Chloe had finished her eggs in record time. She couldn't stand staying in the tension filled kitchen. It also bothered her how Andrew was acting. What was his deal? Chloe still couldn't get the look of his face when he saw Derek enter out of her mind. She was sure Derek noticed how he acted around him. She was sure it bothered him, too. But Chloe also knew the last thing Derek would want was sympathy.
Chloe entered the room she shared with Tori. It was fairly nondescript aside from the messy beds. Chloe surveyed hers guiltily. Would Tori make her bed? Probably not. Chloe pulled the sheets on both beds tight. It was the least she could do for Andrew.
Chloe sat on her bed, feeling more than just a little bored. How long had it been since something paranormal forced itself into her life. Chloe realized it had only been a night.
I'm already feeling bored, she sighed to herself. I need to get used to having nothing to do again. Chloe remembered the long days at her apartment when she'd had nothing, absolutely nothing, to do.
I always found something, though.
Chloe had vivid memories of going to the park and working on movie scripts.
I could start a new one.
That didn't sound like a half bad idea. In fact, Chloe thought that's exactly what she needed. Even if she was sitting with other people, if her mind wasn't occupied, her thoughts would wander to darker things. She'd remember Aunt Lauren….
Chloe practically shot off her bed. She hurriedly found sheets of paper and a pencil. She was pulled outside by the beautiful clear weather. No one seemed to notice when she opened the side door and stepped outside. She saw how perfect a spot the safe house was situated in. It sat on a gravel drive, but it was surrounded by uninterrupted woods. It really was beautiful. It was the perfect place to unwind.
Chloe wandered into the woods and found a spot where she couldn't see the house anymore. She stared at the blank page before her. Normally the words would have come to her in no time, but instead of focusing on the movie script, she was thinking of her story. Suddenly she began to write about her life. Not as a movie script, but as a kind of diary, or story. She smiled over some parts, grimaced over others, but in general it made her feel better.
Without realizing it, Chloe set the paper down, and she slumped against the tree she'd been leaning on. Chloe's eyes closed on their own, and she fell asleep.