I woke up alone and stretched my arms, looking at the old ass analog clock on my bedside table. Twelvish. Not too bad.
Perhaps I'd dreamed the events of last night. Perhaps I'd created this guy in my head in some sort of lucid dream as a coping mechanism for my nightmares. Whatever it was, it was really helpful. I didn't have any more nightmares. It felt nice. I felt calm. It was like falling asleep drunk without the alcohol and the hangover. It wasn't nice, actually, it was great. I smiled to myself before leaving the room and greeting the boys who'd all fallen asleep here.
"You seem happy. You get laid?" Stokely asked. I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not always a miserable, exhausted bitch." I said. "I can be a well rested bitch as well."
"Well, It's cool you got sleep. No dreams or shit?" He questioned me.
"Um... I don't know, actually. It's all very blurry to be honest." I lied. He nodded.
"Aight. Long as you doin' good. You hear from your dad?" He asked.
"I'm in a good mood. Please don't shit on it." I pleaded. "I'm going to go get dressed and you aren't going to mention dad the douche bag again."
With that I walked into my room. I put on a cute black dress that showed my shoulders and my chucks. I posted a quick picture on my twitter too.
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Fuxkingbitch: know it'snot exactly my artwork or anything, but I feel pretty today. Got sleep and I'mliving tbh.
I put my phone away and left my room, pushing my hair out of my face.
"You look hot." Pump said, munching on cereal.
"Thanks kiddo. I'm going to go read for a bit. See you." I said, walking into my room. Jahseh stood up and followed me to my room without another word. Neither of the other boys noticed, so I just closed the door.
"Are you okay? Like, last night and stuff. You seemed really upset." He asked.
"You were the one who came in last night?" I asked.
"I just ain't wanna hear you cry all night." He said with a cold expression.
"Glad to know you're super considerate. Anyways, I'm fine. It happens. Nightmares are normal." I laughed.
"You were screaming." He argued.
"Night terrors are normal too." I replied.
"Not about killin' people. Listen, I just don't want you to do some shit you ain't want to do."
"You think I'm gonna kill someone?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Nah. Ion know what goes through your head. I just want to make sure you're actually okay."
