Julia Barkey

The pity in Matt__ eyes was almost too much to bear but she found herself unable to turn away. She had only seen that look once and that was when he almost lost Nichole. The sparkle in his eye burned out as if it was nothing more than a dying ember leaving his brown eyes dark and cold. Like Scott__.

There__ someone here.___ know._ She said, __here__ Scott?_ ____ not sure,_ He said, __ thought you were going to wait outside with Nichole and Matt.___e decided to come in.___ou mean they__e in here too?___es.___kay_ He said calmly, __ou stay here.__he nodded as he turned to go.__h, and Carrie.___es?___ould you actually listen to me this time?_ He asked with a faint smile on his face.

I might__e found a way to cure them._ Crystal said in a jumble of words. __ure them? Permanently?_ __es sir._ He thought about this a moment before speaking, __ou__e got two weeks, can you do it by then?_ __hat__ plenty of time sir, thank you.

No,_ Scott__ voice cracked, __arrie look at me._ Carrie bit down on her lip and tried to focus on the healing process. The usual sensation of the energy flowing through her finger tips was a weak haze and it completely disappeared when Scott whispered, defeated, __arrie, please.

She crawled into her bed and curled into a tiny ball. She was suddenly aware of how small the space was that she was occupying compared to the largeness of the world. With a heavy pain in her chest she closed her eyes. She no longer resisted sleep for she knew that her dreadful nightmares were unavoidable. It was about time she got used to them. She held onto the image of Will__ face as long as she could, desperately hoping that some of his goodness would carry on into the night.

__lright, who__ first?_ Crystal asked once Carrie was in the chair that she had instructed her to sit in. Everyone was quiet. __ho wants to draw straws?_ Matt asked. Carrie hadn__ realized until this moment that the subtle smile on his face never faded. It was as though he found humor in everything that was going on. Will slowly raised his hand, his other hand was left shoved in the pocket of his blue jeans, ____l do it._

Suddenly the bridge was filled with intense warmth, Will had lit the fire. Everyone immediately scurried over to it, with the exception of Scott. Carrie looked back at him, he was sitting with his back leaned against a stone pillar. The light from the flames danced on his sharp features and reflected in his dark eyes. Scott always wore a half-smile that was suspiciously close to a smirk. She was practically immune to his cockiness and wasn__ at all bothered by it the way that Will seemed to be.