Quinn

Four more days in the Outer Banks. So I decided to go on a run to some trails I found nearby that lead to a trail. I quickly pop in the shower and get dressed for my hike/run.

It's nothing special, just a sports bra and some shorts. I put my hair up in a ponytail and a hat to keep my eyes protected from the sun. I unplug my phone and put my headphones in and play Stick Season by Noah Kahan.

Even though it isn't anywhere near fall time yet, I just love the song and think it's a great fit for where I'm going. I am going on my run a little bit later than normal because I stayed up too late watching different shows and movies.
I quickly fed Theo and made sure he was water before I headed out.

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On my run, it felt so peaceful. The light breeze that was passing by in the morning. The lack of cars on the road, the birds chirping, everything was just so beautiful. Maybe before I head back to New York, I'll wake up early and drive to the beach and watch the sun rise.

A little before I hit the trail, I see a record shop and decide to visit to see if there is anything nice to buy for when I get back and have some money.

After greeting the shop owner, I browse all the vinyls and pick one that catches my eye the most, The Beatles. I love The Beatles so much. I've been looking for a record of theirs that wasn't so expensive for so long and I think I found it.

Holding it close to my chest, I keep browsing and find three more. I find The Rolling Stones, KISS, and Frank Sinatra. I love older music so much, there is just something about it that makes me want to just sit and look out the window or dance. Depending on the pace of the song.

I really hope the store owner can hold on to these for me so I can come back and buy them later. These would be a great addition to my collection at the house for the morning when I'm in the kitchen.

Going back to the front of the store, I start to browse the other sections that they have. I found this cute little trinket that looks like a seashell. This would be cute in the kitchen as well. Gosh I need to stop looking but everything is just so cute here.

Maybe stopping here was a bad idea because I could be in here for hours just looking at everything in here and I wouldn't get bored. Ever. But I must stop myself, so I make my way up to the register.

"Hi I was wondering if you would be willing to hold these items for me. I was on a run and wanted to stop in here and I didn't bring my wallet. I'll be back with money as soon as I can." Gosh I really wanted these, but with the way my luck has been going recently I don't know.

"I can't do that." What did I tell you. "Oh. Okay. Thank's anyways," I say as I go to put the stuff back where I found them and leave.
Well I guess back to my hike I go.

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Worst hike ever let me tell you. First off, I tripped on a rock around halfway through. Then, I proceeded to get a hole in my shoe. And to top it all off, a bird shit on me. This day really can't possibly get any worse. If it does, I don't know what I'll do.

The moment I get back to the motel, I see my window has been opened. For fucks sake I can't catch a break here can I.

"Go back to face your whatever he said. It will be good, he said." I mutter to myself. "Well he lied." I stomp over to my window and close it, probably more aggressive than I should have but I don't care.

I just want to shower and be over with this day. When I go to turn around I see the records and the trinket on my bed.

"The fuck?" What in the world is going on today? I swear this shit only happens to me. Whatever, I don't have the time for this. I still have a whole day ahead of me so I need to get going.

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After getting out of the shower, it is 11:30 and I need to go to the grocery store to get stuff to make for dinner later. Since it isn't that hot today, I decided to wear some jeans.

I have this random strawberry festival shirt I think I got for like two bucks and some light jeans with my only other pair of sneakers. I only packed two because I didn't expect to get a hole in one of them.

Getting in my car, I reverse out and arrive at the grocery store. I don't know what I want so I guess it's time to just go up and down the aisles. The only thing I know is that I want some strawberries.

What can I say, my shirt inspired me.
After putting those in my basket, I went and got some pasta and ground beef because I decided I wanted spaghetti and meatballs. Oh I should make garlic bread as well. Heading to the bakery section, I get my bread.

It isn't a trip to the store without some sweet treats now is it? I hope you said no because you should always get a sweet treat. Well I got two sweet treats. I got Sour Patch Kids and some mochi.

My two favorites. Making my way to the checkout, I put everything on the register and get ready to pull out my card when I can't find it. "For fucks sake," I mutter to myself before I almost have a mental breakdown.

Nothing is going right today and I don't know why. "Thirty two," The cashier says and that's when the water works start to happen. I go to open my mouth when a voice from behind me beats me to it.

"I got it," he says as he pulls out his card to give to the cashier. I turn around to face the man to say thank you when I see someone I thought I would never see again.

"Rafe?"

"Hi my love."

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Rafe

I couldn't hide from her anymore. I didn't want to be in the shadows with her anymore. I needed to make myself known before that fuck got to her first.

I followed her to the record shop this morning and when I heard she coudn't get what she wanted, the moment she left I bought everything for her. This time I left the window open on purpose.

And right now before she came back, I took her credit card from her bag so I would be here to help her. This was all a part of my plan. Now, she's finally talking to me.

"What are you doing?" She questions me. Personally I think it seems pretty obvious what I'm doing but we all have our slow days. "I'm simply paying for your food. Not a problem," I say as I pay without any interruptions.

I also grab her bags and follow her outside to her car. So far I'm getting the silent treatment. I understand that we ended on bad terms, but that was years ago. She should be over it by now.

I can't hold it in anymore and blurt out the stupidest thing ever. "Let me come back to your place please?" I will get on my hands and knees if she wants me to. All I want is to have a conversation with her. "No." Well that hurts.

"Please Quinn? Just let me come over for dinner then." I think I might be getting to her as I see the contemplation forming on her face.

After a minute she breaks. "Fine," she snaps. She tells me the address of her motel, like I don't know where it is and we part ways.

I think things are really starting to look up for us right now. Step one to getting her back is almost complete.

Here is my plan to win her back.

Step 1- Invite me over

Step 2- Start talking more and make her stay in OBX longer

Step 3- Ask to be my girlfriend

Step 4- Marry her

It's simple really if she follows the script. If she does, nothing should go wrong and she will be mine forever.

I can't wait to get back in her arms and never let go.

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Quinn

Stupid Stupid Stupid.

Who in the world says yes to having dinner with an ex-murderer. And ex-boyfriend to top it all off. I'm not right in the head right now clearly and it shows.

I haven't been able to do anything all day because I've been stressed out over this dinner and who bought me these things. And how did they know where I was? Gosh I have so many questions.

I can't think about it too long because there is a knock on the door. Oh goodness. Holy shitballs. I'm going to piss my pants right now. That would be embarrassing though so I take a deep breath and go to open the door and see Rafe with flowers?

Oh my gosh was there a dress code or something? Am I already screwing this up? Wait, what am I saying? I need to shut my brain up because it's stressing me out and I don't like it.

I don't think I notice how long I stay there frozen until I hear him clear his throat. "Sorry," I say as I gesture for him to come in. He hands me the flowers and walks inside, taking off his shoes.

"What are we making chef?" Rafe asks as I pull out the one pot I was given. "Spagitti and meatballs but we only have a pot," I say as I pull everything out. We both decided that we were going to make the meatballs first and just put them on a plate as we washed the pot and made the pasta.

I think it was going pretty well to say the least. This is probably one of the best times I have had here so far, and that's saying something.

"Thank's for all of this," I say, eating another meatball. "Good thing I ran into you at the store isn't it?" Rafe says and I guess it was.

"Yeah," I smile as we finish up and clean up our mess. As we are about to say our goodbyes, we hear thunder and some lightning. "I should probally head back home if I wan't to avoid the rain." Again, I'm having a day so what I'm about to say should be totally expected.

"Stay the night?"

"I would love to."

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Sofia

Fucking thunder and lightning. I hate it so much. I can never sleep when it happens and that's when things start to happen to me.

Like right now, I see the room slowly get darker and darker until I force myself to blink and then it all goes back to normal. But then I don't blink again and the same thing happens. Suddenly I'm sweating bullets and decide to shower and calm myself down.

After my shower and change of clothes, I brush my teeth and wash my face. Then I just stand there looking at my reflection. It feels like I don't know who I am some days.

Then I can't see myself. I see my face slowly disappear and get replaced with just a dark spot. I shake my head and it only slightly goes away.

For some reason though, I can't stop looking at myself no matter how hard I try. I don't know what's going on. Ever since Quinn got here, things have been happening to me that don't normally happen.

Just like before, the tears are coming down my face as I run into my kitchen to grab a knife. I run back into the bathroom hysterically crying my eyes out as I can't see my face again.

All I can do I scream as I throw my knife at the mirror and watch it shatter before me and fly all across the room. A few of the pieces land in the sink and one in my arm.

The pain doesn't register until I stop crying and then I really feel it. I cry as I pull it out, watching as the blood drips down my arm and the glass all over the floor. I don't have anything to help my cut so I get some scissors and an old shirt.

I cut the shirt enough that I could wrap it around my arm to stop the bleeding from getting any worse.

The rest of the night I don't sleep.
I simply can't, knowing that every night if I have to use the bathroom, I will be faced with a faceless version of myself.

I don't know if I can do this anymore.