A week had elapsed since that night at the club and Linda still had no idea who the Good Samaritan had been that night. The people of Windowmill were funny. So they decided to bring her home and yet never turn up for any reason ever again. Like she was the huge monster in a cabin in the woods. But today, she would go out again even though felt sick to the bone marrow. Sick of staying in the huge house all by herself like she'd done for the past three and a half years. For a second, she did not even realize how they'd slipped away. She had wallowed away so much in self-pity that she almost lost her life as well. Plus, she would rather have company clubbing than stay here alone trying to fight her demons. She was on a mission to bring her shriveled soul back to life. Her first move was to club the heck out of Windowmill until she got her life back. The life she had led five years ago. And like that night a week ago, she was going to the club. Do the same thing, same routine. Only tonight she would make sure she doesn't drink herself silly. She had to recall every bit of tonight. Every detail about whoever came close to her.
"Yes!"
She screamed
'But no,'
Tonight she would drive the car that had been her parents.