The place where we have found Bailey's body is now all just a patch of buried dirt. The hole looked deep if I had guessed it. Hell, we would be able to fill it up with water and make it a pool, since there were time where it was hot. There is no patch of grass left surrounding the hole also, just flat soil.
"Woah," I gaze in amazement. The wooden tombstone that was sticking in the dirt above the ditch, catching my eye, knowing that she is dead wasn't easy for everyone, especially Candice, they still had the willpower and kindness to make it for her. The sound of the pebbles scraping against each other is enough sound for Ace to look up from his book. He forcefully pushes the shovel beside him in the ground, that was resting horizontally on his knees, and nudging beside him.
"Where have both of you guys been?" Candice almost lunges on top of me, my arms flailing on instinct. I can tell that they have been resting there for not too long now. We started on the big hole yesterday and now they moved on to digging this hole. My arms envelope around her as I dig into her shoulder with my face.
"You missed us burying her," a small smile of relief lit over her face as she gently pulled me off hero take give a warming stare. The atmosphere almost feels warm now. Her hair sometimes flowing onto her face by the wind, only for her to sweep back.
"I know... I had something mind that I needed to let out," I motioned my head towards Ash, giving her the hint that I was talking with him. "Have you all been doing okay over here?" A small smile escapes my worried face, dissolving my grim heavy look, I must have kept that worried face when I came over. I leaned my head over her right shoulder to look back at both of the boys waving back. She lets out a laugh before moving aside for me to see them better.
Finn drops his small log that he was carving, slowly but surely, wrap his arms on and around both of our shoulders, pulling us in closer. The gesturing from both of us to Ash to come in broke us into laughter. The head shaking from Ash and grinning with a funny look. We all hugged tighter, hesitating whether or not we should let go our not. The motivation that we might be going somewhere lets me know that I should cherish this moment more. I hope there are times where can do this, hopefully.
"I'm glad that we got through this," Candice muttered, still clinging her head on my shoulder. I would humor it with the fact that we saw two of our friends dying, but it seems like it would be better if I kept it to myself.
"Well, we will stay strong and get though this... and get out of here," I responded back with encouragement, if I know that Bailey would want us to get out of here alive. I would not waste her wishes. We let a moment of silence slip through as we all lean our heads down.
"Well what did you talk about?" Finn trudges over slowly, with the assistance of Ace holding him over his shoulder, slowly making his way over. He picks up the wood stake carving he dropped near the ledge of the brick wall, holding onto his body to bend down. He takes a look around us around before leaning in. "We are just about to have a moment of silence for her." He stutters a bit before letting himself sit to rest nearby.
It was a bit silent when I readjusted myself beside him. I don't know whether I should told them what I figured out and about the dream I had. Even if I did tell them, what help would it give us? From what we learned from before, this is a game about werewolves and voting.
I felt confused about what the dream had meant too, if it was meaning to tell me anything. I didn't want to jump to the conclusion that my dead mother had to do with this. Oh well, since we are already here, they deserve to know it. I looked at Ash to give him the indication that I am about to start— and that he would be there to help support what I was saying. "Remember back then when we were in the blue walled room after we got here?" That question was a no brainer, I needed some time to think of what to say. He slowly nodded, looking over at everyone to confirm it.
I attempted to recall, attempting to not trouble myself with trying to remember any harder. "The dream was something about my mom, she died years ago— before I met any of you. I didn't know if she was my mom or not." It was the voice and eyes that resemble a lot like her. I didn't grasp on to the fact that other than that, it's a different woman. "Well, she was singing a tune. A tune that I can hardly but still remember from my childhood. It felt familiar, and felt like she sung it to tell me something." The only other thing she talked about was whether or not I had checked the children, which didn't made sense at all.
Ash chimed in to the conversation to attest, "She's right, even how much sense that even makes," He holds the folded paper in front of Finn, slowly making it to Ace— who was sitting beside him. The low chattering between the two tells me that they would be confused if I didn't explain it myself. I pinched the end of the paper to keep it still from fluttering in the wind, making it hard to read it clearly. It gave them sometime before they gave up and waiting for me to explain it. Candice who was sitting beside to the left of me leans back from behind me, shuffling herself back onto me.
I brace myself, breathing the cold and crispy air, "Telling from the note, I wrote what I had remember her singing on that paper. We both concluded that she meant what she had said," hinting the obvious to them, and hoping they can comprehend the rest from there.
"This meant that at what day it is, when it hits three, is when the love birds nest?" the question seemed to want an answer from one of them.
My fingers run through my head so the sensation could help ease the tenseness a little, "We don't know who or which love birds they are talking about," the patted soil ground whiter under my foot as I start to write the words of the tune that was sung onto the ground, "but could the lovebirds she was talking about refer to one of us?"
"We can suppose that whatever she was singing has to do with the game that we are playing? So when she sung about the lovebirds nesting together, it would be referring to us."
"Hold on, this game is related to the board game from back home, Werewolves of Millers hollow. There is a role in the game that relates to love in a way. It's more than just love itself but their role is still crucial in the game," Ace brushes aside the ants crawling along the side of his thigh, "Its the cupid, the person who binds two people together and make them fall in love basically. Its more of the way that if one of them dies— the other will too. If we all have our roles, then there's gotta be a cupid in this game."
Ash interjected the main question in again, "Who would be the two lovebirds that the cupid in this group would choose?" The question left all of us thinking. Each of us looking among each other with wary of what's going happen if one of us is the cupid. I couldn't help but think if it is me and Ash that are the lovebirds. Enough about myself, Candice and Hayden seem to—
I had stopped myself from thinking through when I realized that I haven't seen or talked to Hayden today, knowing that I have been with the rest the whole time, they wouldn't have any idea where he is too. I tapped Ace in the shoulder that caught the attention of the others from their train of thought, "Have we ever noticed that Hayden wasn't with us the whole time. Did any of you seen home around lately?"
Everyone had shrugged their shoulders, "Not since last night," the words had trailed off when Candice, along with others, was struck with another question.
We had agreed to split up and search for him before it gets dark. I walked back to the area where the gate had closed off from where I came from. The faint shouting of his name from the others who have trailed off way to far from me and two who are only just around the corner from me.
"Hayden!" shouted everyone. Repeated.
Candice runs back to double check on the area I was at, "I haven't seen him since last night—when we were discussing what we should do with Chase," the expression of worry painted over her face before she continued to talk to the others. She felt that she didn't help much with her response earlier, so it was added, her running off as soon as she finished. The others looked behind the stone walls and behind the rooms, the draping dark green vines over the walls and tree branches covering some areas that would take an effort to look though.
It didn't took long of a search before we were alarmed by a clanging sound hitting the floor from behind one of us. The attention of everybody look around and murmuring to each other, had quickly switched to the entrance of the garden itself. My head turned back at the entrance of the garden to find Hayden standing there, frozen in movement, an empty look on his eyes. His body slowly swaying side to side. The rushing commotion of all of us running towards him, attempting to bring him to sit on the side.
"Hayden— C'mon what happened??!" the commotion of shaking him awake from trying to get him back, out of the frozen and empty look. The muttering from Ace and Ash as they decide how are they going to get him back. "Guys there might be a way that I can think of that can wake him up." It was a stupid idea when you think of it but I have a feeling that it can help. Everyone tending to his bloodied arms and the scrapes on his body.