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Amelia Ledger's POV
I've barely gotten any sleep last night, I woke up countless times and I guess I've only slept four hours, more or less. I'm used to it by now, so it doesn't bother me anymore—well, maybe it does, but just a little bit—When I opened my eyes, the small alarm clock on my desk was showing 5:00. it was pretty early, and I struggled to fall asleep again, but I couldn't, so I woke up, fully this time.
since everyone was still sleeping, I decided to do my own things—first of all, I decided to take a shower. I had really good feelings about today and didn't know why, I just...did. Fortunately, my room had an attached bathroom, so the sound of the water running wouldn't wake anyone up.
I took a quick shower, the shower made me feel a lot better and a lot more relaxed, however short it was. I put on some new and clean clothes. Then, I dried my hair with my towel. Afterwards, I took my notebook, and my pencil along with it and went to sit on the window seat of my room.
It was getting brighter, so that meant I had enough light for drawing—I wanted to draw something to keep myself calm, relaxed, and most of all, distracted.
And for the good news, So far, I didn't get any headaches today. so why not keep it that way? for obvious reasons, I wasn't planning on endurance a terrible headache again.
While looking outside the window, I brought my knees and legs up so I could put my notebook on my knees, thinking about what should I draw.
I've already drawn my dad, Joseph, Luna, Beth, Maggie, Hershel, Glenn, and even Aunt Lily—Luna's mother—I had no idea who or what I should draw right now.
The first person that came to my mind was Daryl—I don't know why but he did. We didn't know each other and we still didn't like each other, so I just shook my head to argue with my brain.
Even my mind was against me and kept arguing with me, insisting on the Dixon. but I was more stubborn than my mind, so I decided to draw a Cherokee rose—Still a reminder of Daryl, though. I took a deep breath, turning my head back to my notebook. I opened my notebook, turning the pages, I furrowed when I noticed that the drawing of Glenn wasn't there.
I turned all the pages repeatedly three times and looked through all the pages three times, but it wasn't there. I sighed and opened a new empty page, where I saw the sign that showed that the drawing of Glenn had been ripped off, but I couldn't exactly remember when I ripped it off.
