Everything was falling apart. Patience was wearing thin; Henley's had completely run out, and she left. It'd taken them more than a year to join the Eye, and now that the Horsemen had been accepted into the Eye's ranks, a year has passed and nothing...
Hello, all, and welcome to Chapter Three! I'M NOT DEAD WOO. In case anyone was wondering, I met Peter Pan while I was in Disneyworld. Highlight of my life. Anyway, I'm not 100% sure how much more I can do after this before the movie starts, so you may get less updates. I'll keep you guys posted.
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(I'm so short and red compared to this tanned god.)
Chapter Three (This chapter is pretty boring; brace yourself.)
I hadn't slept in four days.
My solution for my sleeping problems maybe wasn't the most orthodox method, but it was working alright - just never sleep at all. No sleep, no nightmares. It was as simple as that. Danny was none the wiser about it; when he'd go to bed, I would lie there beside him and pretend to sleep until he drifted off, and then I'd get up and try and keep myself busy, downing several cups of coffee to keep me going. When it came time for him to wake up in the morning, I'd crawl back into bed and act like I'd been there the whole time.
He made a comment once about how much better I've been sleeping; I hadn't woken him up at all in those four days. That obviously means no nightmares, right? Well, he wasn't wrong. He wasn't totally right, either. I told him I was taking sleeping pills. The lie felt more like I was protecting him than deceiving him. I hated when he worried.
It was half past three in the morning. Danny had fallen asleep somewhere around eleven. I laid next to him until I was absolutely sure he was out, and then I got up. Now I was sitting on the couch with a large mug of black coffee in my hands and the TV turned on to the news, the volume muted and the subtitles on, so as not to wake my sleeping boyfriend.
I'd become obsessed with watching the news, ever since I'd had that nightmare about seeing Darren had escaped. Now I watched it constantly, waiting for the "Breaking News" headline to flash and an extremely grotesque photo of a man who once could have been considered mildly attractive to pop up. It hadn't happened yet. The rational side of my brain doubted that it ever would, but the other side, the sleep-deprived side, knew that anything was possible. Even things that shouldn't have been possible were still possible.
I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and nestled further into the couch, falling onto my side. I took a large gulp of coffee to chase away the exhaustion that was slowly starting to creep up on me. I had caffeine pills on the corner of the coffee table, waiting for me in case the coffee wasn't working well enough. Hiding them from Danny was a chore, but a magician always has a few tricks up her sleeve.
Meaning: I literally kept the little bottle hidden in a pocket in my sleeve.
The news wasn't very interesting in the early hours of the morning, which was to be expected; hardly anyone was awake. There was some small story about a couple firemen getting a kitten unstuck from where it was trapped in a wall playing on the screen when a soft knock echoed in the quiet room.
