Chapter 37
Tiffany sat in Deborah's hospital room as her friend slept quietly in her bed. Deborah's parents had gone off to make some difficult phone calls to some heartbroken parents. Tiffany's parents had spoken to her on the phone and insisted she came home, but she told them she wanted to stay with Deborah, so they agreed to meet her at the hospital.
As she sat in silence, she flipped the T.V. on quietly and gazed at its bright screen. She checked her friend. Fortunately, she hadn't woken up to the new stimulant in the room. Flipping the channel over to the local news, she watched the story that she had just escaped unfold before her again.
On T.V. was J.R. talking about their entire ordeal at Camp Crystal Lake. He looked messy and exhausted, but reporters never seemed to care. They needed the story. She also caught an interview with Chad. Both of them looked like they needed a shower and some sleep.
A reporter spoke about the history of Camp Crystal Lake, making mention of the murders in the past by the same Jason Voorhees. She stood in front of the dark entrance of the camp and Tiffany crossed her fingers, hoping that Jason was long gone. The last thing she wanted was for that pyscho to add another body to his list.
As she watched the news, her thoughts drifted to Vanessa. Her best friend had died so that she could live. It was tough to bear. It almost made her feel guilty. And on top of that, where could anyone ever find a friend as good as Vanessa? Where else could she find a friend willing to give their life to save her?
She didn't have to look far to find her answer. With a warm smile and heartbroken tears, she reached over and took Deborah's hand in her own. Certainly, she would never replace Vanessa. No, Vanessa was one of a kind. But she was a friend. A friend that Tiffany never thought she'd have, but she saw them going far together.