Saturday November 8 at 11:20 pm EST
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the_siobhanHoly fucksticks, I need another drink. I don't care if it's number um, I forget.
When we got back to the cabin Sabz was there but obviously worse for the experience. Her clothes were torn to ratshit adn there were twigs and leaves sticking out of her hair. She didn't seem to know how she had gotten back to the cabin or what had happened to her. We ended up just plying her with alcohol until she had calmed down enough that we could put her to bed in the hope that she would be more coherant after a good sleep. Then the rest of us cracked a drink, took a deep breath and tried to calm the hell down.
None of us was particularly in a party mood, at the same time none of us really wanted to go to bed right away. We ended up mostly just sitting quietly lost in our own thoughts. So when one of the floorboards creaked it sounded like a gunshot in the silence. We all jumped about a foot out of our seats and whipped around to see Sabz in the doorway. She looked like absolute hell - paper-white and soaking wet, her hair hanging in strings in her face. Her eyes had sunken back in her face and were so puffy and bruised looking it looked like somebody had punched her. She looked like a kitten that had fallen into the toilet.
I still don't know what the fuck happened - or how the hell she managed to get so soaked - but it's a testament to how traumatised she was that when Axel went over to comfort her she tried to bite him. Of course he recoiled and the two of them fell on teh floor together. Darrell and I rushed over to help and her grip on Axel was shockingly strong. We finally got them apart and as she flailed around on teh ground she grabbed a pencil off a nearby table and drove the entire length of it into Darrell's leg.
Sabz could not be calmed, consoled or controlled. We finally just ended up throwing her back into her bedroom and slapping a broom handle through the door handle so that she couldn't open from the inside. Then we propped Darrell's foot up on the table and wrapped it up as tight as we could. He bled like a fountain, but weirdly it all had soacked through the floorboards by the time we were done bandaging him up.
With Sabz in hysterics and Darrell seroiusly injured, it was obvious we needed to get out of there. Because my luck is bullshit the rain had started up again and now I could see the flashes of lightening I had once looked forward to shattering the sky over the lake. Possibly because of the storm, none of us had phone signal any more - probably becaues of the storm - so 911 was out of the question.
The only solution was to drive into the closest town for help. Axel had drunk less than me, so we helped Darrell hobble to the car and the two of them drove off to get help. I went back to the cabin and sat in the living room watching the bedroom door while it shook and shuddered and Sabz screeched threats behind it. This was not turning out to be the relaxing weekend we had all hoped for.
When we got back to the cabin Sabz was there but obviously worse for the experience. Her clothes were torn to ratshit adn there were twigs and leaves sticking out of her hair. She didn't seem to know how she had gotten back to the cabin or what had happened to her. We ended up just plying her with alcohol until she had calmed down enough that we could put her to bed in the hope that she would be more coherant after a good sleep. Then the rest of us cracked a drink, took a deep breath and tried to calm the hell down.
None of us was particularly in a party mood, at the same time none of us really wanted to go to bed right away. We ended up mostly just sitting quietly lost in our own thoughts. So when one of the floorboards creaked it sounded like a gunshot in the silence. We all jumped about a foot out of our seats and whipped around to see Sabz in the doorway. She looked like absolute hell - paper-white and soaking wet, her hair hanging in strings in her face. Her eyes had sunken back in her face and were so puffy and bruised looking it looked like somebody had punched her. She looked like a kitten that had fallen into the toilet.
I still don't know what the fuck happened - or how the hell she managed to get so soaked - but it's a testament to how traumatised she was that when Axel went over to comfort her she tried to bite him. Of course he recoiled and the two of them fell on teh floor together. Darrell and I rushed over to help and her grip on Axel was shockingly strong. We finally got them apart and as she flailed around on teh ground she grabbed a pencil off a nearby table and drove the entire length of it into Darrell's leg.
Sabz could not be calmed, consoled or controlled. We finally just ended up throwing her back into her bedroom and slapping a broom handle through the door handle so that she couldn't open from the inside. Then we propped Darrell's foot up on the table and wrapped it up as tight as we could. He bled like a fountain, but weirdly it all had soacked through the floorboards by the time we were done bandaging him up.
With Sabz in hysterics and Darrell seroiusly injured, it was obvious we needed to get out of there. Because my luck is bullshit the rain had started up again and now I could see the flashes of lightening I had once looked forward to shattering the sky over the lake. Possibly because of the storm, none of us had phone signal any more - probably becaues of the storm - so 911 was out of the question.
The only solution was to drive into the closest town for help. Axel had drunk less than me, so we helped Darrell hobble to the car and the two of them drove off to get help. I went back to the cabin and sat in the living room watching the bedroom door while it shook and shuddered and Sabz screeched threats behind it. This was not turning out to be the relaxing weekend we had all hoped for.