Chapter Twenty-Seven
"This place is...is quaint." Annabel muttered as she stared at the cabin in front of her. The cabin was in better shape then the hospital at least; the shingles from the roof were rotted and falling off and the front window had been broken by a fallen tree branch.
"Yeah, it's a real fixer-upper I know but it'll have to do. My dad and my mom and I used to come here when I was little, so you can guess how old it is." Clear said and pushed the front door open.
The door swung open and then fell off its hinges. Annabel stared at the door as it thudded to the ground.
"A real fixer-upper." Clear repeated and walked inside.
Annabel followed her, stepping over the rotted door and into the cabin. The house looked like someone had 'baby-proofed' it but had done a horrible job. Stray nails in the walls were covered with corks and things were taped to the wall with duck tape. In the fireplace were balled up newspaper pages that someone had thrown in; a rusted lantern rested on the ground near the fireplace beside a paper from a year ago.
As Annabel looked around, Clear begun to place things together. "Alex must have done this." She muttered, more to herself than to Annabel.
"So, we're going to stay here?" Annabel asked, moving from room to room. The other rooms weren't as safety-tized as the first room was. There were two bedrooms in the cabin, the beds were made but the sheets were covered with dust and leaves that had blown in through broken windows.
"We don't really have a choice. It's not that bad now is it?" Clear asked as Annabel came back to join her in the living room.
"The door fell off." Annabel pointed out.
"So, we'll fix it." Clear muttered.
"Um, Clear, I hate to break up the little girl-party but its not like I'm going to be living here for a long time. I just came here so you can help me understand everything, and you telling me that story didn't help. So, as soon as I understand I'm outta here and you're going to be here by yourself. Sorry if that sounded harsh or anything." Annabel said.
Clear didn't seem to be offended by Annabel's words. "Okay well, until then it's spend the night sleep tight and I don't plan to sleep with no door." Clear said.
Annabel knew she had a point but she still wasn't looking forward to staying in the cabin, even if the door hadn't fallen off. "All right." She muttered and walked over to join Clear at the refrigerator. It was bare, which meant a shopping trip, which meant heading back to town.
Almost as though she could read Annabel's mind, Clear announced that they needed to go back into town, which was just fine with Annabel.
The two headed back out again, stepping over the door and taking the path back into town.
"This place is...is quaint." Annabel muttered as she stared at the cabin in front of her. The cabin was in better shape then the hospital at least; the shingles from the roof were rotted and falling off and the front window had been broken by a fallen tree branch.
"Yeah, it's a real fixer-upper I know but it'll have to do. My dad and my mom and I used to come here when I was little, so you can guess how old it is." Clear said and pushed the front door open.
The door swung open and then fell off its hinges. Annabel stared at the door as it thudded to the ground.
"A real fixer-upper." Clear repeated and walked inside.
Annabel followed her, stepping over the rotted door and into the cabin. The house looked like someone had 'baby-proofed' it but had done a horrible job. Stray nails in the walls were covered with corks and things were taped to the wall with duck tape. In the fireplace were balled up newspaper pages that someone had thrown in; a rusted lantern rested on the ground near the fireplace beside a paper from a year ago.
As Annabel looked around, Clear begun to place things together. "Alex must have done this." She muttered, more to herself than to Annabel.
"So, we're going to stay here?" Annabel asked, moving from room to room. The other rooms weren't as safety-tized as the first room was. There were two bedrooms in the cabin, the beds were made but the sheets were covered with dust and leaves that had blown in through broken windows.
"We don't really have a choice. It's not that bad now is it?" Clear asked as Annabel came back to join her in the living room.
"The door fell off." Annabel pointed out.
"So, we'll fix it." Clear muttered.
"Um, Clear, I hate to break up the little girl-party but its not like I'm going to be living here for a long time. I just came here so you can help me understand everything, and you telling me that story didn't help. So, as soon as I understand I'm outta here and you're going to be here by yourself. Sorry if that sounded harsh or anything." Annabel said.
Clear didn't seem to be offended by Annabel's words. "Okay well, until then it's spend the night sleep tight and I don't plan to sleep with no door." Clear said.
Annabel knew she had a point but she still wasn't looking forward to staying in the cabin, even if the door hadn't fallen off. "All right." She muttered and walked over to join Clear at the refrigerator. It was bare, which meant a shopping trip, which meant heading back to town.
Almost as though she could read Annabel's mind, Clear announced that they needed to go back into town, which was just fine with Annabel.
The two headed back out again, stepping over the door and taking the path back into town.
