The argument wasn’t supposed to go like that.

It wasn’t supposed to snow.

Jackie wasn’t supposed to…die.

And most importantly you weren’t supposed to walk on her screaming crying while Taissa held her back from Jackie’s frozen body.

You were just supposed to go help Travis with Javi, to help find him and then go back in the cabin and try and fix whatever the hell was going on.

But no. The universe really had other plans for you.

Natalie and Travis both turned to look at you as you stared at Jackie’s body gripping your bag straps, jaw clenched eyes traveling all over one of your best friends frozen body.

What were you even supposed to say in this situation?

Van swallowed and shared a glance with Nat before the bleach blonde moved placing a hand on your arm to catch your attention quietly in a soft voice saying your name but you didn’t move, didn’t even react to her presence.

You might as well have been as frozen as Jackie. You weren’t even blinking.

Your gaze slowly traveled from Jackie to Shauna who was sobbing in Taissas arms.

You let out a breath feeling every single emotion rather fall on you, you swallowed harshly trying to push them away but failed as you started hyperventilating.

Shauna’s eyes going on you looking all over your body before mumbling your name, rather incoherently, you barely heard her but you did and your gaze turned to her.

That night you did not say anything actually you didn’t say anything for days, weeks, a month.

Until you stopped eating too, it’s not like you were doing great before either.

But now? Yeah no that plate was never even touched.

And then.

One night. That night that Jackie was supposed to be burned? Ha. No you watched next to Ben by the door as they all ate her.

Which caused you to lock yourself in the cabins guy room with Ben, neither of you slept that night.

Traumatised was an understatement when it came to describing what you were.

And then one night.

“Please eat” Shauna’s voice came from behind when you were sat by the window next to the fireplace, plate in hand, her voice was quiet, soft, but there was emotions behind it, it sounded like worry.