Friday, July 18th 2014. New Orleans, Louisiana. 12:00 pm
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The noticeable click of the door opening broke Eugene out of her shock. What came out was a creature that held Ms. Deville's voice but was perhaps as ancient as time itself. The years had certainly been hard on the poor patron but it didn't lessen the spark one felt in her voice. Ever the affable and caring Ms.Helen.

Eugene quickly stole her glance from the well built man whom she later remembered as Scott with all the help from Ms.Deville. Suddenly, all the years in this school came to her. The bullying, the troubles, the silence and sense of grief. She had been labelled "Ghost-eyes" , "Scorched Earth" and "Minefield" by the ones that shared the class with her. The hit it had taken on her personality was tremendous, she had become a recluse, a shut-in, a misfit. No longer confident in who she was. The only one even remotely tolerant of her presence apart from Jack had been Tia.

But seeing how she grew up, Eugene knew that that bridge was burnt as well. She was all alone now. Alone among predators and they'll prey once more on her mind. She was stunned into silence as another man came up and greeted her. Her eyes glassy and distant, with fear trapped in them like a fossil. It was the cold touch of Ms.Deville again, which brought her out of her nightmare. She ushered the three inside as they took in the view of the house. Not much had change barring the aircon, which was a bit too cold. Was this hell? Was she trapped?

Had it not been for Jack, Eugene won't have dared to come back to this place. Not with these demons around, waiting to pounce on her soul. As Ms.Deville showed them the picture of their graduation, she noticed the light haze at the bottom corner of the picture. There it was, or rather [b]He[/b]. The one who knew about sorrow more than anyone else and one who had lived almost every moment being ostracized. Someone, who can embrace Eugene as they lean on each other. Two frail saplings trying to be trees.

Ms.Deville pointed to their accommodation for the night and that it had been pre-arranged. As they made their way up the stairs, Scott got talking. Eugene could barely make sense of what he said for she was too busy being intimidated by the current situation. She was with two of her classmates, ones that frightened her to an unthinkable degree. She felt vulnerable, fidgeting all the while as Scott made conversation.

She stared at him blankly the first time he mentioned her name. Had he really forgotten her? He who had given her the moniker of "Ghost-eyes"? She just looked at him blankly as he moved up and down the hall. Blabbering about one thing or the other, it was the second time that he mentioned her that she shook like being blasted with a sudden icestorm. Her lips quivered as she searched for a reply, her eyes traversing from the floor to his face and back. Following this motion more than a dozen times, before she could answer however, she noticed his smile. Or rather piercing sneer of devil himself, she turned tail and shakily walked towards the room labelled 2-2. The one at the farthest end of the hall, the one farthest from him, hopefully. As she walked within the reach of the door, she suddenly bolted inside and shut the door behind her.

Cold sweat ran down her forehead as she took deep breaths.

She crumpled into a knot on the floor. A mess of limbs as she broke into tears.

[b]"Please save me, Jaaacckk!!"[/b] she wailed between sobs. Keeping in mind not to be loud so that one may catch it outside her room.

[i]Coming here was a mistake! She wondered if she could survive the night. [/i]