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Mads... Out

Emily

I couldn't believe I was being forced into this again. Last time it was Matt that dragged me to that goddamned mountain and this time it was Sam. But at least this time it wasn't to the mountain and just to Sam's house, but even that's going to annoy the hell out of me. I have to socialize with the people that almost got me killed and hang out with the two guys that abandoned me. So all in all it was going to be a wonderful time.

But I did kinda miss them. The friends I had after the tragedy weren't as tight as those lot were, I couldn't rely on them for everything. Although I still kept in contact with Sam, I wish I could have spoken to her in person or talked to her on the phone. I even wish I could have spoken to Ashley or Matt, and they tried to kill me. Maybe not Mike, he pointed a gun at my face and was going to shoot, I can never forgive him for that, no matter what he does.

I sighed and walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch. But I didn't feel that hungry and I felt something I had never felt properly before, nerves. I wasn't nervous about meeting them I just was nervous about what they were going to say, if they said anything. I had spoken to a few of them since last year but in the last few months I'd resorted to text messages so I didn't have to hear their voices through the phone..

I wasn't the worst sufferer of that night, I saw Jess in the helicopter and felt a tiny sting of regret. Maybe if I hadn't have said those things, it would be different but now I can only sit here and wish, I can't change the past. Although her injuries made her stronger, she had dumped her old self for a completely new Jessica, one I would treasure as a friend. I wish I could have done that, but I was too worried about what others think of me to change.

Would this 'get together' help me? I didn't think so. I thought nothing would help overcome this grief that that night had put me through. But I had to hope, that was all I could do.

Jessica

The scars reminded me of what happened that night. I still heard the sound of it, piercing through my head, causing unimaginable pain. But that wasn't the worst pain.

That was the pain of everyone leaving me for dust. I really thought I wouldn't make it that night, but somehow I did. I thought I could start afresh and build bridges between relationships but that never happened. The real world left me and moved on.

I was lucky, maybe. I had someone there, Matt. He saved me in the mines and that I could never repay him for. Mike tried, but he couldn't. Maybe it was the feeling that we never really, truly loved each other that stopped him from saving me. But maybe it was for the best, I didn't really know what love was at that time, I was still young and I had no cares in the world. Look how that changed.

Some of them said I was the worst off, but I didn't agree. I still had hope, and I still had someone to help me through the black times and someone to praise me when I did right. And I still had someone to look out for, even though they said not to. But I knew I still had friendship, maybe even love to guide me through life.

Maybe Chris was the worst off. He had lost everything he cared for and all the medicine in the world couldn't cure what he was missing. I saw the looks people gave him in that helicopter, I saw his face, full of regret and guilt looking at the one thing he truly cared for. Ashley. I knew how they felt about each other and maybe I was jealous about it. Maybe I hated them for it because I never felt that way or got loved that way. Maybe if they had just told each other, it would be different but because they didn't say it all ended in tears.

But nothing could have changed what happened that night, we could have only hoped it never happened again and try to fix it.

Mike

I thought about it regularly.

When I was saving lives I thought about the lives I could have saved last year. Josh, the Flamethrower Dude. When I was sitting around I thought about how I could have done something rather than wait it out. And when I pointed a gun at someone I thought about her face when I was about to pull the trigger. I never did.

And now Sam wanted me to meet them. The people's lives I might have wrecked, and all because of a stupid prank I helped play on someone. I could never forget the past.

Maybe I could have done something about Josh. Josh. The insane guy who suffered and because of it I killed him. Not directly but it was me who tied him up outside so that he could learn a lesson. And now where was he. In the mine, probably dead, maybe a Wendigo. A Wendigo. Something about that name digs underneath my skin and releases my fears, although I don't often show it.

In the army you have to be tough. You have to face your fears and pull the trigger I can't deny that. In the army your considered weak, feeble if you don't do that, people will pick on you. I couldn't say I made good friends there but I knew there is some people I can talk to when times get tough. Which they often do.

But people knew. They knew my story. They I thought there was some crazy monster out there trying to eat people. And they thought they knew. They thought I was crazy, weird a lunatic. That's what you get for telling the truth. It slapped back at you.