You see everything. The blood, the axe, the screams and the running. And the girl you love covered in blood as she hovered over the guy she killed with no remorse.
You’re used to dealing with Shauna’s rude remarks and attitude. You recognize that she has a reason for her demeanor. You understand unlike the others. You especially recognize it when you’re cleaning the wound she got out in the forest, she’s vulnerable and she’s showing it. You don’t make it a big deal, only comfort her in the best way you can.
You hate the way she comforts him, controls his breathing. You hate it even more when you see the bulge in his pants rise. Your jaw tightens and your chest stings with anger.