So, mom asked me if something was wrong when she saw me just staring at the old desktop computer I had in my old bed room. It wasn't nearly as open or lit as my Blackwell dorm.
All I could read was the countless news articles that were sprawling on the internet: "Massive Storm Rages the Northwest" "Small Port Town Destroyed: Hundreds Dead and Homeless" "Freak Weather Turns Deadly"
Just so much grim and death. My facebook account was filled with messages from people who weren't in Arcadia Bay at the time of the storm. Some people thought I was one of the people who didn't make it out. To be, for lack of a better word frank, I think everyone who wasn't there, thought everyone who was there died.
The only people who possibly had a chance of surviving the hell-hole of a storm, were the people in the Dark Room.
I hate to think that THAT place is the only thing left standing, even if the barn isn't.
Because of my time meddling, Jefferson would never get to take those photos of me in the Dark Room. But he could of taken Victoria's... he could of killed her before the storm even came. And David, he knew. He was so close the entire time. And then Nathan... Nathan never stood a chance.
Oh dear god. What have I done?
"Maxine, you feeling ok? You look a bit pale. Why don't you get some rest? Chloe, I hope you don't mind rooming with her until we can find a place for you. Or you could sleep on the couch?"
My mother sounded so worried, so concerned, she even cared about Chloe's preference.
"Nah, I'm totally chill with sleeping with Max. We've had plenty of sleepovers before."
For some reason a blush crossed my face at the though of Chloe sleeping in the same bed I slept in for five years without her.
After my mother left. Chloe looked at me with those eyes of her.
"So, got any good music up here in Seattle? Man, after all that driving I just want to get off my ass!"
Chloe for some reason, always knew what to say to make me smile. I called her a goof-ball, knowing that my parents wouldn't like the loud music so late. However Chloe didn't listen and decided to play some music off of my old desktop. She must of looked it up because I could hear the familar song.
"Come on Max, shake that! You've got to get the blood to start pumping you're looking so pale."
I told her I would be fine, I simply just sat on my bed and watched Chloe dance.
I could watch her dance forever and just feel in piece.
I just wish, I could stay in those little moments of time.
I knew that soon, I would have to tell my story to my mother and father, how me and Chloe survived Arcadia Bay.
I just don't know quite what to say to them at all.