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WITH SHAKING FINGERS, Rosalie ran a hand through her dark hair. Like so many times before, the brunette sat on the edge of her bed surrounded by darkness. She was dressed in her pajamas (an old band T-shirt and black sweatpants), not-so-ready to get some sleep. The past few nights have been nothing short of horrendous for her, plagued by nightmares and actual physical exhaustion. It had affected her work habits during the day, hours usually brimming with productivity now drowned her in stress and anxiety; but she didn't let anyone see this. The Monet knew that her family would worry and fuss about her if they had a glimpse of the terrors she was forced to bear.
Rosalie always had this mask, or façade, of professionalism and composure, so they wouldn't notice her pain. Her mother, although absent most of the time as a cause of her job, would definitely jump to conclusions. Alaska was also out of the house on most days, and when they did meet, she was withdrawn and distracted by her own thoughts. Her younger brother Jacob was either focused on schoolwork or spending time with Jeremy Gilbert. Their father wasn't even in the state due to his demanding occupation. So, that left Rosalie alone with Fiji.
He was actually a good companionㅡand a great cuddle buddy. He didn't complain about anything because, well, he couldn't talk. Obviously. The puppy was there for her, always listening (at least, she thought he did) to her rants. Rosalie actually believed that he was attached to her as he would literally follow her everywhere; but it felt nice knowing someone wanted to be in her presence.
The Monet gently scratched behind Fiji's ears, smiling once their gazes met. "Are you comfortable, Ji?" she cooed at the puppy on her bed, resting happily on her sheets.
"Wish I could say the same," Rosalie sighed, turning her attention to the plastic bottle on her bedside table. She grabbed it, staring mindlessly at the container.
Sleeping pills
"Dreamless sleep?" she snorted upon seeing a miniscule bubble of advertisement at the bottom corner. The pill bottle was popped open, a small capsule landing on her palm. She grabbed a glass on the table, downing the pill and the water in a quick gulp, muttering, "We'll see about that."
But that was hours ago.
She had taken the pill hours ago, and she was clearly in her bedroom when she took it.
The sight before her looked nothing like her bedroom. Rosalie now sat on a grassy and damp surface, the sporadically distributed patches of soil tainting her sweatpants. There was a few blades of grass and leaves and dirt staining the rest of her body from the laying position she previously found herself in. She stared at the stream a few steps away from her. It was clear and she could see the faint outlines of the rocks at the bottom. The steady flow of water sounded calming, but the brunette was so tired of everything that she couldn't find it in her to be affected by it.
