasy, especially this one. It felt like its eyes were boring into her. Despite its fiery appearance, there wasn't any warmth in them. It was like having a monster staring back at her.
Rachel suppressed a shudder and flipped the sketchbook off the bed, tossing the pen after it before rolling onto her back. They also made her feel like she was missing some piece of the puzzle, which was frustrating. Frustration was bad, considering the issues she'd been having with her powers.
Those were something else she'd been careful to gloss over. While Bobby knew about it, she hadn't quite let him in on the extent of the issues. It was a small source of guilt, which she supposed was what happened when you lied to your best friend. She just couldn't bring herself to talk about it because he'd likely think she was insane. She sure as hell thought she was.
Blowing out a sigh, she pulled the headphones from her ears and swung her legs over the side of the bed, moving to get up. She returned to pacing. She felt like she should be doing something…
Kill them all.
"Yeah… No…" Rachel muttered, seeing as that definitely wasn't what she thought she should be doing. She vaguely noted that she was talking to herself again but didn't make much of it. It was a regular occurrence at this point.
Find him, and kill them all.
The clarification made her pause. She supposed she may be able to handle that…