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Description: Jessica expects exactly jack-shit when she moves to the far edge of the suburbs. Instead, she gets an abandoned church in the silent part of the woods, a hazy creature stalking her from out of the corn, and a secret sheās hidden from herself. On the bright side, sheās found exactly the group of idiots that wonāt let her deal with it alone.
A/N: This is my first time posting fic to tumblr so??? Idk what Iām doing
Jessicaās exaggerating when she says that Cottonwood was the last place on Earth she wants to spend her summer, but only a little. The place is basically a wasteland of bizarre lawn ornaments, old white people, and houses that wouldnāt ever stop smelling like bad candles. Technically, itās the suburbs, but not the movie suburbs where the houses are all the same, the lawns are all perfect, and there are house parties, those kind of suburbs wouldāve sucked just slightly less. Sheād moved in with her dad a day and a half ago and she can already tell that nothing ever happens.Ā
Itās not just moving unexpectedly in the summer when none of her friends are around to say goodbye, or that her junior year will be at a completely new school where people genuinely care about football, but that itās fucking Cottonwood. To put it simply, Jessica is trapped in a purgatory between pissed and bored out of her mind. And thatās in the middle of a āpartyā, too.
Hypothetically, itās her dadās way of celebrating her being there, except she has not a single memory of any of these distant relatives and all the food contains gelatin, cool whip, or both. She tries a vegetable tray, thinking that thereās no way to mess that up, just to find everything coated in sugar. One of her supposed uncles is wearing a MAGA hat, and itās taking every ounce of her self control not to physically combust every time she has the misfortune of looking at him. Sheās only holding herself back because her dad is really, really trying and she knows it, so sheāll have to just talk to him about it once everyoneās cleared out. Not that thatās a huge comfort. It was at least 90° out and humid, her phone was at 9%, and nobodyās showing any signs of slowing down.
She stares at the edge of the woods. Everyoneās clumped in the part of the backyard thatās under the shade of some very flimsy tents, the rest of the space made up of a plain of dried, cracking grass and a few kids climbers that she hadnāt even used when she was six, caked with dirt and falling apart in a corner. It looks post-apocalyptic, except for theĀ group of aunts behind her talking about some gossip so boring that it fades into the background with everything else.
Ā It would be easy, to just walk out into the trees, she thinks without meaning to and suddenly the idea wonāt go away. They look cool, and quiet, and like she wonāt be forced to eat bits of pretzel in watermelon jello once sheās in there. She can disappear into the woods for an hour or two. She can disappear.Ā
Jessica grabs her boots, the heavy ones that have been caked in mud so much that she doesnāt remember what color they were when she bought them, lacing them up as tight as theyāll go. She leaves the tents and the strangers and the questions behind, walking across the crunching grass and into the trees. As the crab-grass fades into leaves and little plants, she thinks that she was right: itās much cooler in here.Ā
There isnāt a path, obviously, but as long as she just keeps walking straight, sheāll be fine. Stopping now doesnāt even seem like an option, not when thereās so much deeper to go, now that sheās taken the first steps. Moss clings to the sides of rocks and fungi grows from dead logs, sunlight falls from between the branches, tinted green and splattering over everything. She thinks that she can hear the burble of a stream from somewhere just a little farther, and Jessica wants to find it. Somehow, though thereās no difference between where her feet fall and the rest of the ground, it feels like sheās on a trail anyway, outlined between the trees.
So maybe she loses track of time, and badly, but time isnāt real during the summer anyway. But that doesnāt keep the sunlight from getting thinner and the woods grayer. Maybe she shouldāve turned back way sooner, but Jessica swears, every time she pushes back a branch or climbs over a boulder that the creek must be behind it, over and over and over until, finally, it is.Ā But the water isnāt alone.
Ā She rounds a corner in the not-path and finds her feet at the edge of mud and, past that, a church.Ā Or something that used to be a church. The wood is faded, some of it splintered and falling apart, with gaps in the walls and plaster-dust coating the floor in the parts of the inside she can see. Itās a big, ancient-looking building, like itās rotted here in the woods as long as there have been trees, but really it probably isnāt more than 20 years old.
Ā Jessica takes a few steps closer to the creek but doesnāt cross it, walking back and forth along the edge to see more instead.Ā It looks like parts of it are burned, just odd patches crumbling into ash, the roof caved in over one part, and through a busted-up gap in the wall she can see a few plastic chairs scattered on their sides over a rotted carpet. Thereās a cross above the door closest to her, the golden paint on it chipped around the center but still shiny in the slanted evening light.Ā The building goes on and thereās plenty left to explore, but Jessica stops at the edge, her feet just starting to sink into the mud.
Ā Look, sheās not a superstitious person, she considers herself down-to-earth and reasonable, but as much as she hates to say it, sheās got a feeling. Except itās not really her feeling, but one that this place owns, hanging over everything; itās something like dread but quieter. Silent. Nothing moves but her own lungs and ribs, a standstill between her and the empty church. But something, a presence or a feeling or terror, rises, looming like a wave coming from the inside out, about to crash, and for a half second thereās the feeling of light, a pinprick of it in her spine where her back meets her neck--Ā
Fuck that, Jessica thinks, grabbing a solid branch from next to her and turning to sprint back into the woods. Of course there isnāt any real danger, the logical part of her brain reminds her, but thereās also no one around to see her running away. Not that booking it fixes the problem. It really just makes her feel like prey, and she holds onto her stick tighter.
Now timeās really gone sideways, and it feels like forever or just a moment before sheās at the edge of the trees again. Itās really dark now, her legs ache, and it takes a long, long time for breathing not to hurt, but it felt like just a few steps to get her here. She knows that it took hours to get that far in. Jessica also knows that sheās lost.Ā Ā
Itās definitely not her dadās, cramped, badly-painted house in front of her, but something much bigger and much nicer, something that doesnāt remotely belong in her neighborhood. Shit, shit, shit. Sheāll just have to find out where she is and call her dad to pick her up, she thinks, heading towards the street--
āWhoās there?ā Comes a hesitant voice from in front of her, towards the house, and she freezes, watching a flashlight beam dance over the ground.Ā
The grass here is actually green and well kept, too, so definitely not anywhere close to her street. But sheās in Alabama, rich neighborhood or not, so thereās probably someone around here keeps a shotgun for the sole purpose of anyone on their property. Jessica crosses her fingers.
āUh, hey, I think Iām lost?ā She calls, still holding onto her stick because sheās not stupid.Ā
The beam of light approaches, revealing everything around it, and she immediately decides that sheās safe because she can totally take the guy holding the flashlight. He looks right around her age, scrawny and kinda pale, with big eyes looking at her cautiously out from under a hat. She lets the stick hang down by her side.
āWhy--what were you doing in the woods? I thought you were a murderer,ā Not-a-Threat explains, and she raises an eyebrow.
āYou thought a murderer was coming out of the woods and you go towards them?ā He looks guilty, scratching at the back of his neck and failing to come up with a good explanation, so she plows on.
Ā āI just got lost and came out at the wrong spot and my dadās probably totally worried about me, can you drive?ā Her phone is completely dead, so the sooner she gets home the less grounded sheāll be.Ā
āUhhh, not really, but I have a friend who can?ā Jessica sighs, more exasperated now than actually shaken, and nods.Ā
She stands in the dark grass while Not-a-Threat calls his friend who can drive, looking up at the light leaking out from the windows of the big house and listening to the roar of the cicadas.Ā As they go around to the street to wait, she feels stupid. Not just for getting lost in the woods but for genuinely getting scared enough to run out of them like that, like thereās anything to worry about. Sure, an abandoned church in the woods at night is something only an idiot in a horror movie would explore, but she couldāve just walked back and maybe then actually gotten back to her own house.
Ā āSo uh, Iām Jay,ā says the guy, shifting the flashlight to his other hand so he can offer the right one, and she takes it.
āJessica.ā They stand under the streetlight for a long time after that until an old, beat-up van pulls up, the edges faded purple, a guy waving out the window at them. Heās looks a little bit scruffy but mostly just tired, with the most actual sideburns sheās ever seen on a teenager in her life, but her first instinct is that heās good. Still, she brings her stick with her into the back of the car, and borrows Jayās phone so she can call her dad and let her know the situation. Heās kind of mad but mostly relieved, and guilt tangles in her stomach.
Jayās friend is named Tim and he is in fact a good guy, clearly making an effort to chat with her as the streetlights come in and out of view beside them. He doesnāt seem surprised when Jessica explains that Jay was going to try and talk to a stranger shuffling out of the woods at night, just laughs and shakes his head. She explains that sheās just moved from Montgomery and gets an adequate amount of sympathy for her situation, and it turns out that theyāre going to the same high school in the fall, though, thankfully, neither Jay nor Tim seem like they care about football even a little bit. They give her pointers for which teachers are incompetent and which classmates to avoid, and rehash some of last yearās drama to someone who hasnāt heard it all a billion times.
Ā Itās the usual stuff that comes with stupid horny teenagers getting stuck with each other for nine months, and by the time theyāre pulling into her driveway, Jayās finishing up a rambling story of two seniors who went at it in the teacherās lounge and their literature teacherās dramatic tale of her walking in on it, and she feels more like a real person again.Ā Through the window, she sees her dad stop pacing, running his hands through his hair, and she hurries to get out before the carās even fully stopped.
Ā āJessie, youāre okay!ā Heās hugging her, too tightly, but she doesnāt mind. Still, she untangles him after a moment, hyper-aware of Jay and Tim still in the car.Ā
āIām sorry dad, I uh, I just wanted to go for a hike and I got lost?ā It sounds pathetic as far as excuses go, even if itās actually what happened, but her dad seems content to chew her out later.
āYouāre back in one piece, thatās what matters. Just never, ever do that again. Now, who helped you get here?ā He asks, and she immediately knows, dreads, whatās coming.Ā
āYou boys, come on out here, I need to thank you.āThey awkwardly get out of the car and stand in front of her dad, Jay picking at a loose thread in his jacket and Tim standing up way too straight, like heās expecting to be judged on his posture. Instead, her dad just ruffles their hair in the most dad-like and embarrassing way possible, beaming.
Ā āThank you so much for bringing my daughter home safely. I worry a lot about these younger generations, but youāre two fine young gentlemen, thank you for proving me wrong. Would you like to come over for lunch tomorrow as a reward?ā He offers, and they share a look, mumbling and eventually sort of agreeing out of obligation, but by that point sheās got a hand over her eyes in exasperation.Ā
She looks up, though, when she hears Tim scrambling around in the back of the car for something, coming back out with the stick sheād left there.āUh, you want this?ā He drawls, and she laughs, taking it. Her dad insists that they come over one more time before letting them go and hugs he one more time before letting her stumble back into the house and up to the bedroom that had been hers when she visited as a kid but is still unfamiliar, and sheās suddenly exhausted.
Jessica forgets all about the little church in the woods, for now.
Federica tiene problemas en la escuela por venir de un lugar con poco dinero. Le suelen molestar todo el tiempo: que si no tiene linda ropa, que come lo mismo todo los dias, que camina sola a un taller de reparación. A ella no le importa hasta que nombrar a su papĆ”, si lo haces te viene una pelea al estilo boxeo.Ā