May 10, 2012
Michelle hasn't seen Jack since the bar. She's gotten updated status reports from Chris - a cold way to think about a friend's well being, but it's easier to treat this as an investigation.
Her attempts at tracking information back to the source have hit one dead end after another. According to the evidence, a little birdie told ( Read more... )

[ooc: Inspired by Death Cab For Cutie concert. Really ( Read more... )

Michelle walked through the house, feeling cold despite the temperature. Tony's sweater was too large for her and the Stanford logo was faded with time and multiple washings. He'd only wear it at home, but he wore it enough.
She took another sip of the glass of water in her hand and fought a wave of nausea.
At first she wasn't hungry but lately ( Read more... )

Wisdom 3:1-6, 9 ( Read more... )

Michelle's aware of movement downstairs. Her eyes slowly open and she watches the dresser shift in and out of focus. If she'd only had the strength, or maybe the selfishness, to pull the trigger ( Read more... )

The Aftermath

Darkness I Feel Like Letting GoMichelle cleaned until ammonia stung her eyes and her fingers hurt from scrubbing. She knew it was nothing compared to what was happening to Chris, to Chase, to Jack, to ( Read more... )