| Chapter 2 |
| We slowly walked in, taking in the small wash bin by the small bed which laid by the wall across from the door. I stepped in and frowned, catching a faint smell, of what, I wasn�t certain, nor did I honestly want to know. Terri walked over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer, seeing a few pieces of paper and a few ink wells. I walked over to the closet and pulled it open seeing the dresses laying inside, all dusted and clean. I gently touched one, feeling the fine material against my fingers. Terri walked up behind me and gazed at the clothes, pulling one of them out and holding it up against her body. "Well?" "Very, um, 1880�s," Shannon said, laughing a bit. Terri rolled her eyes and put it back. "This is so cool. You know, we�re in a place that�" "Most places in Tombstone are quite the same hon," I said, looking out the window, seeing the vast desert. "It�s all real. Everything you remember reading, this is the truth. Those people stood in the same place, Lord only knows doing what." "Comfty bed." All girls turned and stared at Terri. "What?" "That bed was used�" Jennifer shivered and I laughed at her. "I think after 100 a years, it�s fine," Terri said, rolling her eyes. "Stop playing the innocent party girl." Jennifer stuck her tongue out and moved to the door. "Next one." I caught the dresser in my sight and opened the door again, puling out a piece of the paper. "Terri, come here, please." She walked over to me and looked over my shoulder, reading the writing, a love letter actually. To a Kevin? An outlaw at that. Her eyes scanned the rest, liking the handwriting, but gasping as she saw the name signed at the bottom. I rose an eyebrow at her. "The only name that appeared in the Wild Gals was Rachel. But this handwriting is yours Terri, I will vouch on that." "But that�s not my name." "We don�t know. Is it possible for us to become.." "Shut up, it�s not possible, don�t even began to think like that. Now, let�s go." I put the paper back and followed her out of the room, closing the door behind us. I went into the next room, and saw Jennifer laughing as the dress looked so right on her. I shook my head, seeing the small bed by the window and the wash bin by the headboard. Terri saw the dresser and opened the top drawer, seeing the same thing, a love letter to an outlaw by the name of Brian and yet again, that was her handwriting, though another name. I rose my eyebrow at her, yet she refused to look at me. |
| "I want to see another room," Shannon, leaving the room and running down the hall. I followed her and went to the farthest room to the right of the landing. She threw open the door and it was the same as the first room, except different dresses. Megan glanced at me and went to the dresser and opened the door. She pulled out a letter addressed to an Alex and handed it to me. I shook my head and turned around, running into Terri. She took the paper, glanced it and than at Shannon. "Makes no fuckin� sense." "It can," I said, leaving the room and waiting for Megan to open the next door. She did and walked in, sucking a breath. She smiled as she danced around the room and I laughed at her. Like everyone else, she got a dress and held it against her body. I walked over to the dresser and pulled open the drawer, seeing all the same thing, except this one being addressed to a Nick. I sighed, handed the paper to Terri and she rolled her eyes. "Next one," Jennifer said, running out the room and to the door next door. She smiled and quickly put her hand on the knob, yet backing away a few seconds later. I felt someone brush my arm and stared at Megan, a smirk coming across my lips. "What?" "Nothing." I shoved and she ran into the door. She glared at me. "Chicken shit Resa." I rose my eyebrow and she turned the knob, shoving aside the door |
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