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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟱𝟭

I hate this stupid car seat.

I'm sure none of my friends have to sit in one, and it makes me feel like a baby.

Usok seems to know of my grumpy and self-destroying mood, and has now taken to the sit in silence approach.

Luckily, I know he's not angry, so the silence is only making me tired. I will not sleep. I didn't sleep much last night, but that doesn't mean I'll let myself succumb to the dreadfully draining and terrifying horrors of my mind.

My memories.

If I sleep I will only awaken more tired, drained, and scared. I don't want to sleep, and I won't.

I watch the outside, how the trees blur from the car moving fast along the road. The car tries to lure me to fall into the siren song of its vibrations in which try to lull me to sleep. I refuse, I plug my ears, I lean my head away from the window to escape them.

I will not sleep.

I won't.

I simply refuse.

How do I stay awake? How do I trick my mind?

I think back on the times with my brothers, the things we do. I frown slightly, I'm not very capable of much, so the only thing we really do is watch movies.

Aha!

There's no way I could possibly fall asleep with a movie playing! A distraction.

With my previous thought forgotten, I turn to look at the front seat, my eyes locking in on my target.

Usoks phone.

It sits on the thingy in between his seat and the one next to him. I mean, he had suggested I could watch a movie earlier, but that was when I was trying to get him to snap at me.

Stupid Clailea.

I let out a sigh, I don't have much time to act on this before my body betrays me. I'm fighting sleep so hard that, ironically, it's wearing me out and making me more tired.

My hands move from my ears, I honestly forgot they were there, and to my surprise Usok is talking in such a low voice I couldn't hear him before.

I can barely make out what he's saying, but it sounds like he's describing what we'll do when we get home.

"And everyone will be so happy," he whispers, "they'll all be like Clailea! Clailea! And I'll have to shush them because they're too loud for your little ears."

A small smile rests on my face, my head slumping against my seatbelt as I listen to him babble.

"And then Beauty will try to get to you, but I'll keep her away 'cause I'm a little selfish and I want you all to myself, so I'll bring you to the kitchen and we can pick out a snack."