𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕯𝖎𝖊 || Draken x Reader

XXXIV: 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯

As the night winds stilled and blew just a light stream, the faint sounds of your breathing were all that accumulated the whole ambiance of the room. Foreign motions continued to be undetected during this airy midnight. It was only Maho, the ceiling fan circulating wind, the crickets chirping, and your eyes blinking.

You thought you were going to sleep the night away. Frightened horrors continued to draft your body-tumbling slumber in even now, much to your dismay. You kept tossing and turning until you eventually became tired of being tired and were stuck in an endless loop of being void of the capability to rest. Blinking, frustrated eyes stared at the ceiling in contemplation; thoughts running rampant like the speed of a train hitting an accidental passerby.

Maybe it was the noises of your bedsheets, maybe it was the sighs that escaped your dry lips, but soon enough, you felt Maho open to full consciousness. She got up from beside you on the bed and just sat there for a moment. You furrowed your brows in confusion, wondering if she was still half-asleep and was just sleepwalking. Funnily, it seemed as if she heard your silent wonders because she turned to you and mumbled incoherent words. Her voice was dead raspy and it sounded like bones clanking.

"Sorry, what?" You whispered back in a gravelly tone.

She cleared her throat before repeating her statement. "I can't sleep with you."

The way she worded that out surprised you at that moment that it made you tickle with merriment and childish amusement.

"What's funny?" She grunted. After a while, she realized the whimsical connotation of her previous statement. "That's not what I meant. I meant like," Maho stuttered, "I mean that you move so much, you keep bothering me!"

"Ah, sorry. I just can't sleep."

Maho closer her eyes and rested her head on the pillow again. "That much is obvious."

"Sing me a lullaby," you bluntly demanded from her.

"Huh?" She turned to you with a pinched expression and you chuckled at the sight of her looking like an offended monkey.

"I'm joking."

"Why can't you sleep? Aren't you tired— because I am."

"I don't know. I'm tired, but not sleepy."

"You're so confusing."

A chuckle erupted from your throat. You were confusing— that much was true. Even you knew that all too well. But the matter of the fact right now wasn't because you were confusing; you knew why you couldn't sleep; you were still livid with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You kept repeating the supercut of pictures blaring through your head. The punches they threw at you, the kicks to your leg, the shoves, the pushes. It was humiliating. It was dehumanizing. And the more you tried to calculate just how much they had hurt you, the more you became frustrated with your deaf course of actions. You did so little to defend yourself and you deemed it pathetic.

"Something on your mind?"

Maho interrupted you from your thoughts as she turned around her side of the bed to face you.

"No, nothing much," you lied as you presented a small smile.

"Tell me about America," she jovially exclaimed. "What did you do there? Tell me everything!"

"Well, nothing new happened. I lived with grandma, studied, and—"

"Did you meet new friends?"