a painful reunion

This is the other best friend, Madison . a second pain lost to the terrible past...

The guilt that grips me is unbearable to see! I know I'm not responsible for all of this.

But I've been feeling this way since I got here and I can't lose it anymore: I'm used to it. Every second that passes, I pay for it, my face starts to give way to tears but I control myself like a power that confronts me in front. Clenching my fists, I look back at the icy, cold landscape outside.

Behind the reflection of the flames, I see her smile and say:

-Yes, it's a nice little house. You know what's weird? When was the last time we saw each other here?

The silence falls silent again.

And what made us come this time? Was it the poor letter we received?

-Yes... everyone whispers this word and it is hardly audible!

Everyone is silent again, not finding the words to express themselves ... True strangers meet for the first time and no one finds it strange .

No one finds reasons to leave and leave this stinking place.

Several minutes passed, the storm intensified, the wind howled with all its might and became stronger and stronger.

Blowing through the window as if the cold air took up the whole place of the cabin.

Soon, a real downpour began, there was nothing: no internet connection, no phone ... In large, it is really cut off from the outside world! and it became clear to everyone that we could not leave the house until the storm subsided. I refuse to stay here again and my mother must be worried right now, I hope my sister has already warned her .

Madison speaks first:

-I found some blankets here. They are comfortable!

She hands me the blanket and says: Here, Linda... in her words I tremble again ... what do I have to lose now? my pain, my sorrow, my pain ...

I have lost my two dear friends and who will be next? I really have a hatred, against everyone, especially towards this fucking psychopath. He separated me from my two best friends, from everyone, from the city. When I think about him, I just want to cut his head off, I know: my heart is atrocious.... the worst part of it all, innocent people are dying every minute and he hasn't even been captured ....but what revenge will be able to silence this hatred that burns inside of me and gain all the trust and love of others?! I will have to carry all this with me for the rest of my life and it exhausts me...so much that I can't describe it....

-Thank you...I tell him

I turn around at the back of the room and walk away from everything and everyone.

They sit on the couch probably thinking about this situation and especially about the letter.

-Well, since there's nothing here, we should get going, I say to my sister.

I go for the window but John blocks my way.

-You can't go until the storm is over.

- Who are you to come and stop me?! I shouted at him.

I turn around abruptly, tipping him back a little and punching the table.

Everyone is surprised and looks at me as if I had committed a crime again.

If only and if this punch is aimed at my heart, then I put an end to all this suffering.

Bleeding hand, I slam all the doors of the closet looking for a bandage misplaced somewhere.

The silence fell silent again.

Once calmed down, I put my hand under the tap and I wrap it with the bandage found at the bottom of the drawer.

My sister breaks the silence by saying:

-Since I came here, I don't think I'm doing very well. I don't know what feeling I have to face every day...

-I think we all feel it...says John

...Everyone has gone silent again...

I really wanted to leave in the face of all this but I am forced to stay to understand the mystery and what happened two years ago and to face again one of the truths that I still do not know. It was obvious that others felt the same way...

-If we are stuck here, we can talk, this silence is killing me... says Jessica.

-What's going on?...this question has been nagging at me since I got to this cabin, it's just that we all seem to have changed so much since then...said John.

-ok, not the past please, especially in this atmosphere! announces my sister.

-In fact, apart from the past, we have nothing in common. says Madison.

John gets up and walks around the room. Approaching me, he says:

-So, you're not from here and so New York is far from the ideal city, right?

-Yes, that's right, ... telling me in a low voice.

-We live in Chicago now, actually. cuts me off Jessica.

-After Rosenwood, any city seems unlivable, right?!

- You bet...I'm barely whispering.

- What was your first impression of Rosenwood?! I can only imagine the horror....hehehe, he smiles.

I roll my eyes and turn my gaze back to the window hoping this whole circus will end because it makes me very uncomfortable.

-Yeah...for sure Rosenwood is not the only city that is livable....

Jessica continues:

-I remember my parents were crazy to leave New York to come and live here, they wanted peace and quiet...unpacking every corner of the house, they couldn't wait to get out of the capital, and we didn't even want to help them. I remember making plans to get out of the house just to stay in New York...we would make escape plans and everything but we would always go to Central Park to look at the giant stars of the city, we would think what kind of scenery was Rosenwood?! and what's going to happen to us there?!...