A/N: Thank you for reading, all of you. This is a single chapter, and it is both sad and funny. I thought that it would be nice to introduce a character to bring a light side and even darker side to this dark, dark tale. So now I introduce to you my new creation, and the comedy of this story. Have fun.

Chapter: Do You Want To See What Crying Has Given Me?

Yet another child had arrived at Camp Green Lake since that fateful night. She was a girl, and her name was Matilda. Matilda was 7 years old. She was very skinny, had big aqua eyes, light brown hair, and pointy ears (she was not an elf). And she cried. A lot. So much, that she was on everyone's hit list by the end of her first day. The good news was that she was not staying in D-Tent. The bad news was that she was bunking in C-Tent, which was next door. Every night around 1 a.m., she would start bawling her eyes out. By the end of her first week, the people in C and D-Tent were collapsing into their holes out of lack of sleep. The event that happens in this chapter, though, occurred on a random night. Everyone had lost track of the days, so no one knew how long she had been there. It was a night like any other. At one o'clock a.m., the cries started. Everyone in C and D-Tent woke with a start and grumbled. No one did a thing though. Jules, however, was at her wits' end. She had not had a good sleep in at least 2 weeks, and her eyes were bloodshot. She got up and said, "That's the last straw! I'm going to do something about this!" "That's insane," Stanley whispered groggily. "Nothing can be done." "I'll try at least," she said and tiptoed out of D-Tent and into C-Tent.

The children of C-Tent saw, though they were half-awake, a dark figure creeping through their tent. But they thought it was just a vision, so they attempted to go back to sleep. The creeping figure (Jules) grabbed the crying girl and dragged her outside. "Why the HELL are you crying?!?," was what she asked (or whispered very loudly, in an angry tone). "You are depriving us of our sleep! And besides, you have nothing to moan about. But you still do! WHY?" Matilda sniffled and said in a gurgly voice, "They took my mama and never gave her back. They said she passed away. But she hasn't come yet. Who are you, anyway?" Jules took a breath and said carefully, "My name is Jules, I come from the tent next door. Your mom is not coming back. Passed away means dead, Matilda. Your mom's dead." Matilda stared at Jules, then started to cry again. Jules groaned. "Stop crying for Christ's sake!" "But I'm Jewish," Matilda said, and continued to sob. Jules sighed. "That's not the point! What I'm trying to say is that no one cares. Crying doesn't fix anything."

"Because it makes me feel better!", Matilda screamed.

Jules felt the anger boil up inside of her. She was getting so very angry with the nerve of this little girl. How could she be so ignorant, so disrespectful, so cruel to her elders?

Jules exploded.

"DO YOU WANT TO SEE WHAT CRYING, THAT VERY THING OF CRYING HAS GIVEN ME?!? DO YOU?" This was so loud that it must have been heard in China.

Matilda had stopped crying, but had started staring at Jules with watery eyes.

"I'LL SHOW YOU THEN!", she screamed and instantly she started ripping off the casts. She was done, for some reason, in a jiffy. And what was Matilda's reaction?

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

For there was a mess of dry blood, flesh, bone, and bruised skin on each forelimb. There wasn't much skin left, it looked as though it had been ripped off. Not by accident, but on purpose, and by human hands. On one arm, the wounds traveled up to one of Jules' fingers. There wasn't a lot of bone sticking out, but if there was any, it was horrid to look at. The dried blood wasn't red, but a brownie-red, almost like mud. But you could tell it was blood.

The earsplitting scream was heard by everyone in the camp. Jules was reduced to rolling around on the floor in hysterics, laughing in a creepy way to herself: a disturbed laugh. Zigzag was the first out of D-Tent, his hair extremely wild and frizzy. He rushed to Jules' side and wrapped his arms around her and said in a low voice, "It's all right, everything's okay..." Zero had walked out to see what the noise was. And for once in his time spent their, he spoke loud and clear.

He cleared his throat and said, "Everyone calm down! Go back to sleep. Let Rick and I handle this."

Jules stopped shaking, smiled, and said softly, "That was mature of you, Hector." Zero blushed.

Finally the counselors came out. "What in the Lord's name is wrong with her?" "Nothing," said Stan, who had come out of D-tent because of the scream. "Nothing you would care about, anyway." but he had come closer to her and, upon further examination, gasped and asked, "Who did this to you?"

Jules said only this:

"This is what crying has given me."