Being His Daughter

The Yule Ball

"What? What?" I asked, alarmed as I shot up in bed.

        Jalen still had her hands on my shoulders as she worriedly rushed out, "You were talking in your sleep and getting louder and louder and we thought you were trying to say something. You're sweating like crazy!"

        I removed her hands from me and looked down at myself. Yeah, I felt hot. And not the good kind. My grey shorts and shirt were darker then they were before, looking like I had been drenched in water but it was really sweat. I could feel the blonde hair around my face sticking to my forehead.

        "O-Oh..." I stuttered out.

        First off, stop stuttering. Calm down and process everything first.

        "What did I say?" I asked, praying it wasn't anything bad. I had barely noticed Airam and Pansy were behind Jalen, also eyeing me in confusion. Seeing Airam startled me for a second, but I got over it quickly, too shaken up. She looked okay, the same as she had before she disappeared behind her drapes. Just her face was blotchy and there were bags under her eyes. She looked concerned. Pansy was the curious one. Her hair was big and knotted as she stared at me with parted lips.

        "You were just repeating the word 'powerful'...but you were getting louder and louder. You scared the hell out of us," Jalen said, looking back at Airam, who nodded her head.

        Pansy scoffed. "You didn't scare me," she said. "You were annoying me! I got out of bed to tell you to shut up and go to sleep, but these two hopped up and that one started going psycho." She nodded in Jalen's direction and the fiery red-head rolled her eyes.

        "Well it was just a dream," I said, slowly pushing my covers off of me and preparing to stand up. "I have them all the time."

        "Yeah, and you sweat like that every time, too," Pansy droned, looking at me in disgust. "I don't know why Erickson lost her shit."

        "Well I've never seen it," Jalen snapped. "I thought she was getting possessed or something."

        Pansy groaned loudly. "What's with you and ghosts?" she demanded.

        "None of your business!" Jalen snarled.

        "Okay, okay," Airam said quietly. Her voice sounded hoarse, like she hadn't talked in days. "Calm down and let's just go to sleep." Before anyone else said anything, she shoved off my bed and threw herself onto her own, snapping the drapes shut behind her. "I'm glad you're okay, Sierra," she added quietly.

        "Thanks," I said, even though I could no longer see her. Jalen looked after her, her eyes watering, like she pitied her. I would lose my mind if anyone looked after me like that. I didn't want to be pitied. It was a bit ironic since I did pity Airam, but I just wanted to know why she was so upset about the dress thing that she wouldn't get out of bed. But I wouldn't ask her; Jalen said she would tell me when she wanted too...

        I went into the restroom, changed into new pajamas, then went back out to see the other two had already went to bed and turned off the lights. I crawled into bed silently and sighed when my body plopped down onto the mattress. I had to try to get the best nights sleep I could. The Ball was tomorrow.

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        I had no idea how to do makeup manually, but I had a wand. I swished my wand over my eyes and when I reopened them, I was pleased to see that I had successfully done them to where it looked like I had put on mascara, done a wing, and then applied silver sparkles all over the lids of my eyes. I swished my wand around my head and my blonde hair curled before loosely going up into an elegant updo.