Masie couldn't think of anything, and she just looked at the clock in worry. She wondered if she could ever do anything for herself, or anyone. Her self-doubting just kept on coming, and after a while, all hope was lost of finding a solution to better the relationship.
There was no answer she could think of that actually had meaning, or had something that felt special. Of course, there are many choices. She can say sorry for everything she's done, but Masie knew that it would just stay like that until the next fight, and it would all go downhill again. There needed to be something, a connection of understanding between them. Masie stomps out of her room, the bed creaking from her disappearance, and Masie walk downstairs quickly, her feet making tiny thumps. She needed to find a way to relax.
Getting downstairs, Masie walks to the shoe bench and slips on some measly sandals and a thin jacket, and walks outside. Off the porch, she nimbly walks to the trail leading to the river, a little bounce in her step as she does to go quicker.
The fresh smell of dirt and plants rushes up her nose, Masie starts to feel a bit more peaceful.
'Brainstorm, Masie, brainstorm' Masie's head encouraged her, but the only things she thought about was the word brainstorm, not anything else. Ha, how ironic. Deeper into the forest now, little raindrops fell off tree branches, landing on Masie's face or back, making little shivers go through her. Her footsteps were the only thing she heard except for faint bird calls.
Hop. Clack. Hop. Clack.
Masie jumps from rock to rock over the mud, and reaches the good parts of the trail again. She ascends downhill, keeping a good pace as the river comes in sight. The currents cause ripples in the water to glimmer, sunlight shining in Masie's eyes as each one collapses back into the water and another one starts. Masie takes a right, and eventually makes it to the river's bank. Her family owned this part of it, so nobody should be down here. She takes the left way, to the rocky areas.
A moss rock pleases her gaze and she sits down on it, looking across the river. A truck was parked, and about... no, it was only 2 people. A couple? Yeah. Masie watches them as they walk back and forth along the shore, talking and laughing.
"Hey! What're you doing here!" A voice calls out from behind the couple, and Masie scoots herself back into a more hidden position. A man comes out, walking over the rocks with force, sending them scattering. The original couple turns, tilting their heads in confusion. A woman follows the man who just emerged, running along his side in a couple seconds.
"You can't be here! We own-" Masie raises an eyebrow in confusion as they keep talking. Sometimes, 30 or more people would be over there at a time. It's always been that way. What did they mean by 'not allowed here?' Did they have problems with each other?
Shoot.
The woman in the original couple hides behind her boyfriend, who looks like he's fuming. Masie didn't hear the rest of the conversation, but it seemed like things weren't going to be pretty.
Suddenly, the woman lurch at each other, falling to the ground in anger. Masie's jaw drops as she watches, instantly sucked into the drama in front of her eyes. The men stare at each other a minute before going after each other as well.
"What the hell.." Masie mutters under her breath, she watches as one of the men picks up a rock, hurling it at the other.
Bam. Contact.
Masie winces even though she wasn't the one hit. The rocks over there were large. That had to hurt, she just knew it. One of the girls slaps another for good measure before running back to her boyfriend, cradling his head as he grasps his now-bleeding scalp. Ouch. That's got to be bad. The man who threw the rock says one more insult before going back into his rambling about how they shouldn't be there.
"I'm going to call the police!" The woman who's boyfriend got hit by the rock says, pulling out her phone and calling 9-1-1. Masie stays well hidden, and the other couple didn't do anything except continue on their complaining.
After a couple minutes, sirens are heard, and about 7 police officers walk into the scene, jogging to them. Masie covers herself a bit more to not be seen by the police. She didn't want to be part of this. At all. Plus, she was on the completely other side, so why would they even bother? Masie facepalms at her stupid thought.
'Because you saw it, Masie' Her internal voice reminds herself. Nodding and staying hidden, Masie starts brainstorming ways to get out of here secretly while still watching the scene.
One of the police look around but don't spot Masie. She sighs in relief as the police handcuff them all. Probably going to be questioned. After a while, Masie clambers on her knees and hands to the cover of trees 20 feet away from her as silently and covered as she can. She reaches them just as one of the police officers looks over, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head. Masie partially stands up, not able to be seen by anybody now.
She starts up the trail, hauling herself up. She giggles partially at how stupid it was, but felt sad for the dude who got hit by the rock. The sounds of struggle and conversation is still on the opposite bank of the river, and Masie could still hear every detail of the drama. Masie kept walking, her brown hair bouncing and shining a bit in the sun's rays. Masie stops when it feels too hot on her head, and she steps into the shade a bit to help her cool down. Sighing after a couple minutes, Masie steps back out onto the main trail and keeps walking, picking up a slightly faster speed.
Reaching the start of the trail, she enters the house again, and she realizes an hour had passed. She walks up to her room, when her father's door opens from downstairs. Speeding up her pace a bit, Masie enters her room.
Tap. Tap. Knock.
Masie isn't even upset, she actually laughs. Sitting on the bed, a bit out of breath from the hike back up, she talks to the wall, which might have an entity there, and unloads everything she just saw as if it was her therapist. When Masie realizes the knocking wasn't even happening halfway through her storytelling, she smiles. She knew it. There was definitely something here. It liked drama? Ha, just her kind of entity. She continues on her story, as the sunlight filters in softly.
Looking to the bedside table again after telling her story, she runs her hands on the bible, flipping it open again. The 'Don't stare' was still there. She just chuckles, and remembers the pencil that was there coincidentally when she was going to write. Looking back at the 'Don't stare' something clicks in her head. Did she really use the pencil that could've possibly been used to write in her bible? Maybe everything is a puzzle here and she just needs to put the pieces together?
Ding.
Masie looks at her phone again, checking what is was. It was a text message from Sarah.
'Call me ASAP'