Everything Blue [ OMHK, Book 2 ]

Midnight Visits

"I was so scared to give up depression, fearing that somehow the worst part of me was actually all of me. "
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

There we go. Now you have a rose dripping blood as a paragraph divider and you can't bitch about anything anymore.
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I rolled over for the three-thousandth time in ten minutes. I didn't know how long ago everyone had gone to sleep, but I was still up, feeling as restless as ever.

I wasn't even the least bit tired— quite the opposite actually. Instead, I had enough energy to construct a house with my bare hands. -Christina, 2017

Sitting up in bed, I almost let out a frustrated groan before remembering that Luna was sleeping a couple rooms down.

Barf.

Standing up, I flipped my light switch on, my eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. Grabbing my phone, I checked the time.

3:22 A.M.

Ugh.

I didn't know what to do. I hated sitting here doing nothing. With Tyler's fate being unsure, time seemed as valuable as gold to me. I'd rather be doing something useful than laying in bed, sulking over life.

What if Tyler was dead already? What if he started to go into cardiac arrest again, and they couldn't save him?!

My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt a sudden panic wash over me.

Jesus Christ, I have to go see how he's doing-

I pulled a black jacket over my t-shirt, not bothering to change my pajama pants. I grabbed my phone and silently padded down the stairs, hearing the faint snoring of Wesley coming from the first-story guest room.

I ignored it and snatched my car keys off of the hook on the wall, opening my front door and locking it behind me.

It was an unsettling, chilly night— not cool enough to be considered cold, but not warm enough to be considered hot. The moon was nowhere to be seen, and only a few faint stars speckled the pitch-black sky as I pulled out of my driveway as carefully as humanly possible.

Driving down our road during the nighttime had never been an issue for me; it was just now that I realized how terrifying it truly was.

There was not a car to be seen, no street-lamps— nothing. It was just the glow of my headlights cutting through the suffocating darkness.

The absolute stillness of the night was unusually eerie. A while ago, I'd watched a horror movie where a town was completely shrouded in an inescapable fog. The actual movie had been of poor acting quality, but it was the aspect of impending doom that had terrified me.