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~Chapter 18~

We finish eating the Chinese and all sit back and watch tv in silence. I don't care to pay attention if they do talk, or the wrong conversation will emerge. As always. So, it comes the time where everyone is drowsy and heads off to bed. But, of course, I don't. I say I'll be up in a minute, but I'm really not sure when I'm gonna go upstairs. Or to sleep, for that matter. None the less, here I am. In the darkness of the living room, alone. Ironic, really. In a sense, it's like my dreams. Except, more realistic. Wow, I'm a very boring person with descriptions, aren't I? Lachlan at 2 am for you. 

It's too dark in here, I sigh, looking around. I clap my hands, hoping they have some sort of motion sensor light. As I imagined, they don't. But, my hands start glowing faintly. I just stare at them, figuring I was hallucinating. I saw it earlier, and thought I was hallucinating. Well, here's yet another new thing to cope with. Phenomenal. I stare at them for a second, before coming to a conclusion. They're controlled by my thoughts. All of them are triggered by thought. I furrow my eyebrows, and close my eyes. Brighter. I crack open my left eye, to see my hand progressively growing a brighter shade of a light blue. Curiosity triggers in my brain, and I shut my eyes again. Invisible. I open my eyes again, to see my visible state slowly start to fracture and wither away. I grin slightly. This isn't so bad.

I stand up slowly, and close my eyes again. Brighter. My hands grow a bit brighter, yet I keep my eyes closed. Visible. I open my eyes once more to see myself piecing together out of thin air. I just walk, sometimes even run around, being as quiet as possible. I slide into the kitchen, holding my hands cautiously in front me as I wander through the kitchen. I hear rummaging upstairs, followed by footsteps coming down the staircase. Fudge! I quickly close my eyes and clench my fists. Dimmer! Dimmer! I open my eyes, finding my hands continuing to glow, just a bit fainter than before. I slightly panic, as the steps reach the bottom of the staircase. I quickly run over and cut the light on, and shove my hands behind my back. Soon after, a tired Rob is standing in the doorway. "Hi!" I cheer, a wide smile on my face. He just narrows his eyes, making his eyes less visible. Somehow, it was possible. "Uh huh." He mutters, walking to the fridge. As he turns his back to me, a look over my shoulder behind me. They aren't that noticeable....

"Why are you still awake? It's like, 2 am." He groans, looking through the fridge for something. I just laugh nervously, before saying, "Not tired." He just nods, grabbing a water. Stop glowing! He turns around, and I plaster the large smile back onto my face. "Are you okay?" He asks, unscrewing the top. I nod quickly, trying not to make myself look insane. "Well, I'm off to bed." He says, walking back to the doorway and taking a sip of his water. "Sleep well." I say quickly, and he turns off the light. He quickly turns back, and it about to turn it on, when he looks behind me. Fudge. "What's wrong with your phone? It was glowing the entire conversation." He questions. Oh, there is a god. "Oh, group chat." I lie. He nods, flicking the light back on. "Okay, we'll be upstairs." He says, jogging back upstairs. I don't bother to respond, knowing I'll wake the others in order for him to hear it. I pull my hands back in front of me, to see them still glowing brightly. "Can you not?" I whisper, rolling my eyes. 

Okay, stop glowing. I'm done. I crack open my eyes, to find them still faintly glowing. Are we serious right now? "You know what, I can't even be bothered." I whisper, dropping my hands to my side. I slowly make my way upstairs, change into pajamas, and lay down in bed. I make sure to keep my hands underneath my pillow, below my head. That should block the brightness, right? And even if they do see it, they won't be able to move my head to see them. Best idea I've had all day. I sit in bed, facing the bunk above me for the next hour or so. I occasionally turn over, trying to make myself comfortable. No such luck. I occasionally try to get rid of the glow from my hands, only to no avail. But, I've given up on that. It's 3:45 am, and I have yet to get some sleep. The others sleep like rocks, so I'm not worried. I guess you could say they're quite the gems. Late night jokes with Lachlan. Coming to you every night at 4 am. Guaranteed. I sigh quietly and turn over, burying my face in my pillow. That's when I hear one of the others talk.

"Lachlan, get the fudge off of your phone. It's too bright." Preston complains. I feel myself pale, as I bury my hands underneath the covers. "Sorry. Time zones aren't too good when trying to talk to friends back home." I explain. He just groans. "Well cut it off you fudger, and sleep. Cactus jones wants cereal in the winter..." He slurs, drifting back off to sleep. "Okay." I whisper back, laughing quietly. A light bulb seems to go off in my head as I rummage through my bag beside my bunk. For one time, my glowing hands have a use, for finding things in the pitch black. I guess you could say it's quite, handy. Ba dum, tss. I finally grab the sleep medicine, and take the correct dosage. I mean, I want sleep, but I don't need to sleep for 3 days.....or die. I lay down in the bed, hiding my hands once more. The sleep instantly consumes me, leaving me to hope for the best in the morning. 

Or for the rest of my life.

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Hello! Here is another chapter, late. :( I'm very sorry this is late, and I'm pretty sure everyone gets tired of hearing that a writer is too 'busy' or they have a lot going on. But sadly, I have to use that excuse, because it is the (sad) truth. But, at least I was able to make one! I'll try to make the next chapter longer, since I'm a bit behind with updates and such. Well, I hope you enjoy!

~Much Luv<3