l a t e night ~seamus~

[julie]

Julie couldn't stand being at that house, although her father had long been a dismembered pincushion his things were still all there, even if they were shoved into his old bedroom. Every inch of that house reminded her of the horrible things that had happened there, especially the incident last August. Perhaps that was why she had walked, alone, to Seamus' house so late at night. She couldn't sleep, the nightmares had come back. Hopefully Seamus would still be awake.

Julie knocked twice on the door, looking around anxiously. People had been disappearing a lot lately. She smoothed her sundress, there weren't any bruises to cover anymore. It did, however, show off a nasty scar on her shoulder from when her father had hit her with a beer bottle, but Julie wasn't concerned about it anymore. She bit her lip, hoping Seamus had heard her knocking.