They were at the park.

Despite it being late, it seemed none of them could sleep. Sonye was sprawled in the grass, a ways away from the jungle gym which Jeff and Jack were childishly running around on. Jeff's cackling laughter and Jack's soft baritone floated through the air and danced in her ears. It had been three days since the initial late night snack in the kitchen. The cravings had only increased since then, although she didn't feel as though she was starving, she certainly lost her appetite towards any other foods. Jeff and Jack hadn't noticed or at least seemed to not particularly care what she was eating. Although maybe they did because it seemed more and more of the refrigerators space seemed to become cluttered with the crimson bags.

Sonye heard a yell and a harsh thud followed a moment later by some wheezing and Jacks mumbling voice of I told you, you shouldn't jump from there.

What followed were some choice words from a breathless Jeff, no doubt winded from one of his many escapades.

Fingers grasped the cool grass before sinking into the chilly earth just a tad. Sonye breathed in, held it a moment, and breathed out. Her hooded eyes watched the waxing moon shine in the night sky, surrounded by the dim glow of stars and rebellious clouds. She thought of the wings-butterfly wings, thin, delicate, but strange because they were somewhere they weren't suppose to be, why did she have wings, she's a freak,freak,frea-and wondered if it was possible to fly up there-to the moon, never come back, never-then Jack was looming over her. His blue mask almost indistinguishable in the darkness, liquid dripped onto her face, no doubt coming from him and his tear-ducts. Sonye never questioned it.

She didn't question a lot of things concerning them.

Subconsciously though, she knew she was scared of the reasons behind it. Behind them. She'd heard the whispers in the halls of the murders happening left and right. She didn't want to know what this meant, what any of it meant, if she put the puzzle pieces together-

And then Jeff stepped up next to him, his pale face lighting up under the moonlight, smile stretched wide, eyes even wider, he wore a black jacket-the white one he buried in her closet was covered in blood,crusted and dark and smelling of iron. She didn't want to know who it belonged to, the blood, not the jacket, because that was obviously Jeff's but who did the blood belong to? Who died,was killed,murdered-no, she didn't want to know.

"Come on, babe. You look like you're going to turn into a Popsicle at this rate. Lets head back, unless of course you want me to carry you." Jeff said, extending an arm down towards her, hand stretched out. Her hooded eyes blinked once-twice and she grasped it, the calluses always surprised her, his skin didn't look rough but it always was and it never ceased to surprise her. He pulled her to her feet and wrapped an arm around her waist, exuding heat like a furnace to warm her up. Jack grasped her hand, silent as usual and palm cool to the touch and together they began the short trek to her house.

Surprisingly, the lights of her home were already on once they got there.

Even more surprisingly, her mothers car was in the driveway.

...

(I'm not dead yet )