#steviesdemon

Bumping into people wasn’t a new thing, of course, that’s just how people are, but this was the first time here, and boy, the ground was wet. Ruby looked up at the girl in front of her and laughed, shaking her head slightly. She looked terrified. It was just a lil’ traffic accident! “Ain’t no big deal,” she laughed, standing and brushing off her skirt the best she could. “Things like that happen. Don’t get yourself all riled up for nothin’.” She grinned, expression sincere. “The name’s Ruby.”

After a while, she found a little cove. She guessed it was the center of the maze. It had a bench, and a small fountain. Where the water was coming from, she had no clue. She sat on the bench and enjoyed her snow cone peacefully, until someone sat on the opposite end.

Imogen sat on the pier, smoking a cigarette. Her combat boot clad feet swung above the water, her laces dangling. The sun had just set, and she had wasted yet another day. Living here was starting to depress her. She had no job, no family and no friends- with good reason, though. She was always so afraid of someone finding out what she was hiding, and then being scared and running away. She knew she was a monster, but it’s not like she could help it. A tear leaked out of her eye. She just wanted to go home.

“I’ve got all the theory of it down. Never really had to try it out, though. My phone is my only real piece of tech right now, and that never fails me.” She replied. Reading about computers was one thing- actually handling one was another. Seeing the stress it could cause others, she had done her very best to avoid getting more tech.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?” she said, frowning slightly. It was a perfectly rainy day, and the girls had decided to take a hike to explore the less built-up corners of the island. Stevie had worried about her skin, but Jenny had talked her round eventually, promising they’d stay under the cover of the trees.  And now here they were, in the centre of the woods, without any inkling as to where they may be. And the sun was beginning to set.

Everyone had a favourite book. Everyone read something. Jenny had known she’d find a book that even Stevie would want to read, eventually. And in all her years of studying non-fiction, Jenny had never quite found the time to indulge in the fictional worlds. Only a few days had passed when Stevie had called Jenny, complaining of feeling poorly, and not knowing who else to call for company. Having nothing better, as usual, to do that day than study, Jenny had come over, a few books under her arm to keep her busy. It had been something of a shock to find Stevie in bed, in a house devoid of books, save for one series. “Read it to me?” the other girl had asked, and Jenny had not needed asking twice. Settling down with her head on the other girl’s lap, she had begun to read. The book was heavy, and she felt herself drifting off. “The evening was closing in, and his cloaked figure quickly vanished into the twilight. Frodo did not see him again for a long…” Jenny mumbled, as sleep took over, and she found herself asleep on the other girl’s lap.