Awaking The Sun

me, and even when I slept, it appeared in my dreams. When I peeled myself from my bed, the next morni

s thankful I didn't have any classes on Sundays, and thankful tha

hallucination. Whether it did or didn't happen didn't really matter. All that I cared about

essages from Skylar. These texts consumed some type of worried phrases, some threats that if I went mis

n down my spine. "I know you saw it, you'll keep seeing them more and more. When you've had enough, send me a message. I'm giving you until next week, then we will be gone, and have no way of protecting you." The message wasn't signed

e. It wasn't necessarily the way the creature looked, although from what I remember, it was absolutely horrible. No,

again. But, then again, what could the creep possibly do? I had a feeling that if thes

en one before? And what indicates that I'd see it, or them again? I

have been the creep who had been the shadow. And maybe he was playing some sick game

fed. I forgot to eat dinner last night, and my body was dealing with the consequences. I walked to the open cafeteria hoping they had something decent to eat this morning. When I arrived, the place

of coffee, it made me feel even worse with this terrible hangover. I knew I drank a lot last night, but it wasn'

mple Earl Grey tea and a toasted bagel. Once food and drink were in hand, rather than finding a table in the dining hal

etter. With each bite of the bagel, the smooth, velvety cream cheese melted in my mouth. T

ustle of people walking around. It being a Sunday morning

y subconscious thoughts, I would. Ignoring my wishes, they brought up everything I wa

back did nothing to ease my discomfort. Every sound, even the few birds chirping in the tree above, made me jump. I desperately w

e me light-headed. Thankfully, I felt a buzz from my back pocket. Hoping to distract myself, I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen. I answered th

ed and didn't want to just leave without texting you something, pl

words wouldn't make a difference. I'd still have to let her g

son would take that and be like, oh yeah, okay, makes sense. When someone says they're di

dude, what if you were drugged and after you sent that text a guy would have offered to drive you home, and because you trust people so easily, y

iously? I am not too trusting." I absolutely hated when she got like this. Like a moth to a flame, she couldn't resist the urge to fixate on her ex's ne

if you went missing or got hurt because I wasn't there to protect you." Her voice softened, and maybe if I didn't feel like my

ing the next guy to fill the empty hole Jake left. And, and I don't need you protecting me. We aren't twelve anymore, I can handle shitty thing

d, and could really make sense as to w

ped, and I couldn't undo

er voice trembled with sadness. "Fine, then ma

to respond, apologize, and beg for her to forget what I had said, but

ast. My experiences in foster homes led her to become my protector. She made it a point to be available whenever I needed her, especially in similar situation

icemail. I decided my best plan of action was to send her a text, hoping

protective, and I love you more than anyone. Please forgive me,

fully, my proposing her favorite show, which s

y - her eyes narrowing, her lips cu

get a response any

and sleep until my shift started. I was stunned by the sheer madness of the past t

was lock my door