soundless sleep

twelve

(A/N I thought I'd treat you all with some pure ear-gasmic music. Brendon Urie's  acoustics sessions *shudders* there's nothing better than that. 😍💕💗

Haha, well enjoy this chapter! )

twelve

I woke up in the familiar and comforting setting of my bedroom. Finding myself lying on top of my covers, yet snuggly wrapped under my creamy pink satin blanket that usually sat draped over the end of the bed.

I rolled over and looked up at the window where low lit moonlight was flooding into the room. It was still very dark, the only source of light was found coming from the slowly flickering fairy lights that hung around my dresser.

I sat up and the blanket fell from my shoulders, instantly giving me a chill. Rubbing my eyes I was feeling incredibly disoriented. How did I get here?

It was then that I was suddenly struck by a twinge of pain in my temple. Ouch.

I buried my face deep into my blanket and it wasn't long before the memories flooded back to me.

All of them and I struggled to stay calm.

Finn. He had been here, he had helped me . . .

I can't remember getting into bed myself and now I think about it I don't remember entering the house at all. How had I ended up here?

I pulled my face from the covers and glanced at the time on my alarm clock, I was shocked to find out it was already the next day. I had better catch some more sleep and try and wear of my headache. I can ask all the questions I want tomorrow.

Snuggled into my cocoon I soon became sleepy and I knew it wouldn't be long before I drifted back into sleep. The pressure from bra strap was what stopped this, it was digging into my skin uncomfortably.

I suddenly became hyper aware of the suffocating clothes from yesterday, still clinging to my body. Now that I had noticed it I wouldn't be able to get any shut eye with it on.

I groaned in annoyance before building up the energy to move. I slipped my jumper off first and along with it my irritating bra that I flung to the floor. I then wriggled out of my jeans that felt skin tight and was clinging to me like glue. It took a few attempts but soon the jeans joined the jumper and bra on the floor.

I sighed in contentment rolling over in just my tank top and pink boy-shorts and feeling liberated from the confinement. It wasn't long before I drifted right off.

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When I awoke the sun was streaming into my bedroom and I stirred away from it, feeling incredibly agitated.

I glanced at the clock beside me and discovered it to be 5:39 am. I groaned loudly grabbing a pillow to cover my face, hiding myself away from the sun. No one had bothered to close my curtains last night and in result I had been awoken an hour too soon.

I was starting to peacefully drift off again, when I heard the slam of the front door. I whimpered trying to bury myself deeper into the mess that was my cocoon. I wish my aunt would be a bit more considerate when she leaves for work this early. Sleep means the world to me and disrupted sleep means a really unhappy Charlie. You wouldn't want to cross me when I'm sleep deprived, I turn into the most ugly kind of irritable monster.