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Some Things You Can't Change	By : selphiealmasy8 Category: G through L > Jeepers Creepers Views: 6565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter summary: Believing it has something to do with
Darry, Trish resolves to discover the reason why the crow is haunting her

Chapter 3: Willingly
Led�

Though she didn�t know what she hoped to accomplish by doing
it, Trish stole silently into her brother�s vacant bedroom. As she opened the
door she felt the feeling that doing so was somehow committing sacrilege. The other part of her saw it has some kind
of masochism. Being in Darry�s room
would not bring him back. It would not
close the wound that was devouring her heart.

Still she went in.

The room was exactly as he had left it although probably a
tad more neater. Their mother had
undoubtedly cleaned up a bit before they had left the campus, partially hoping
that her son would be coming home during the break and mess it up again so she
could repeat the cycle. Darry had told
his sister that their mother expected, even depended on, his selfish and
slobbish behavior. Trish hadn�t
believed him then but now she realized he had been telling her the truth. Maybe their mother felt truly happy when she
could be of some use and in the process become distracted from her own
problems. Mrs. Jenner probably had been
looking forward to her son returning so she could escape, no matter how
briefly, all that secretly bothered her.
What she had received in the end however was one more source of pain,
worse than the others.

Trish sat on the bed.
It felt terribly easy to believe that Darry would soon come bursting
through the door. That he was out and
she was merely waiting for him to return.
In her hands she held the 3 pieces of clothing she had taken of
his. A pair of dyed pink jockey shorts
with his name on them, the torn and dirty Bannon shirt he had been wearing when
he fell into the church�s basement and another shirt, one of his
favorites. The first 2 articles of
clothing were for remembrance. They
were so strongly connected to the last time she would ever see her brother. They were the cross she would bear. The other was free from that dreadful
time. She could look at it and remember
Darry, happy, content and unaware of what would happen.

She lay the clothing on the bed, spreading it before her and
pressing it flat. As her hands moved
over the clothing, she remembered the dream she had had last night. Touching his clothing, seeing the dream
replay in her mind, she felt a stirring both physical and emotional. She was unsure of how to deal with her
feelings. She closed her eyes. The image of Darry, the feeling of his hands
on her, his lips touching her, his being inside of her, his rose tattoo in the
moonlight were etched on her heart as if they were not solely a dream but
something real and tangible. Eyes remaining
closed, Trish touched his clothing until her hand crept to the bed, searching
for somebody who was not there.

Trish opened her eyes and sighed. Running a hand through her hair she tried to vanquish the memory
of the dream from her mind. Her eyes
came to rest on a picture beside the bed of Darry and herself when they had
been children. She studied it. Her hands lifted and she touched it briefly. Her hands moved to the photograph beside
it. Darry smiled at her in a picture
that had been taken on his graduation day.
He looked almost silly in his graduation outfit. How often he had joked
that he�d never make it out of Hell High. How often she had agreed with
him. Yet somehow he�d managed it. Trish had made sure she would be there for
his graduation even though Andrew had tried to stop her, claiming they had made
an obligation to be somewhere else. It
had been a lie. Andrew had always
suddenly recalled another obligation or place they must be whenever something
important had happened in her life, something she couldn�t miss. Trish had knowingly gone against her
boyfriend although he had later made her pay for an act he considered a
betrayal.

Trish remembered how happy her parents had been that
day. She remembered how goofy Darry
seemed, almost drunk on the fact that he had succeeded in freeing himself. He was one step closer to his own life. Until then he proclaimed he would party his
brains out. Trish remembered hugging
him after the jokes. She remembered
telling him how proud she was of him.
They had held onto each other for a very long time before their mother and father had found them and they
had to separate. Trish remembered the
flush on Darry�s cheeks and the feeling of the heat on her own.

Staring at the picture, tracing her brother�s face with the
tip of her finger, Trish could not look away from the depth of his brown eyes
and the peace they offered despite the confusion of her feelings. She brought the photo to her lips and kissed
it gently. Being struck with the
feeling she was being watched, she quickly and guiltily placed the picture on
her lap. Looking in at her, sitting on
the windowsill, was the crow.

They held each other�s gaze, the bird and the girl. Suddenly the crow moved and started rapping
on the window.

�This is crazy,� Trish said knowing that the bird was asking
to be let in. Still she stood and
walked over to the window. It was
initially unwilling to open probably due to disuse. Trish eventually managed to open it and the crow flew in. It landed on the bed, standing amid the
displayed clothing. It stared at the
girl steadily. She walked slowly
towards it. Trish knelt on the floor
beside the bed, resting her head on the mattress and peered into the black eyes
of the crow. She reached out a hand and
tenderly touched the bird. It allowed
the contact and she began to stroke it.
After seconds of this the crow walked over to Trish�s bare arm. There was a bruise on it from where Andrew
had grabbed her. The crow rubbed its
head tenderly against the mark.

�What do you want?�
Trish asked, her voice a mere rasp.

The crow was silent.
It looked into her eyes.

�What are you trying to tell me, huh?�

The bird stopped brushing against the woman�s arm. It flew into the air above the bed. Trish, startled by the sudden motion backed
away. The sound of the wings flapping
madly filled the room. Paper not
weighed down blew away from the spots they had been placed last. It was too strong a wind to be created by
only a regular crow, Trish thought.
This bird was not normal. She
had never made any assumptions that it was.

When it came down it landed on the picture of Darry Trish
had kissed moments before. It was an
action that earned Trish�s undivided attention. If what the bird was trying to
tell her concerned Darry she would try all she could to listen.

Trish may have asked if Darry was still alive but she stored
no faith in the question. If Darry was
alive the crow would not be here.
Instead, believing that Darry was dead only made what the bird was
trying to tell her all the more compelling and confusing.

The crow stood on the photograph. Repeatedly it pecked at the area around the boy�s eyes. Trish reached out and touched the picture
gently caressing the image of her brother�s face, stopping the bird from it�s
pecking.

The crow spread it�s wings and flew over to the picture
of Darry and Trish together. It gazed at Trish who looked at the crow and
then back at the photograph in the frame.
More than anything Trish knew she wanted to be with her brother again. Was this what the crow wanted too? Did the crow know if this was possible some
way? Could it lead her to where the
Creeper had taken him?

Trish sighed and walked over to the other side of the
bed. Once again the bird did not fly
away from her approach. She sat on the
edge of the bed and stared at the photo the crow sat perched on. She couldn�t even remember when exactly the
picture had been taken or what had happened that day other than that Darry was
sitting on his bicycle, smiling at the camera.
He had to be no older than eleven or twelve. She was standing beside him, one of Darry�s arms was wrapped
around her shoulder. Her arms were
folded. She was a serious looking girl
on the verge of puberty. Gawky and
slightly frowning. Darry didn�t appear
to mind. He looked as happy as ever.

�I miss him�� Trish told the crow. �I want him here again� With me��

At her words the bird flew past her, darting back to the
windowsill. Instead of flying out the
window the crow flew back towards the girl sitting on the bed and then once
more flew back to the window.

Trish understood that it was trying to lead her somewhere
just has it had when she had broken down inside the Chevy Impala in Poho. Trish knew that having let the crow inside
she could not help but follow it.
Knowing it was trying to tell her something concerning Darry she would
not let it escape her and it�s message become lost.

She rose and headed to the window. Having made sure she was finally following it the crow flew
outside. Trish watched as the bird
swooped down and landed on her father�s car.

Understanding what she was suppose to do, the girl fled from
her brother�s room. She left the
clothes on Darry�s bed, hoping that they would still be waiting for her when
she returned or she would never return, having found something she craved even
more: the boy who had worn them.

* * *

�I can�t let you take the car,� Mrs Jenner said. She would not meet her daughter�s eyes. She kept them fixed on the placemat in front
of her on the kitchen table where she sat.
The edges of the mat were ragged.
It was stained in several places but Trish still recognized it through
she had not seen it for years. It had
been Darry�s. She had always assumed
that her mother had thrown it out when it had become too battered. Apparently it had been kept, stored away
somewhere. Trish wondered if her own
placemat was hidden away in a closet.

�Mom I need it.�

�No! I can�t. What would your father say? Why don�t you get Andrew to drive you to
wherever you want to go?�

�Because I�d frankly rather walk than get into a car with
that son of a bitch.�

�Trisha!� Mrs.
Jenner exclaimed, raising her head in shock.
Trish was glad that she finally had her mother�s undivided attention.

�Look it�s really important,� she implored. �I really need to use it.�

�Why?� her mother asked, her eyes narrowed.

There was no way on earth Trish had decided that she would
tell her mother the real reason why she wanted to use the car. Better to let her just believe in a lie. It was easier that way.

�A friend needs me.
She�s had a few fights with her boyfriend. He�s been� Well he hasn�t been that nice.� It was an easy story for Trish to
create. One close to herself.

�And what about you?� the older woman snapped angrily. �What about Dari�� she couldn�t say the
name. �Look at all we�ve been through,�
she started again after a moment of silence.
�Is your friend thinking about that?�

Trish stopped and thought for a while before she spoke
again. �I need to get my mind off
things Mom. I can�t stop thinking about
what happened. I can�t help but miss
him all the time.� There were tears in
Trish�s eyes. They were genuine.

�I�m so sorry honey,� Mrs. Jenner apologized softly before
rising and holding Trish�s head gently in her hands. �You can go if you want to.
I understand how you feel. I
just don�t know what to tell your father.�

�Don�t tell him anything.
If you have to� tell him I took the keys and left,� Trish said and held up the car keys she had
already stolen from out of her dad�s pocket.

Mrs. Jenner looked at her daughter sternly but there was
thin smile playing on her lips. �You
were going to go regardless of what I said weren�t you?�

Trish lowered her hand.
�I�d rather you knew what I was doing first.�

�He�ll know that I�m lying,� the older woman said.

�Consider it the final excuse to get that divorce you want
so badly.�

Mrs. Jenner was stunned.
�How did you know?�

�You�re not happy Mom.
I can see that,� Trish hugged her mother. �Don�t worry. You took
care of Darry and me for so long. Take
some time to care for yourself.�

Once the embrace was over, Trish Jenner kissed her mother
and hurried out the back door.

The crow was still waiting for her. It cawed as if scolding the girl for taking
so long.

�I hurried as fast as I could alright?� she exclaimed exasperated. She hurriedly opened the car door and got
inside. Putting the key in the ignition
and starting the car up, the crow took to the sky and headed back in the
direction where all the madness had begun.
Trish watched it and then glanced back at the house. She knew then that she could always stop the
car and go back inside. She could
continue her life, mourn for Darry but go on.
She still had the chance to attempt to lead a normal existence.

Without a moment�s hesitation, Trish backed the car out of
the driveway and followed the crow she could luckily still see in the clear
blue sky above her.

* * *

Driving her father�s car across the south, backtracking the
journey she had just taken with her parents, Trish felt an eerie sensation
steal over her. The drive with her
parents had been a painful one. Every
second she had felt the absence of Darry and the need for him her heart had
confessed. Her mother and father had been poor substitutes. It was Darry she wanted by her side, telling
jokes or just trying to be amusing or of some help in his clumsy, endearing
way. He had been the balance she needed
to lift herself out of the depression she seemed intent on sooner or later
falling into.

Trish had not known this then but she had become agonizingly
aware of it since he was gone.

Now driving back to some destination she was unsure of, she
did not feel that same desperate loneliness.
It seemed crazy but she realized that while she kept the crow in her
sight she felt close to the brother she had lost. As long as Trish was near to the bird part of her devastation
eased and her mind was able to stay clear and focused.

Trish pulled into a motel as the sun left the visible sky
and everything darkened. It had been
the crow�s suggestion. It had perched
itself on the sign reading vacancy and would not move no matter how many times
she blared the car horn at it. She had
been forced to do what it wanted.

Trish had phoned her mother and told her that she would not
be home anytime soon. Her friend needed
to stay. Mrs. Jenner replied that she
understood and that by her father�s reaction it was a good idea. The conversation finished, Trish rented a
room and retired to it, feeling her body loudly complain about having had to
sit in the same position for so long a time.

Discarding her top onto the floor and removing her bra and
throwing it on the bed, Trish quickly turned to the window and saw the crow
staring in at her as it usual. She
reached for the bra and hastily put it on again while the bird continued to
stare.

�You never could knock could you?� Trish said crankily. She
realized she had nothing else to wear.
She hadn�t packed anything though there were probably a few of her dad�s
shirts in the trunk of the car. It was
too hot to wear them. Normally she
wouldn�t have cared about going to sleep wearing nothing but the infernal bird
was standing at the window wanting to be let in.

Trish Jenner sighed and walked to the window once again doing
what the crow wanted her to.
Immediately the bird flew in and landed on the bed.

Trish took off her jeans but kept the black underwear on
underneath. The crow watched her as she
got into the bed beside it. When she
had done this it prepared itself for sleep.

�What?
Headache?� Trish joked and
turned out the lights.

The girl didn�t know the exact moment when sleep claimed her
or what she exactly dreamt other than knowing for sure at some point in the
dream she had heard the terrible horn of the Creeper�s decrepit truck. When she awoke the next morning her head
hurt. She quickly realized that the
crow was busily pulling at her hair. Strands of it hung from the bird�s beak
and it was yanking on it repeatedly

�Oww� Oww� Owww!�
Trish exclaimed. �That hurts!
Let go will you?�

The bird now did as it was commanded and then flew straight
for the window.

�So you wanted me to rest but now it�s back to business is
it?� Trish asked, throwing her legs
over the side of the bed. She smelt
admittedly awful. She could have done
with a shower but the bird insisted they leave and Trish could not argue. They were gone from the motel in no longer
than 6 minutes.

The drive resumed.

Trish flinched as they passed through Poho county, her old
Chevy Impala and worse of all the Police station. It was only the bird ahead of her and the hope that Darry was in
someway at the heart of what it intended to show her that gave her the strength
to move forward.

She was happy when she exited Poho township but her
happiness was quickly erased as she passed the Cat Lady�s house and then the
little diner where Darry had received the phone call from the psychic Jezelle.

�Just a regular trip down memory lane,� Trish said bitterly
to herself but kept on driving.

If she was shaken by having to briefly revisit the places
that brought back so many horrible memories she was mortified when she saw the
place the crow had finally brought her back to.

�Please dear Lord no�� she whispered.

But it could not be changed. The crow had led her back to the place where the nightmare had
pretty well started. Before her stood
the abandoned and ancient church, charred and burnt, wasted by fire.

The only thing that had survived unscathed was the sewer
pipe. The crow stood on it, cawing and
flapping its wings as Trish Jenner stepped out of her father�s. It beckoned her to come and follow the path
Darry had taken days before, the path that had led to such misery and terror.

Trish walked slowly across the yard of the destroyed church
to where the crow stood on the sewer pipe waiting for her.

The police had been here.
Recently. There were yards of
yellow tape, warning �Keep Out!� around the remains of the burnt church. Why they weren�t there today Trish could
only guess. Maybe they had simply finished
their job but left the warning behind for anyone stupid or curious. Or maybe something was working for her, some
strange magic that wanted her there and would not allow anyone to stop her. Her love for Darry had given her the
strength to follow the crow as if she were some mourning Alice willing to
follow her rabbit down the hole into Wonderland if it could bring her closer to
the heart she had lost. Even if the
rabbit wanted her to go down into a hole that led straight to a little slice of
Hell on Earth.

Standing in front of the sewer pipe, Trish smelt waste and
rot. Now there was ash mingling with
the scent she remembered well from the last time she had been there. She tried her best to not bring up the
slight breakfast she had had in the car on the way here, consisting of a few
crackers and a soda pop, but was unsuccessful.
She vomited to the side of the pipe.
The crow watched unfazed.

Staring once more into the pipe, Trish knew that the
basement remained although the rest of the church had been annihilated in the
blaze. Something remained for her down
there in the darkness. Something the
bird wanted her to find.

If it had to do with Darry Trish would not refuse.

�It�s my turn now, I guess,� she muttered to the crow. Grabbing the edges of the pipe, Trish
climbed inside. The smell was awful and
would only increase as she crawled further in.
Her journey through the tube was less dramatic than her brother�s had
been. The rats were gone and when she
came to the end of the tunnel she carefully tried to lower herself down to the
ground, though she couldn�t help but fall helplessly for a fraction of a
second. She landed painfully on the
floor. There was little. Trish fought a
sudden feeling of claustrophobia.
Feeling the room for space she stood and looked around seeing absolutely
nothing.

�What do you want me to do now?� she called out whether to
the crow or God she didn�t truly know.
Now she was where they both wanted her to be but she was left mostly
blind.

The sound of flapping wings rushed down the sewer pipe. The crow had heard her supplication. Trish
followed the sound of its wings. It at
least seemed to know where it was going.
She tripped several times. Once
as she tripped and fell to the floor some broken glass tore through the cloth
of her jeans. Her knee started to
bleed. Trish couldn�t see it but she
felt the sting and the stream of blood leaking from the wound.

Always the bird stayed close. Always Trish followed it despite her pain.

Suddenly the crow stopped and Trish felt a wall blocking her
path.

�Shit!� she cried.
She was sore and disappointed.
Whatever the crow had intended for her to find she had been too stupid
to understand it. She had failed both
it and Darry. The woman knelt on the
ground, knowing she would break down and cry.
As she fell to her knees the wound she had received brushed against
something lying on the ground below her.
Trish felt around her hands coming to rest on a dusty square
object. Remembering the dream she had
had a night ago, Trish hurriedly brought the object close to her heart.

She held in her hands the book from her dream.

The crow broke the silence.
It cawed, fiercely beating its wings against the air.
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