The Forgotten Sleepover

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇.... 𝓑𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃...

𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹? 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓈? 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃?

𝒲𝒽𝓎? 𝒲𝒽𝓎? 𝒲𝒽𝓎? 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝑒𝒹...

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"Ugh! W-what...! What the fuck...!?" Tamia groaned, her head was pounding and spinning, her vision was blurry, and she was on the... Ground? Tamia was so confused but she rubbed her head trying to get rid of the pain in her head but it wasn't helping. "What the fuck..." Tamia whispered and realized that her face was near the floor so she flipped over on her back and groaned because her body was in sudden pain. Tamia's vision soon cleared halfway up and she was able to slowly lift herself up with her elbows, she looked around and noticed that she was in her room! Had she fallen asleep on the ground? Or did she roll off the bed and onto the ground? She couldn't remember a thing and took her a moment to even realize that she was in Leo's house. Tamia looked around again but everything became more noticeable then when she first stepped in the room. The bed, HER bed had been toppled over and the mattress was torn apart and the cotton was scattered everywhere. Tamia's eyes widened as she saw that the ceiling fan was broken and the lights flickered, the drawers had been smashed with a hammer that was next to Tamia, the walls were covered in brown splotches, and the closet window had been smashed.

Tamia was speechless at first, "t-there's no way... This room... It CAN'T be completely destroyed..." Tamia's voice trembled as she began to get up. The rug she was laying on nearly ripped in half but she rolled off the rug and onto the wooden floor that was no longer as shiny and smooth as it used to be. Tamia grabbed onto the drawer and pulled herself up but her legs were so wobbly that she nearly fell face first onto the ground. Tamia used the wall and leaned herself against it, her legs were so swore, and she felt like passing out but she had all these questions in her head on what the hell happened to her room. Tamia soon found the door and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge, she was locked in, "how is the door...? Nevermind that..." Tamia said to herself then her vision completely cleared up and her head was no longer throbbing in extreme pain. Tamia had the chance to walk again but it only made the room more seeable and it worried Tamia to know what the heck had happened.

The door, it wasn't just locked but had wooden planks nailed into the wall to cover the door. The knob was broken in which she couldn't twist the handle or twist the lock at all or maybe the door wasn't locked. Maybe the planks were the problem. The room was turning harshly cold and Tamia was freezing, luckily her clothes weren't torn and just scattered all over the room, she looked around and found a black sweat shirt laying on the black dresser drawer and nearly blended in. Tamia never remembered packing a black sweat shirt but the room was so cold that she didn't care and grabbed it by the hood, she threw the sweat shirt on and rolled the sleeves up a bit so she wouldn't get too hot. She had trouble opening the drawers but she oddly found her light pink fuzzy pants that she swore her grandmother had put in the winter clothes pile in a box but again, she didn't care, she threw on the pants over her shorts, found her socks and shoes and put them on too. Tamia didn't want to step on anything sharp but she needed to at least pick up her clothes.