To see me through Day 41 pt.3

Its not sand, or dirt, the best way to describe it is debris. Debris blowing and whipping across the room, flying around so much and raining on them that it almost cuts the flesh from their body. Its so loud from the wind that a constant roar is all that can be heard, like standing next to a train passing by that never ends. Even if they could hear, they don't dare open their mouths for fear of getting a mouth full of the dust, dirt, debris and small stones that race at them from every direction. Day 41, filled with so much drama, its torture is to essentially survive a explosion of wind, debris coming at the group non stop.

Ross sits huddled with Anne, Liz and Jim, making a small circle trying to shield each other from the onslaught. Before the wind had hit these speeds the group had made an attempt to get Daniel to join them but it was to no avail. The four arms locked over each other shoulders try to hide their face and keep their breath from slipping away in this man made 'sandstorm' or sorts.

Groups all around the room sit together, some in pairs, some in four or more but only Daniel today is on his own. He sits against the wall with his shirt off and wrapped around his face, with his hands cupped over his ears he tries to block out everything, but being in his head right now, alone, is not the place he wants to be either. In his head he sees Dalton. He's staring down at him and reliving that moment when he pulled the mask off and his face, beaten to a pulp laid there un-moving. Cipher manipulated him into killing Dalton, he manipulated the group, his friends to lie to him so that he would be the last to leave this prison.

He heard them say they didn't know, but Anne said she did, so who can he believe? These people whom he's only known for a little over a month? Why would they care if he was last one in the room, what ties do they have to him, as long as it wasn't them. Would he act differently he thought, would he lie to someone if he wasn't Mr. 100 Days and pretend he didn't know to assure his safety?

His fists clenched from anger relax suddenly and he's transported by memory through time and space out of the room to a day when he and his wife and son were playing outside, having the greatest time. A car horn goes off and they suddenly have visitors, he sees his wife's friends exit their car, carrying plates of food and find it to be the craziest thing they would just show up unannounced with food. He asks her did he forget they have plans? She tells him no, she just didn't tell him because he thought he would be upset if he knew some of the girls were coming over.

He said to her, you couldn't tell me so you lied to me? She responded, no, I just didn't tell you, so I really didn't lie. Later on he found one of his child's toys broken by the door way and when he asked his son if he broke it he said no, the dog next door did. This was clearly a lie, the dog had no way of getting in their home, but his son being so young didn't know the logistics of his lie. He told his wife later on about the broken toy and about the lie about the dog. His wife asked if he called him out on his lie and told him it wasn't right. He said to her, what's the point, as we get older we just get better at lying or avoiding the truth, why make him a better liar now. They fought like married couples do, he was hurt, she was offended, she was hurt, he was offended in the end they tried to remember why they were fighting and realized that they were probably both right and both wrong at the same time.

He remembered saying to her, only humans lie, animals may trick other animals for survival but humans do it and know they're doing it all along, maybe we're just not meant to be with each other, we'd be better off behaving like animals. This didn't help the situation, it angered his wife more and she would use that logic of his against him time and time again when they would argue about anything.

The last time he thought about that fight was the day of their funeral, when he watched both of their coffins being lowered into the ground he screamed internally because instead of every happy moment he had with them in his life he was filled with the memory of every stupid fight, every missed kiss, every lie and every avoidance of the truth. He would never get a chance to say again to his wife, just see me through this, and when that was taken from him, his faith in nearly everything was shattered.

He thought to himself again, would he have lied, would he have kept quiet and  not  told the truth to avoid the consequences? Is it sometimes easier to let people think what they do to avoid fights and arguments? Yes, he answered to himself, yes it is, as awful as that sounds he knows that's the real truth. His wife was right, but she was gone and he couldn't tell her.

He stood up against the wall and tried to walk away from it as best he could in the insane storm, but unable to see or hear where his friends were it was pointless. He shuffled back to the wall and knew he was set to be alone for until morning. Day 41's torture for him wasn't the wind, or the debris or the roar of whatever it was that was blowing it all at them. It was his being left with his own thoughts and the fear that what few friends he had now he would lose forever, again.