"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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ADELAIDE
There is a tenseness to my muscles that makes me more like a mannequin on this soft mattress. I want so much to melt onto the soft foam and drift into the world of dreams. Yet my brain is still a violent whirl of stupidity and mistakes, trying to organize the chaos in my life. Ironic really, what I really need to survive tomorrow is sleep, at lease six hours would be nice. But for that to happen I will have to be out in less than five minutes.
Aislinn had given me her own room to sleep, but I refused to sleep on her bed. I didn't want to take any more favor from her but she was adamant.
After fruitless arguments, we mutually decided to sleep on the same bed.
Of course I didn't trust her even more than one ounce, but I had to whatever I could to survive till tomorrow morning; till the time I am in the scorch again.
I chuckle inaudibly at the irony. Earlier I wanted to do anything to get away from the scorch. In a safe building and now that I am, I want to get out as soon as possible.
"You know, you should be asleep by now." A raspy voice speaks softly.
"I'm...I'm insomniac." I whisper, twiddling my thumbs on my stomach.
Aislinn sighs. The bed creaks softly and her peers over the top of the makeshift barrier that I'd built between us- a barrier of spare blankets and pillows.
"I had sleeping pills. You should have told me earlier."
And what if it is actually a high dosage sleeping pill that will knock me out immediately, giving you the perfect opportunity to kill me?
"I don't take sleeping pills. I was... advised against it." I lie.
"By whom?"
"By the doctor."
"WICKED doctors?"
"Glade doctor." Stan.
"The doctors in here allows a little bit of pills when it's absolutely necessary."
"It's fine." I quickly try to end the conversation. "I'm used to it."
"You were a heavy sleeper earlier. I had to scream at your ear to make you awake." She muses, "What happened?"
"Nightmares." I blurt out before I can stop myself. "Memories, flashbacks, my handiwork."
"You saw... everything?"
"Most of it. Enough to know what I was."
An uncomfortable silence passes through us. I lick my lips. "If I were to believe that you have looked over me since I was a kid, then how come you never stop what they did to me?"
