Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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Laurel Davis | Human; Citizen

Posted on Mon Oct 05, 2015 9:28 am

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Laurel's House | Moderate Rain | 2 am

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The time after Ben left me alone in the hospital was a blur. Somehow I made it home alive despite the tears on my face and the rain that had started to come down in earnest as I drove home. When I pulled in to the drive my beloved home stood eerily in the dark forest. I didn't bother to pull in to the garage and instead stumbled through the rain to the door. I felt cold and weak yet the tiredness I was feeling at the beginning of my shift had faded.

I was soaked from the rain and my own tears but I didn't stop to remove my shoes or coat and instead dripped water through the house as I went from room to room, turning on every light and television and radio that I could find. I don't know what I was thinking except that I didn't want to be alone in a cold, dark, silent house. When I'd finished my first task I turned on the gas fireplace in my living room and stripped off my wet clothes so that I stood naked in front of its dry heat.

I took the afghan I kept draped on the couch and wrapped myself in it. I folded my body until I was in a ball on the ground, my wet hair leaving a puddle of moisture on the rug, and I cried. Why God? I asked, over and over.

When my tears finally stopped flowing I sat up and stared into the depths of the fire. How could it be so cheerful when all I felt was despair? What am I going to do? I asked it, my voice hoarse from crying. At first, the question felt rhetorical. Like there was no answer.

But there was. And it wasn't just going to fall from the sky. I had to choose what I was going to do. Was I going to let Ben control me just because he had become a monster? He had allowed himself to be controlled, but I was not. I was going to find this 'Army of God' and I was going to ask them for help or join them or something. Ben would not have done this to me if he had not feared them, and with a name like Army of God they could surely help me.

I'm going to St. Paul's, and I'm taking Ben down.

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