Sleep

Part 20

Groaning, I sat up, looking around the dark room. My lounge room was as it had been when I fell asleep.

Wait, fell asleep? No.

Looking down at my arms, which were throbbing as if cut and bruised, I noticed they were clear. Smooth skin, with the same small scars scattered around that I'd gathered over my childhood.

I was still wearing the same clothing I'd fallen asleep in, the same red converse on my feet, the same braid holding back my brown waves.

I noticed the dried tears on my face, the stiff feeling and saltiness on my lips confirming them. I'd... Cried? Why?

I grabbed my Iphone of the table, noticing it was low battery, when I'd only charged it before sleeping. Pressing the home button caused a burning light to shine against my blue eyes, temporarily blinding me.

Blinking a few times, I squinted at my phone. 20th. It's the 20th? Either I slept for multiple days, or I was in that game. But, how? How was I out?

A small smile slowly started spreading, becoming a huge grin within seconds as giggles flowed from my mouth. I'm out!

My body was in intense pain and it hurt to move much, but I was out. Maybe I'm dehydrated or something.

Unlocking my phone, I pulled down the notification tab and started scrolling through the mass. Likes, reblogs, messages, the lot.

I frowned when I opened my messages, seeing lots of missed call alerts, voicemails, and one final- "you're fired."

I ground my teeth together a bit, writing out a text to apologise before just deleting it. My manager hated me since the owner hired me over his son, it was no use in trying to convince him to let me stay. Unless I had an irrefutable excuse, like really ill, paired with a doctors note, he wasn't going to listen.

Still frowning in frustration, I closed the messages for a later time. I'd been saving money for a holiday so at least id have something to cover rent and food till I found a new job. Rubbing a hand over my face then resting my chin on my palm, I took a deep breath.

Twitter was one of the last things I opened, my hopes were that they'd tweeted out something, just so I could confirm it wasn't a dream.

Going to Delirious' Twitter, I smiled. Right at the top, a one worded tweet.

"Luna?"

I scrolled through the comments below. Some people excited over him saying their name and many confused people, among the usual hellos and the strange comments.

If I replied, he probably wouldn't even see it. And If he did, it probably wouldn't be believable. Hmm.

I clicked out of his page to check the other four that had been in the game, but there were no related tweets. Ohmwrecker was the last Twitter I checked, meaning his was currently open in front of me. Bringing up the tweet option, I started writing.

"(At)Ohmwrecker hey man, it's Luna-"

No wait that's too casual. Uh, how do I even say this?

"(At)Ohmwrecker it's Luna, idk what happened. I'm all good though"

There. Did they even care though? Maybe they thought the 'hacker' had finally just got bored of toying with them. No, I'm pretty sure they were convinced, they knew I was real. And I may have been lying in a way but there was no noticeable marks on my body so the pain could be pushed to the back of my mind. That'd just worry a person.

But then, would he even believe it was me? Shit. Oh!

Lifting my phone up, I opened the camera. Wow, I look like shit. Laughing a little to myself, I took advantage of the smile and gave a strange wave at the camera, clicking the button. Glaring a little at the screen, I shrugged. They'd probably go to bed soon, it was late. No point in messing around with a selfie.

Pressing send, I anxiously watched my notifications for any sign he'd seen it. Believed it. Maybe the tweet Delirious had sent out was a complete coincidence and I'd dreamt it?

I started chewing on my lip with nerves and left my phone on my lap. What's that saying about watched things never doing stuff? Er... Watched grass never grows? Something like that.

A vibration against my leg caused me to jump, launching me back from my thoughts.

Quickly picking up my phone, I looked at the top notification, only to see nothing. Instead, there was a little one on the message tab.

Clicking across, my mouth dropped at the top message. Or, top group chat. I'd basically met the people, I shouldn't be so shocked at being in a conversation with them. Although, until now I'd still kind of assumed it was a dream. And anyway, I'd only spoken to their characters and heard their replies through a watch on my arm.

Glancing down at my bare wrist, I pursed my lips. Oh, harden up.

Opening the messages, a smile immediately spread across my face.

"Ohmwrecker- this is Luna everyone"

"CaRtOoNz- you just caused me a heart attack girl"

"Bryce Mcquaid- how did you even get out?"

And as I watched, a new one appeared.

"H2O Delirious- are you ok?"

Deciding to continue with my lie, I typed out my reply.

"LunaLirious- I'm fine, woke up where I fell asleep. What happened?!"

"H2O Delirious- you got hit by a cop car, thought you died"

"LunaLirious- oh"

"LunaLirious- that'd explain why I feel like I've been hit by a car. No scratches or anything tho"

"Bryce Mcquaid- "shit! You said you were fine! How bads the pain?"

"CaRtOoNz- I ship it"

"LunaLirious- manageable. It'll go away. So, maybe I died and that's what it took to leave?"

Cartoonz and I sent our messages at the same time, and immediately I frowned in confusion.

"LunaLirious- huh?"

"Ohmwrecker- haha"

And then my cheeks flooded with warmth and I realised what he meant. Quickly leaving the conversation, I changed my Twitter name to the same thing my (at) was, getting rid of all evidence I could.

Hesitantly opening the conversation again, I typed a one word reply.

"Luna Cameron- fuck"

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Hey so, this isn't near end. And don't worry, everything is not back to normal and boring. Ohh no. No there's plenty more drama left.

Also, sorry for the big pause! D: and I also changed how I want this story to go a bit, because I didn't quite know how to continue it. But now I'm excited and have more ideas. I know how I want it to end, just wasnt too sure on the middle.