Jack Brewer - Palos Hills Hotel - 03:47 (AM)
Although my tired state, my eyes just wouldn't close enough, my brain wouldn't shut off and my body just wouldn't cooperate.
And it was another sleepless night.
I've had quite a lot of these actually, since I was a kid.
The worst thing is that I was never able to do anything about it. If I tried taking medicine all it would do is make me more energetic for no apparent reason, and lullabies and goodnight stories just weren't my thing.
I chose to give up, my arms helping me get out of the comfortable bed and the small creeks of the door let out just enough light, giving me the only way for me to get towards the bathroom, obviously bumping into things along the way.
I turned on the sink water and when it reached a hot enough temperature, I brought my hands under it to capture the water and swiftly throw it on my face, some of my hair getting wet too in the meantime.
I repeated this action for a couple of times, the water getting more heated every time until I was forced to lower it.
I looked at myself at the mirror and stared in my eyes, lingering for quite some time.
My hair was tousled and wet from the water and my eyes had heavy bags beneath them due to my lack of sleep.
"Are you okay?" A voice behind me interrupted my thoughts and, on instinct, I splashed the hand full of water I was holding straight towards the person speaking.
Spy reflexes I guess?
I sharp yelp and a few seconds made me realize what had happened and, shaking my head furiously in discouragement, I walked towards Kim and looked straight in her eyes.
She narrowed them at me and it turned into some sort of a staring game but a couple seconds in and I couldn't help myself, so I laughed, receiving an even nastier glare from her.
Her face was red in anger and her eyes were half closed because she was still sleepy and she was trying to narrow her eyes at me, her hair was messier than mine and loose and her face was wet, droplets of water falling every once in a while.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Most likely you'll take care of that, though." I laugh and she sarcastically smiles before leaving the room.
"Oh sell some gadgets and buy a sense of humor" I shout towards her back, shaking my head and shaking off the remaining drops of water.
"Did you do the opposite?" She mocks, jumping on the bed with a loud thump and waving her hand up and down in thin air "Now please do not disturb, I'm in sleeping mode and if you do keep talking I'll most likely go in killer mode" She yawns and her eyes instantly close, a faltered snore barely audible.
Well, she was useless.
I go towards the large window with a partial balcony of only what could be a half meter and lean against the railing, the cold breeze hitting my face.
My lack of sleep problem started when I was just a child and continued tormenting me, but by the time I was fourteen I had demolished it almost completely due to a pretty big quantity of various medicines . It came back a few short years after and it hasn't gone away. I sigh and run a hand though my hair.
And that's when it happened.
I saw a man.
The man.
Mr. Johnson was holding a paper file rapped in the typical mail-package color, a dark yellow that tends towards brown. He was talking to the men that had previously attacked us and he wore an angry expression.
Now that I think about it, It was actually quite similar to the one that the men had come to take a few hours back and, when every worse scenario I could ever imagine came crashing through my head, I quickly spin my head to see the folder safe on the hotel room desk.
I grab a sort of telescope to look at the man and the folder closer since they were hidden in a dark area of the alley, right in front of his house.
I turn my eyes back towards Mr. Johnson and focus my eyes on the folder that was being handed out to an identified person that had appeared out of nowhere from the darkness.
I was right, it was completely and utterly identical.
Apart from one thing.
On the front, although the only thing illuminating it was the dim street lights, it said in inky bold letters
Plan A
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So this may as well me the most boring chapter in history.
But at least I posted something?
School's been a mess, I have to make so many decisions about my future and I don't even know what I want to eat for breakfast tomorrow plus there's been more tests than the hidden stares Jack and Kim gave each other in season 3 :)
Qotd: if you could guest star in any show, which show would it be?
Aotd: I've been obsessed with Sherlock lately so why not ;)
Bye Kicksters,
Late_nighter aka Aurora/-icorn🌸
