A/N: This is my first Final Destination fic, it's just a drabble-y ficlet but here it is. This came to me while listening to a song by the same title, by Trapt I think. Plus, I had just watched all three FDs that day, and looked up some info about FD4. I love all these movies…so this would occur in FD3 obviously, and would be in Wendy's thoughts processes sometime between the funeral for the two girls/Frankie's demise and Erin's nail-biting exit/the police station. Enjoy. R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own FD.
Someone In Control
Wendy has always been someone who had to be in control. That was what she was known for—being an obsessive compulsive control freak.
Then this happens to her. She's begun to refer to it by a pronoun because even in her head she can't begin to explain what this is—so she stops trying to. It's made her very aware of the fact that someone, or something, else is in control, not her. And whatever little control she did have over he life is slowly slipping from her grasp.
She has never been more terrified in her life, and it's not just because everyone around her seems to be dying violent, vicious deaths. It's because she's never felt so helpless. It's because no matter what she does she can't seem to change anything.
What was it that Kevin said? "Willful ignorance is surrendering control." At first that was enough to get Wendy on board, but later she thinks she would rather be ignorant to these forces at work so she could go back to her normal life and at least pretend that she had some semblance of control over her life. And no one can blame her for that.