HEARING DAMAGE
ADULT NOLA - CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE !

            NOLA FOUND HERSELF THOROUGHLY impressed by Misty's performance to the gullible hotel staff. The woman had come and picked her up from the motel that morning after the more than disconcerting text from the night prior and now she had managed to convince the woman from the front desk that both herself and Nola were government agents in need of assistance and only the hotel could help them.

Now they stood outside the locked hotel room door of Taissa and Van, keycard in hand. There was an alerting beep as the curly-haired blonde swiped the card along the door lock before the thunk of the handle being pushed down and the faint squeak of the door's hinges as it swung open.

It swung open to revealed a pristine white coloured, fluffy robe wearing Vanessa Palmer, her face twisted with a mix of shock and disgust. "Misty?" She exclaimed in utter disbelief. "You fucking psycho."

Nola gave the redhead a slight nod of acknowledgement as herself and Misty stepped into the room. There was a Quigley woman spun on her heel with an appreciative smile towards the front desk woman while handing over the keycard. "Your nation thanks you for your service. Keep an eye out for that 1099."

            As the two women sauntered into the hotel room like they owned it, Van hurried back to the bed, staring at them both in disbelief. The sound at the door must have disturbed Taissa who groaned in annoyance as she pushed herself to sit up, blinking tiredly at the two. "God, haven't either of you ever heard of a phone call? What the hell?"

            "I could ask you the same question." Misty quipped in response. Her lips were twisted into a snide smile as stared down at the Turner woman, her gaze sharp.

            Taissa looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

            While Van looked pissed. "Yeah, what are you doing here?" She questioned the pair. If hair colour represented different emotions, Van's hair would certainly represent fury.

             Misty paid her no mind. She carried on with her investigation, that only she and Nola actually seemed to give a fuck about. "I'm here to look your girlfriend in the eye and ask her why she failed to mention that she met with Lottie, in person, on the day she died?"

            There it was. The accusation that hung thickly in the air, choking them all with the intensity it carried.

            Taissa looked taken aback but only for the briefest of moments before she shed the expression and it was replaced by this blank frown. "What?" She asked as of her hadn't heard Misty correctly.

            "You did?" Van breathed out. She was staring over at her girlfriend, her face unreadable. She looked a mix of happy and disturbed all at once.

            This question from the Palmer woman seemed to light a fire under Misty. She now looked smug. "So it looks like there's three of us that would love to know why you left that information out the other day." She uttered with a broad spin of her hand around the room.

            "It wasn't anyone's business." Taissa just said, shrugging her shoulders at the occupants of her hotel room as if she didn't owe them any explanation. "I met up with her to have a private conversation. It certainly doesn't suggest that I killed her if that's what you're implying."

            "You're right. Implications are for the timid." The Quigley woman declared with an affirmative nod. As Taissa rose up from her bed, Misty hardened gaze followed her with sharp precision. "Taissa. Did you murder Lottie?"

A severe lack of amusement struck Taissa at Misty's line of questioning. She stared up at the blonde through furrowed brows as she replied, "Why would I?"

Immediately. Misty had a list of reasons for why she would suspect Taissa capable of Lottie's murder. "Well, you lied. And..." she huffed and puffed as she smartly pointed out, "you do have a history of doing crazy shit and not even knowing about it."

            Misty then turned to face Van who had been quietly contemplating the information she had just learned. "You think she could have done it, don't you?"

            Van was quiet for a moment. Her brows furrowed as she stared over at her girlfriend who now stood at the other side of the bed, glancing back at her with an earnest expression that told the Palmer woman all she needed to know. She turned back to face Misty and uttered a single word. "No."

            Taissa felt triumphant. She smiled appreciatively at the redhead before returning her gaze to the Quigley woman. "See? Besides it's obvious whoever sent that tape to Shauna is the one who murdered Lottie."

             Misty was confused. "Tape? What tape?" She questioned, her word strong, her words filled with growing frustration.

A sharp gasp reverberated off the walls as Nola's brown eyes darted to the mop of blonde curls beside her. Realisation had dawned on her and she felt like such a fucking idiot.

            "Oh shit, you don't know." She apologetically hissed through her teeth, a small half grin of sheepish pity aimed at Misty.

Rightly so, Misty just shot Nola a look of disbelief, disappointment and awe as she marvelled at how Nola could spend a whole car trip with her, in the passenger seat beside her, and still manage to let this nugget of information slip from her mind.

Before long Nola and Misty found themselves heading back towards the motel, this time joined by their two friends/accused murderer and girlfriend of accused murderer. After learning of the tapes existence and what the horror it entailed, Misty was determined to question Shauna on her intentions for finding whoever had sent the obvious piece of blackmail material.

They had been just to enter the elevator, prepared to travel up to the floor Shauna's family rooms had been situated on, when the large metal doors pulled open with a ding and revealed a handbag holding, furrowed brow Shauna Sadecki. She clearly hadn't been expecting them.

"Shauna?" Taissa said with a raised brow. She glanced down at the handbag and then asked, "You're leaving?"

Just as Shauna looked prepared to answer her friend's question, her eyes naturally trailed over to the bespectacled victim of her verbal attacks these last few days. "What is she doing here?" Shauna groaned with a roll of her eyes at the Quigley woman.

Nola shook her head in disappointment at the Sadecki woman. She couldn't believe how openly Shauna hated Misty. Was she a little odd at times? Absolutely, but they all were. They had all gone through the same thing and yet Shauna was such a bitch to her. It didn't make sense to the Rilke woman on who Shauna had turned into.

Taissa quickly shut down Shauna's attempt to exclude Misty. "She's here to help us. Shauna, what's going on?" The Turner woman questioned with a huff.

"Okay." Shauna whispered, her voice filled with resignation. She lowered her voice even more and took a step closer to her friends, determined to keep this information just between them. They didn't need to catch the attention of others. "There was more than just what Lottie did on that tape. One of them recorded a message on it." She said one of them but with her next sentence, it was clear who she meant. "For her kid."

A muffled, almost pained breath escaped from Taissa. "She had a kid." As a mother herself, she could understand with ease the horror leaving a child all alone in the world would bring.

"No. No." Misty was wide-eyed, her face sunken with despair at what she heard.

The Sadecki woman nodded. "The thing is...that woman, Hannah, had a daughter, who somehow got hold of the tape of what we did and is out to punish us." Shauna continued to explain in a lowered tone.

Van stared at her dumbfounded. Surely not. "An-And you're going to...?"

"Stop her. What else?"

Misty haggardly sighed, the sound bursting from her chest with a roll of her eyes and a deep set frown. She sarcastically quipped, "Oh, great. I'm sensing clean up."

            Shauna's face warped into a snarl almost instantly. "I'm sorry. Did I ask for your help?" She sneered down at the woman, glaring at her as her hardened, snide gaze drank in the mop of curly-hair. The very sight set Shauna's teeth on edge.

            Misty didn't fold under the weight of Shauna's glare. Instead, she thrived as she snapped back, "Oh, not yet. But if past is prologue, you will. Late. And rudely."

            "Eh, Misty's right, Shauna. Your track records iffy." Van retorted in defence of Misty. "What are you planning to do to this woman?"

            Darkened eyes lightened barely a smidge as Shauna tried to feign a casual tone that none of them believed. "I'm gonna sit her down and have a gentle, reasonable conversation with her."

            Humourless laughter echoed through the small hallway that the group of women found themselves gathered in. Neither Nola nor Taissa believed a single word that slipped past Shauna's fake smile wearing lips.

            The woman herself didn't even try to look offended by their chuckles and instead just shrugged. "She's already tried to kill me. So..." she trailed off nonchalantly. When Taissa looked confused by this supposed attempt on Shauna's life, the Sadecki woman offered up, "My brakes."

            Misty's eyes lit up. "Oh! So now that wasn't me?"

Barely a cursory glance was spared for the understandably scorned Quigley woman as Shauna just waved her off with a muttered, "Yeah, sorry about that."

"So, the brakes, the freezer, the fucking spooky phone in the toilet." Taissa didn't hide the serious lack of conviction she had in regards for the supposed attacks on Shauna.

Shauna now narrowed her eyes. "You know what? Mock me all you want but I'm—" she went quiet for barely a second as she took a sharp breath in attempt to calm to herself. "Not gonna sit around and let myself end up like Lottie." Her voice was harsh but quiet as she spoke that last word. She almost felt bad for bringing it up when she saw the last little glimmer in Nola's eye fizzle away.

Then with a shoulder shaking sigh Shauna attempted to side step past them all. "Now if you will please just let me—"

"We're going with you." Van interrupted with a hard, foot thumping step in front of the Sadecki woman, blocking her escape route.

Her words were met with a mix of furrowed brows and confusion laced features. Taissa stared bewildered over at her girlfriend. "What? We don't even know where she's going."

            "Richmond, Virginia." Shauna provided, the woman hoping the distance would deter them from joining her on her trip. She sent a tight-lipped smile Taissa's way when the Turner woman grew wide eyed at the information. "Yeah. It's pretty fair."

            Before anyone could utter another word, Misty took charge and shut them all up with a straight to the point, "Van's right. We're coming and while we're at it, maybe I can be the last person to hear this tape."

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"AND EVEN IF I am gone, my love stays with you. And no one can take that away. No one." Came the voice they all knew too well once again through the tape player, echoing through the uncomfortable silence of Shauna's vehicle as they traveled in the direction of Hannah's daughter's home. "Okay. I love you."

A click of the stop button resounded, returning the car to its former state of quiet as Misty sat in the backseat alongside Taissa and Nola, the woman's brain working a mile a minute to firmly grasp what she had learned.

"There's no mention of any offspring in her obituary." She finally breathed out in confusion, her brows furrowed behind the frame of her glasses. This didn't make sense to her. She knew all there was to know about them all, every single one of them, dead and alive. How could this have slipped past her?

Shauna, sat in the driver seat and her hands tightly gripped to the steering wheel, quickly offered up reasoning. "That's because it was a teen pregnancy. The daughter never even had her mother's name. I found the birth record in Hannah's hometown. It wasn't too hard to find a current address from there."

A genuine look of shock washed over Misty's face at the thought of Shauna managing to successfully doing any of what she has just listed. "You did all that?" She asked, scepticism laced into her words.

Nola snorted in amusement at the painfully obvious disbelief Misty had towards Shauna's abilities or lack thereof. Her reaction was met with a glance back from the Sadecki woman in the rear view mirror.

Shauna's mouth fell open as a sigh, one to regulate her temper so as to not snap at the Quigley woman, trickled past her lips. "Yes, Misty. I know how to Google and make phone calls." She calmly responded, her eyes trapped on the forever approaching horizon ahead as she drove.

            "Still." Misty shrugged with a small head shake of struggling to understand. It made no sense. "Why didn't we know about this kid in the first place?"

             Van swiftly retorted, "Well, someone did and they managed to smuggle a tape out of there."

            Right away, Taissa's brain got to work. "Gen and Melissa got pretty close to Hannah." She was right, of course. They had gotten close to Hannah, even when they had been warned otherwise.

            "Yeah, but they're both dead." Van said dimly as what seemed like their only explanation for the tape making it out of the Wilderness slipped away.

            That information didn't shock the Rilke woman. Though she hadn't questioned it upon returning back to Wiskayok, she had gathered by Melissa's absence that she had either met her untimely end or she still hated her after all these years.

            "Okay, so there are two mysteries. One, who brought the tape back from the Wilderness and two, why would Hannah's daughter wait twenty five years to come looking for revenge?" Misty rhetorically posited the question, her face twisted and turned with pure befuddlement.

            "What are you getting at?"

            "It just..." the Quigley woman let out a defeated sigh as she cut her off. She had nothing to say that could make sense of everything she was hearing. "Doesn't quite make sense."

            Taissa's eyes narrowed at the woman beside her. "You accused me of murder two hours ago and that didn't make sense." She smartly called out, her eyes travelled past Misty's face for the slightest bit to stare in Nola who paid her gaze no mind and instead kept looking out at the scenery speeding past.

            Misty looked ready to argue but knew she had no leg to stand on. "Touché."

            When the car grew silent and the only sound that could be heard was the hum of the engine and the faint whistle of the wind through the cracked open window by Van's passenger seat, Nola finally settled her gaze upon her friends. "Can I say something?"

             Taissa let out a dramatic groan at the Rilke woman's words. "Yes, please. I thought you'd lost turned into a mime in between my hotel room and now." She sarcastically quipped as her hand rose towards Nola, telling her to go right ahead.

Nola cleared her throat before asking, "You guys don't actually feel sorry for Hannah now, do you?"

Van's head shot up from her lap and spun around as though she had just heard a gunshot. Her face was totally warped with disturbed, stunned horror. "Jesus, Nola." She breathed out.

Nola shot her a look back, one that screamed Nola's apathy for Hannah was nonexistent. "What? So what if she had a kid? She clearly didn't raise her and had nothing to do with her so why would I feel bad?" She sounded like a teenager. A stroppy one at that. "Even if she had gotten back, there was no kid to go back to. She obviously manipulated whoever it was that brought back the tape."

The vehicle fell silent once again. Nola wasn't oblivious, she knew it was because of her but she didn't care. Kid or not, Hannah had made her choice back then, chosen her side and she dealt her own fate instead of allowing the Wilderness to continue choosing for them. The others mightn't remember that, but she certainly did.

Before long, as the uncomfortable silence carried on, they had pulled into a gas station to refuel, both the car and themselves. Misty hopped out of the mini-van first with a grin. "Who wants to go halfsies on some floss picks?"

As everyone followed behind the Quigley woman and exited the car, lingering outside the gas station instead of heading inside right away like Misty had, Shauna let out an annoyed sigh. "Okay, you all were so eager to come. Who's springing for the gas?" She questioned them all, staring expectantly, waiting.

No one had even piped up when a deep, grumbling groan ripped from Taissa's chest. "Oh, it's always me." She complained while plucking her credit card from her wallet.

Shauna took the card with a smile. "Thanks."

"Yeah."

As the two women headed towards the pump, Nola took a curious glance at the redheaded woman beside her who had hunched over slightly, a hand on her hip and her face hidden behind a curtain of hair. "You okay?" Nola quietly inquired with a small frown.

"Oops." Taissa's voice that was tinged with amusement and faux apologies floating in the air. "Must be all those hotel charges. Sorry about that. I guess you're gonna have to spring for it."

Van released out a long, deep breath as her head rose, her hair fell away from her face and revealed her paling skin. She sent the brunette a weak smile as she brushed off her concern. "I'm good, thanks."

Clearly, Nola didn't believe her. No one was that pale without feeling ill. "I'll get you a ginger ale." She uttered, the woman walking towards the gas station door before Van could put up a fight.

"Got the floss picks. What are you getting?" Misty soon announced with a satisfied smile while holding up the package and sliding into place next to Nola who stood in front of the drinks in the refrigerator.

"Some pretzels for me and then a ginger ale for Van." Nola informed her with the briefest of side glances as she leaned forward to grab the ginger ale, the packet of pretzels already in her hand.

            Misty's brows furrowed. "She alright?"

            Nola just let out a small sigh. "She said she is but she looks really pale. I think the car ride's messing with her stomach." She muttered with a shrug. Hopefully the ginger ale and some fresh air would help her.

            Misty thought for a moment, her feet carrying her behind Nola to the cashier. "Good thinking on the ginger ale, then." She complimented with an impressed nod.

            As she handed over her money for both her own stuff and Misty's, she sent the curly-haired blonde a smile. "Thanks." Came her response as she gathered her stuff in her arms. "Okay, let's go."

            They walked towards the exit and quickly swung open the door. As they stepped outside, Misty paused in her footsteps in confusion. She glanced around, her eyes scanning curiously about the gas pumps. "Where's Shauna?"

            "I don't know. Somewhere in the store still, I guess." Nola shrugged without much thought before carrying forward to the mini-van.

           "You okay?" The bespectacled Quigley woman inquired from Van as Nola handed over the bottle of ginger ale, her voice filled eity concern. "You look a little pale."

Van's skin was still lacking in colour but she weakly nodded anyway. "Yeah, just feeling a little motion sick." She responded with the faintest tug of her lips that looked like it hurt to do.

"Get in the car." Taissa told everyone as she gently ran her hand along the expanse of the Palmer woman's back in attempt to aid her ailing stomach.

As everyone ducked back into the vehicle, Shauna finally emerged from the gas station, her hands already flying into the air in exasperation. "Oh, sure, yes. I will also pump." She complained with each little stomp of her feet.

Quickly Nola had the window falling open, her face sticking out the opening to stare up at the Sadecki woman. "You're a saint, Shauna." She blankly commented. She then stared expectantly at Shauna. "Does that make you feel better?"

Shauna's face warped with offence at Nola's words and attitude. Not knowing how to respond, she just weirdly shrugged her shoulders. This prompted Nola to snipe again. "Then shut up and pump the gas. We have places to be, remember?" She uttered before rolling the window back up, leaving Shauna to seethe.

            Soon the car filled with women in their forties set off for Richmond, Virginia again, this time a boring game of Eye Spy was under way.

            Misty stepped up to the plate for her turn in the game, the woman taking in her surroundings the best she could for a really good guess. "I spy with my little eye, something that begins with K." She finally declared to her friends.

           "Krispy Kreme." Taissa tiredly responded.

"No."

           "It's not a knife, is it?" Shauna asked from the driver's seat.

            Van, that was curled into her jacket that she had pulled off to use as a pillow, grumbled quietly. "Why kind of sociopath puts a silent letter in eye spy?"

"Circle K." Taissa then provided as an exhausted answer. It was clear she didn't give a shit. "I don't know, there's literally nothing out here."

A buzzing from her phone caused Misty to go searching for the device. "The answer is...Taissa's knapsack." She mumbled out.

"Oh, that kind of sociopath." Van huffed sickly.

            "Walter?" Taissa asked as she leaned across the backseat and across Nola who thankfully had been laying out as flat as she could so they avoided bumping heads. Her eyes scanned the lit up screen of Misty's cell phone. "I thought you guys broke up."

"We did but he's just been acting really desperate lately." Misty declared as she reluctantly agreed to the call.

            "Walter." She breathed out exasperatedly, her eyes widening with what seemed like annoyance. "How many times do I have to ask you to please stop calling me?"

            There was a brief pause as Walter spoke on the other ending of the phone, everyone in the car staring, awaiting a response from the blonde. She suddenly hunched over, pulling further away from them all. "What about my hair?"

             Nola watched Misty body language curiously, her lips pursed thoughtfully. Something was off with how she moved and from the faintest sound of this Walter that she had yet to officially meet, his tone didn't indicate compliments.

            "Oh...my...well, I'm flattered but I really don't think compliments warrant phone calls, so let's keep that in mind for the future. Talk to you later—" the Quigley woman's voice turned sharp instantly as she cut herself off with a loud, harsh, "No. Don't call me."

            As she quickly put the phone call to an end, Shauna laughed from the driver's seat. "You are really bad at boundaries. You know that, right?" She asked with a chuckle as she carried on glancing between the road and Misty in the rear view mirror.

           Misty's thumbs tapped quickly and aggressively against the screen of her phone. She feigned amusement back while she distractedly replied, "No, you're right. I should probably delete his phone number."

            A series of chimes rang out within the vehicle. This caused everyone but Shauna to begin digging into their pockets to retrieve their vibrating cell phones. Within seconds, their eyes widened at the message splashed across the screen.

            Break in the case. Shauna killed Lottie!

            Taissa's brows furrowed at the words. She quickly typed back a doubtful response. I thought I was the killer. Now it's Shauna?

Without a minute to lose, Misty got back to typing, explaining exactly why she now believed Shauna the maker of Lottie's sudden demise. Walker just matched Shauna's DNA to a sample under Lottie's nails.

We need to stop the car.

As they texted amongst themselves, they were oblivious to the intense stares aimed their way by Shauna who had quickly caught wind of their secretive texting. "Okay, what the fuck is going on?" The Sadecki woman bellowed. "Are you guys seriously all just texting each other right now?"

"No—" Misty tried to lie while Taissa had no problem admitting, "Yes."

Nola let out a deep, shoulder shaking sigh at the severe lack of synchronicity. They would get themselves caught in seconds if they kept this up.

Thankfully Taissa thought quick on her feet. "Because I have to pee and I know we just stopped." She provided the lie with such ease, it almost seemed true.

Misty's head nodded up and down so fast her glasses shook. "We didn't want you distracted driving." She added on to the lie.

Though it was a convincing enough fib, Shauna, who had always been wary of people trying to backstab her, immediately called bullshit. "You have to tell me what the fuck is going on, right this minute." She demanded of the group.

As the Sadecki woman barked for the truth, Van began to cough, her body curling in on itself with each chest cracking hack.

Taissa instantly jumped into action, reaching around the passenger seat to grab hold the redhead. "Do you need a break?"

"We should pull over." Misty suggested, the woman not even lying anymore.

The coughing continued to get worse. This caused Nola to begin really worrying for her friend. She was sat up straight now, her faced marred with the deep marks of concern. "Can she breathe?"

            Shauna wasn't buying what she believed to be a rouse to get her to pull over. "I get it. You guys want me to stop this car. I'm not going to."

            Just then, a flood of blood came spewing up from Van's chest and shooting out past her mouth, dripping down her chin and splattering across the windshield.

"Van!" Taissa cried out as the car came to a halt.

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          THE GROUP OF WOMEN rushed into the hospital, entering through the slammed open doors. "Please, this is an emergency. She has metastatic cancer and she's been throwing up blood." Taissa relayed to the receptionist.

             Misty's eyes widened behind the frames of her glasses. Her tongue felt like it weighed a ton as she forced out, "She does?"

            The Palmer woman groaned in the wheelchair, staring up at her girlfriend in betrayal. "Fuck, Tai." She wheezed.

            Taissa wasn't going to argue. That time had vacated the conversation the moment blood began expelling from the love of her life. "The doctors need to know." Was all she said in reply. Then as nursing staff arrived to wheel Van back to receive treatment, Taissa quickly followed. "I'm her family. She's my wife."

            Without a moment's hesitation, Misty attempted to manoeuvre her way back with them. "I am not family but we have a very intense trauma bond." She uttered as she attempted to slide past the emergency doors alongside Taissa and Van.

            Before she could even press a single digit upon the swinging door, the receptionist's arm appeared in front of her, blocking the Quigley woman from passing while saying, "Back there's immediate family only."

            "I'm also a licensed geriatric nurse." Misty yet again tried to make her way through as if her excuse meant anything to the hospital staff.

            "Ma'am. Please go have a seat." The woman wasn't for allowing Misty past her. With an extended out hand, the receptionist kept pointing towards the seating area, staring down at the bespectacled Misty.

Finally Misty gave in with a childish huff. She settled into a chair next to Nola, sandwiching the Rilke woman between herself and Shauna. "I can't believe this." She breathed out in disbelief. "Cancer."

"Did you know?" Shauna inquired of the two beside her.

"No. I had no idea."

Nola remained quiet. She just couldn't believe this was happening. It couldn't be happening, not to Van of all people. It didn't make sense. Why would the Wilderness be allowing this to happen? Why hadn't It intervened? She sat there motionless, wedged between the two arguing idiots as her eyes slipped closed. She tried her best to tune the duo out and listen for something, anything. If the Wilderness had anything needed saying, she wound be there to listen.

When she turned up empty on the Wilderness front, she tuned back into argument. "What about..." Misty grumbled under her breath as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. "This receipt from your vehicle that proved that you went into New York City the day Lottie died?"

Shauna's nose turned up in disgust. "What is your problem?" She snarled at the blonde. "Van is back there, dying, and you're just sitting out here accusing me of murdering one of our oldest friends?"

Feeling like she was on the right side of things, Misty held her head up high and retorted, "Well, it's only because it's recently come to my attention that you don't even know what friendship means."

            "I can't fucking believe you."

            Swiftly and coldly can Misty's reply. "And I don't believe you."

            Before either woman could utter even one more syllable, Nola's frustration had reached its peak. "Can you two seriously just give it a fucking rest? If I have to hear either of your voices again, I will kill you both." She snapped at the pair, scolding them as if they were toddlers.

            With a pissed off roll of the eyes, Shauna rose to her feet, bag in hand. "I'm getting a coke." She announced as she turned to look at the two, but mainly Misty. "I would offer to get you something if I weren't such a terrible friend." Then off she stomped.

            "I hate hospitals." Nola admitted after a moment, the woman releasing an uneasy breath as the sensation of walls closing in began to creep upon her. "It feels exactly like when we first came back. The poking, the prodding—"

            "The therapy sessions." Misty added on.

            Nola remembered them well. "The ketamine infusions." She continued with a frown. The burn of Misty's gaze caused her to glance over to see the blonde staring at her in total shock. "Was that just me?"

            Misty looked appalled. "They did that? For what?"

            "I was speaking to It." The Rilke woman began to explain, thinking back on the encounter like it happened just yesterday. "The Wilderness...and they thought I had bipolar which can apparently present itself with auditory hallucinations."

            Though she was interested in hearing the horrific ordeal Nola had endured back then, Misty couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with Shauna. "That's awful." Misty sighed, her head shaking sadly for just a moment before she too jumped to her feet. "I wanna hear more, I do, but just give me one second. I need to check on something."

            She was gone for mere seconds, vanishing around the same corner Shauna had gone, before returning with disbelief marred upon her face.

            Nola took one look at her before asking, "She's gone, isn't she?"

            "Yep."

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author's thoughts.
chapter fifty nine, not proofread
classic Shauna, always leaving people behind. Anyway yeah so nola was treated for bipolar after they were rescued. Ive had it planned for a while now that she would be bipolar if the supernatural stuff wasn't real, especially when I learned that she experiences a lot of the symptoms. Anyway I hope you enjoyed :)