Snippet #10030

Christi stared in wonder, her eyes still darting around anxiously, as Leila walked over to the annoyingly reluctant Matt. Leila must have been a nice person when she was alive. Christi wouldn't have known because she barely had any true friends and those who knew her were not necessarily known by her.

Suddenly, a loud burst of laughter from Stephen interrupted her thoughts. She looked over, one eyebrow raised, as he rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. His constant laughter started to scare her and she subconsciously realized she was taking steps towards him, then away from him, then she really started freaking out.

"Stop....stop...stop..." she muttered like an innocent child. "It's not funny.....no....not funny....nothing funny....no...he's dead...he's gone...." Christi backed up some more and stopped a little ways from the group, her eyes glazed over and wide.

Her brother...he was gone....he...wait...she she was gone. "Marcus...." she muttered, looking around. "Marcus are you here?" she said a little louder.

After stepping around in a giant circle, she abruptly stopped. Then she realized where she was. She looked around the group and turned away, embarrassed. Everyone knew of her condition, but she didn't remember of ever losing it in front of them. Had she?