I never wanted to get out of a trailer so bad in my entire life. Granted, I haven't been in very many trailers but none the less. I could feel Chris's eyes glaring at me as he went over his whole twenty questions spiel. Even after getting as far a way as I was comfortable. I was so sick of the judging looks. I was so fucking tired of all the negativity that seemed to radiate around me. Sure, I'm a bitch. Yes I was a manipulator. But did I deserve what happened? Hell no.

I was hoping to find solitude behind the girl's cabin. I needed to think. I needed to get my head straight and figure out how I could get my mind back on the prize. You may think that I was completely engulfed with the money, and you would be right. I had to be. If I had sat down and let my mind dwell on ….that I would have lost my mind completely. I have lost it a little- but I am no Izzy.

I settled down in the dirt and looked at the ground. The small patches of grass eeking up here and there were not much of a comfort. A small beetle made its way across the ground at my feet. I couldn't help but think that all I would have to do was move my foot a little to the left and there would be beetle no more.

I couldn't help but think that if that delinquent would have left me alone, like I wanted, I might have been dead. At least I could have preserved some dignity. My parents would have thought I ran off with the producer. Then years later they could have found my bones. See? Dignified? Maybe not. So what? I remember setting my head back against the cabin. The sky was clear. The birds were singing, the clouds were fluffy white. The entire day was perfect. It was like it was fucking mocking me. It was horrible. I closed my eyes and let the horrible nice sunshine warm my face.

Somehow I drifted off to sleep. Which was probably a good thing considering the most comforting sleep I had was half baked attempt against the gorilla man. The sleep that consumed me was numb dreamless and uneventful. The best sleep I could have asked for. It could have very easily been full of mind retching nightmares. I woke up, my eyes adjusting to the darkness around me. I had fallen over into the dirt behind the cabin. I had slept the day away- untouched mind you- outside and in the dirt. I pushed myself up. God, was I sore. My everything hurt every where. I tried to stretch but my strained muscles protested quite furiously. I sat up and looked around. There was a light on in the girls cabin that cast shadows out in front of me. Fuck that. I was not going into the girl's cabin. Not then anyway. I forced myself to stand up. I felt like I had a bad run end with the biggest part of a donkey. My stomach still churned and jolted as I walked. It nearly made me physically sick.

I got really still. I could have swore that I heard something. I listened and I heard it again. A rustling. A cry- it sounded like a scream. My mind went into panic mode as the first thing that popped into my head was that it was happening again.

The first couple of steps I took were wobbly to say the least. I was fucking determined though. I couldn't let that happen to anyone else- I was a winner, a manipulative evil bitch but I did have morals. I made into the dark part of the tree line. I could hear the blood racing in my ears. I needed a weapon. Yes, a weapon. I wasn't going into a fight unprepared or empty handed. It took a couple of good yanks but I finally got a large branch broken off of the tree. My arms were all kinds of pissed.

I took a few good practice swings. There was nothing like being prepared and if ten years of softball didn't teach me something, I was in trouble. The screaming cry sounded out again and I swear that I got goose bumps all over. I gripped the branch and mentally prepared myself. Maim- do not kill. Maim-do not kill. It repeated over and over again in my head. Maim would leave him suffering and I could be happy with that. Kill and I went to jail. That wasn't an option.

I took a deep breath again and started towards the screaming. I could hear rustlings- the horrid scream started to die away. My heart was beating hard and I started to hyperventilate. I could hear the thrashing. I froze. My feet took root in the forest and all I could do was listen. The scream turned to a gurgle and the gurgle turned to silence. I was too late. After several minutes of silence my feet decided they wanted me to move again. I crept closer and closer. Believe me I didn't want to get closer- I blame it on curiosity. With a final attempted to mentally talk myself out of it, I had backed myself up against a tree. Flashbacks of memories I didn't think I had bombarded me. I could see his eyes again. His stench curled down my throat and his hands were on me. I snapped my eyes open and shook my head. I would not relive and I would not remember. I could do that crap in therapy. So with an insane amount of courage and stupidity I turned around the tree. I almost let out a scream but he clamped his hand over my mouth before I could. I looked up at those soft brown eyes and felt myself start to laugh inside.

"Don't scream." I have to admit it was good advice. I pulled his hand away from my mouth and looked over his hulking form. I frowned and looked back up at him.

"DJ… you're covered in blood." He blinked at me then looked down at his clothes. His eyes grew wide his face paled even in the darkness and before I know it- the brick house hit the forest floor. I frowned and looked past him. Littered on the forest floor was the body of two bunnies- mutilated…dead…bunnies. I shook my head. That was extremely fucked up. DJ passed out at the sight of blood. Did that mean he had no idea what he had just done? Fuck it. NO. NO. NO. I had enough problems of my own without trying to figure out DJ's hidden schizophrenia. I turned. I needed to leave. I needed to get back to the campsite. I had unintentionally placed myself alone in the dark. Fucking smart, right? I started back towards the camp.

Well at least I thought it was the way of camp. The branch still gripped tight in my hand I weaved through the darkness. My chest was heaving my heart was racing and I could swear that my vision started to blur due to my damned hyperventilating. A voice floated on the air… It sounded so familiar. So sickening. Then I heard another ….it was Duncan.

"Did you do what you were supposed do?"

"Every damn bit of it."

"Can you keep it up at least for a little while?"

"I can try. You know the goodie goodie shit isn't my thing."

"Just do it."

So that was it. I was fucking right all along. He was playing me. That voice. He couldn't have been…. I didn't want him to be but it was too obvious that he was in cahoots with him. So what was his angle? Was it just an elaborate and horrible way to get to the money ….or was there something more sinister there? I felt the air lock in my chest. Was Duncan's job to get close to me and finish off the job? I couldn't just stand there. Their voices had blurred out after I realized what was going on. I had to leave. If either of them caught me I was screwed. So me and my stick hobbled as fast as I could back to the camp. I dropped the branch and went into the girls' cabin. Most of the girls were asleep- I didn't give a shit or a second look to the ones that weren't.

Anger seeped through me. It started at the tips of my feet and burned all the way through my arms. My eyes itched and I could feel the tears burning at them. I buried my fists in my eyes as I tried not to think about it. The tears came anyway- thank god I'm a silent crybaby. I rolled over on my side- putting my back to the rest of the room. With my head hurting, my body broken and my feelings crushed I went to sleep.

Needless to say- Nightmares filled my night.