It's been a month since I've got a decent night of sleep. Regardless of being sleep deprived no matter what I try to do I just couldn't fall asleep. Was it because Guy was chasing after that woman for whatever reason or no reason at all? Or was it because I missed my friends back in Nottingham? Or both? Still doesn't change the fact that I haven't got very much sleep.
None of these guys have the hysterical snort every once in a while. As I'm lying my back I start thinking about what Guy was saying about me being an outlaw. Was that supposed to be I was meant to be? Despite the fact that I'm still living outside, it's better than grabbing every scrap our food that I can find there. What made that even harder was that we were always on the run from either the sheriff or the black guards. It's far too quiet out here.
After a minute I sit up. I miss the sound every so often of the pitter pattering of foot steps going back and forth, and the hysterical sorting every once in a while. Out here it's nothing but complete and utter silence. Something starts to jab my side a little bit. I grab whatever it is and remember that I pick pocketed one of Robin's knives the day we met before I ran into Sherwood forest a month ago. I'm surprised that he hasn't relized he's one knife short. I wonder how much longer it's going to take him to find that out.
Just before I lay back down I hear someone mumbling. I couldn't make out what was said. It was quiet for a minute then the mumbling started again. Sounded like Robin talking in his sleep.
"Cut the rope..." Hm the rope. Sounds like he's saving someone from being hanged.
"No... No..." May not be the hysterical snort, but I think the mumbling might actually help. I lay down hoping to here more mumbling at the very least. After a few minutes of listening to that I finally drift off into a hard and deep sleep.
I wake up to Much shaking me. I don't get up right away, then again I don't open my eyes right away either. I'm used too being shaken awake the only difference is Much doesn't give me a heart attack or a darned headache.
"Come on Raelynn time to get up." Little Jon remarks.
"Five more minutes." I say and waves my hand as if I'm shooing someone away.
"Have you not been getting enough sleep? Cause you've been saying that the past month." Will says.
"That's what I always say whether or not I've gotten enough sleep. And you really surprised that is my response when someone wakes me up?" I remark flatly.
"Not much of a morning person are you?" Robin asked.
"Oh another glorious morning, makes me sick!" I say.
"Does that answer your question?" Jon asks sarcastically. After a couple minutes I get up to stand and stretch. I've gotten used to having to get as much food as I can then having to run because of being chased.
"You getting ready to run or something?" Much asks.
"I'm just used to running before I eat every day," I answer. "Lasts a good hour before I have a good chance to actually eat."
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An Orphan Worth Fighting For
FanfictionBeing in Nottingham was never easy, nor even being in a small group of other orphans like me was ever easy. Now I have to transition into living in Sherwood with a group of outlaws. Though I'm still living outside, at least I'm not constantly runnin...
