Heather's POV:
I first heard the crying as I was walking down the hall in the giant flying deathtrap Chris called a "Safe method of transportation". Yeah right. It was probably as safe as pissing off Duncan while he was drunk one night with his knife in his hands.
But anyway, this crying was annoying me. It was coming from the confessional stall, so I decided to wait outside to see who would come out. I kind of hoped it would be Gwen. She needed some sort of slap in the face, in my opinion. Nobody came out though, and the crying continued. It was definitely a girl crying, so my next guess was that it was Sierra. Maybe Cody had finally stood up for himself. If I helped Sierra, maybe she would finally agree to be in my alliance. Wondering what could possibly go wrong, I knocked on the door. And it opened.
And there was Courtney, running her hands through her hair and mascara streaming down her face.
She hadn't noticed the door open, so I tried to shut it as quietly as possible. But that door seriously needed to be oiled, because it creaked really loudly. Courtney's head shot up and she turned towards the door. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me accusingly. I decided to explain myself before she could start yelling.
"Before you say anything, I did knock. You must not have completely shut the door though, because it opened by itself." I waited, but she didn't respond. She just sighed and looked down. I actually felt sorry for her. What was so bad that it could make Courtney act so quiet and upset? "I'm sorry for intruding," I blurted. I mentally slapped myself for saying that, but I didn't take it back. I kind of meant it.
After a long silence, she finally spoke. "It's okay," she said. "I'm glad it was you and not…someone else."
I gathered that that "someone else" was the reason she was crying. "You want to be alone?" I asked. She thought about it, and then shook her head. Then she got up, looked in the mirror and immediately began washing off the black makeup streaks. I waited outside the confessional for her. Courtney came out when all the mascara was gone, and from far away she probably looked fine, but from up close she still looked pretty bad. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair was pretty disheveled, and she just had an aura of sadness around her. I led her to the cargo hold, where no one was. There were only so many places on this plane where one could go for privacy.
Once we got there, Courtney told me her story. "I misplaced my bag so I went around the plane asking people if they had seen it," she said. "And I was outside the alternative confessional when I saw a closet. I thought maybe my bag had been moved here by Chris or some idiot playing a joke, so I opened it. And…" she burst into tears again. I let her cry for a few minutes, but it didn't look like she was stopping, so I prompted her to continue.
"A-and…I saw them. D-D-Du-Duncan a-and Gwen. Sucking each other's f-freaking f-faces off." Courtney said. She tried to calm herself down, but she couldn't. I put my arm around her shoulders and let her cry. If it was me, I'd be pretty devastated too. Right now, though, I was mad. I might not have liked Courtney much, but now I wanted to rip Gwen's gothic head off more than usual.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I had one friend on this show. Courtney seemed to agree with me, because after she finally finished bawling her eyes out, we started to talk about how to get Gwen kicked off the show. The ideas we came up with were pretty crazy, but I was having fun knowing sooner or later Weird Goth Girl would be done for. We both now had a common enemy, and I was more excited about this show than I ever had been.
The next few weeks would be a lot of fun.
