"Gracey," a familiar voice calls my name.
"Grace love, open your eyes for mommy" another voice adds.
Mom?
Could it be her, and dad? That is my dad?
They must be worried sick, wondering how I am and if I am okay. I miss them so much and judging from the way they are talking, it is clear that they miss me just as much. I have to see them. I need to open my eyes, but I am unable to. All I can see is darkness, my old friend. I am almost getting used to it, almost!
"Mom! Dad!" I call out to them. They need to hear me.
"Gracey!" Dad calls, his voice drifting away like the wind.
"Dad!" I scream. "Don't leave me! Not again!"
"Grace! Grace! Grace! Grace! " A muffled up voice is calling me, and can see the light flashing over my eyelids. "Grace!" The voice repeats.
It is getting closer now and I will my eyes to open, but they will not. I guess I am not fully conscious yet.
"Can she wake up already?" An annoyed voice says. I know it all too well.
"Give her time, unlike us, she actually needs sleep," a softer voice says.
"I miss sleep," another says. That is Asher. Yep, definitely Asher.
"You're dead, why would you want to sleep. We don't get tired," Israel says, annoyed. Like that is something new.
I am mentally rolling my eyes.
"You don't have to crush my dreams just cause you don't have any," Asher defends.
Well done boy. If I was not half unconscious
I would totally give him a high-five.
"Well I'm sorry Ash," he actually sounds genuine.
Wow I wish I could see this right now.
"We both can't have any dreams you know why? Cause we're freaken dead idiot!" Israel yells and I stir, regaining consciousness. My eyes crack open and I wince. The light is blinding so I have to close them again and allow my pupils to slowly adjust.
"Guys shut up, she's waking up," Kenneth says.
"It's about time," Israel scoffs.
"Guys?" I croak, looking around. I am in a small room, it must be the guest room or something.
There is a wardrobe with a pile of blankets and bags on top of it. There is also a small dressing table with a large mirror on it. I am staring at my reflection and ding dong that is a no no. I just quoted Trolls. I love Trolls.
"Yeah you look like crap," Israel says bluntly.
"What time is it?" I ask, ignoring his comment.
"Nine a.m, you've been sleeping for twelve hours straight," Asher says.
"Really? What happened last night?" I sit up.
"Well you listened to Israel and fainted. And you must have hit your head pretty hard cause you weren't waking up," Kenneth briefs me.
"Oh." Now that I think of it, my head really does hurt. "Where are Shamiso and Charles.....uhh....I mean your parents?" I ask.
"Well father had to go to work and mom is-" Kenneth is cut off by a knock on the door.
"Grace? Grace are you awake? Can I come in?" Shamiso asks through the door. Wow she's really nice.
"Yes, uh...you can come in!" I say. The door opens and she enters.
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The Painting
General Fiction''Hey," I greet them. The scary looking one doesn't spare me a glance. The one with green eyes keeps talking, but the blue eyed one looks up at me for a second then back at his book. He sort of does a double take and his eyes widen as he looks back...
