Insomniac

It Began To Rain

It was just like it normally was. The group surrounded by pizza, movies, blankets, and pillows. The boys were back at it going for the kill on their precious gaming system. All except for Thomas. Instead of trying to beat Dylan at a game, he sat outside on the Terrace with Charlie.

A comfortable silence lingered through the air. Down below, people scurried about back and forth trying to get to their destination. Meanwhile, Charlie watched from above. She was always a people watcher. It was a trait that she was normally ashamed of.

"Are you going to be able to sleep?" Thomas suddenly asked through the silence.

Peeking over her shoulder, she caught gaze with Thomas. "What do you mean?"

"You don't sleep Charlie, don't think I forgot." It almost sounded like he was scolding a child. "When you are back home, does it help there?"

Pushing herself away from the railing, she turned and walked back towards him. Slowly, she sat down and leaned against the wall replicating his posture. "Nothing changes it Thomas. It doesn't matter where I am."

Swallowing quietly, he looked at his hands as he spoke. "I did."

He was right. In the past, the nights that she couldn't sleep, she would always go to him. In a heart beat she always found herself drifting away. That didn't happen with anyone else. Sure throughout her day she slept with her coworkers, but not in a way that people think. Nobody could make her sleep though. Not Norman, not Andy, not Chris, not Jen, not anyone. It was all him.

Closing her eyes with a breath, she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around his torso. With a deep breath, she pulled in his scent like it was the last time she would ever be around it. "I'm a big girl Tommy." She cooed. "I can take care of myself."

Pulling her in closer, he planted a soft kiss to the top of her head and looked out over the railing. "That doesn't mean you have too."

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Charlie stood with the others in the field. Today was the day of her death scene. Everyone was tired, it was the end of the day, and they were wanting to go home. That meant that the emotions were high, people were ready to just be done. Everyone, that is, but the cast. Every moment that they had together they wanted to cherish and remember.

"Alright." Wes stepped in front of the group. "Charlie I want you back in position."

Nodding, she crossed her arms and walked back towards the mound of dirt. "Thomas, Ki? You guys too. Everyone else get set."

Everyone went their separate ways. For longest time, Charlie just stood staring at the fake mound of dirt before her. But she needed to make it real. Rosanne was in mourning; she was in understanding. For the time being she needed to put away the events of the day and focus on her character. She was Rosanne, and Rosanne was about to die.

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Staring at the large mound of dirt, Rosanne let out a long breath. She didn't know Charlie, but being their in his final moments was enough to make her feel some sort of connection towards him.

The soft breeze brushed her hair from her face. The setting sun was gradually being blocked out by a heap of clouds. It had been cloudy before, it just wasn't natural.