[46] the healing process

                                    

                                          
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: THE HEALING PROCESS
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INSIDE A MOTEL, Alison Jenkins sat alone in the hotel. Hunched over the table, scribbling down words into her journal, working as if her hand just had a mind of its own. Alison found writing as an escape, even if it be something as simple as writing about her day. She enjoyed it, but what she enjoyed the most was creating stories. Writing about any other world than the one she lives in, the nightmare that fills her every moment.
Demons. Monsters. Death. 
That's all she's ever known, but when pen meets paper she gets to write about love, happiness and peace. In the world at her hand, a little girl would never know what it was like to be raised the way Alison had been. Scared, a gun in her hand before she knew long division, knowing the smell of burning flesh and the sounds of men screaming for their lives.
What broke Alison from her thoughts, was the sound of the door creaking open. Making her lift her head up, seeing her sister walk into the room, and when she was in Reese casually kicked the door closed behind her.
Although Alison's eyes lingered for a little longer, seeing the sight of Reese covered in blood. Her shirt trenched in blood, it covered her hands and neck. Alison had to look away, the sight of blood like that was always unsettling to her. 
"God damn demons, always like to make things hard." Reese tells her, as he sat down on the edge of the bed—Alison's bed. Alison ignores that fact, trying not to think about all the blood that was probably soaking into her sheets. "Turns out there was three of those bastards, showed them who's boss."
Alison remained silent, but let out a little forced chuckle. Turning around in her seat and resting her hands on the back of the chair, laying her chin on her hands as she watches Reese start to take off her boots.
"Hey, Reese?" Alison finally spoke up, her voice light and kind as she does when she usually wants something. Reese only hummed in a response, giving Alison the signal to continue, "Have you talked to those other hunters?"
Without even looking up, Reese asked, "Which ones?" That's when Reese throws her shoes towards the front door, both of them ending up on separate places.
Reese had stood from the bed and moved towards the bathroom, Alison heard the sink turn on and knew her sister was washing the blood off her hands. Which is why she spoke a little louder so that her voice could be heard as she said, "Y'know, the big idiots and the ginger girl."
"Oh—uh, no, I haven't." Reese shouts back at her over the sound of the faucet running. "Why?"
Alison shrugs her shoulders, even though her sister wasn't around to see it. Just before her admitted, "Just wondering. I just kinda liked them." 
Suddenly the running water turns off and Reese is poking her head out of the bathroom. Staring at her sister, Reese was confused as her face was all tight and she even seemed a little concerned. "Ali, they started all this, remember?"
"It's not like they meant to, plus who knows maybe there's more to the story. No body just accidentally opens up a devil's gate." Alison defends these strangers she had known for two days, it just came out before she could even think about it. 
"Doesn't matter if they meant to or not, it's best if we keep away from them." Reese states, walking out of the bathroom. Her hands partly cleaned now as she made her way towards her bag.