It was a relatively warm afternoon for a change, which would have been nice if it had matched Sierra’s mood. However, underneath the fake smile she always wore was a tornado threatening to rip its way out and unleash its wrath on everybody she came into contact with. Sierra didn’t truly want to be like this, not really, not deep down when she actually stopped to think about it… she just thought that those people at therapy camp were idiots, trying to fix something that wasn’t able to be fixed inside of her. She didn’t want to get over Matt’s death, didn’t want to stop feeling angry that the person who killed him was out there somewhere living their life like nothing had happened. And then Annie Pierce, that little bitch, had just had to get involved. Sierra was glad that she was dead… not that she would say that out loud. She was cured, after all, she was supposed to feel sad that a sixteen-year-old girl was brutally murdered even though she’d been a complete psycho towards her.
She sighed, shrugging off her jacket after figuring she’d be too warm. She didn’t know why -A wanted her to go to the church… maybe it was just a test to make sure she was still on the right side. Regardless, Sierra usually did what she was asked of by -A without question because she was so focused on the future revenge she had been promised on those bitches who had stood idly by, even participated, while Annie tore the town apart in whatever way she saw fit. Sierra had been suffering enough over Matt’s death when Annie had started tormenting her and… safe to say she had no remorse now about what she was doing. About helping - A. She was just getting tired of not having information beforehand. She got a little nervous and anxious sometimes when she didn’t know what to expect and this was no exception.
“I’m going out!” She shouted, not knowing if anybody was even in the house, and slammed the front door behind her. She winced, hoping that if anybody was in they wouldn’t think that she was in a bad mood. She had to act happy almost all the time, act like she had the tools to cope, that she could do this. Sierra sighed, checking her phone, and then hurrying off down the street towards the church. She glanced up at the sky, trying to quiet her mind and allowing some of that anger she usually kept buried to creep to the surface. She was by herself now so where was the harm?