Insomnia

Chapter 19: Immune

(AN: Super thanks to the one who did my new cover for Insomnia, the one and only awesomest maker of book covers, and that's my dad, who, also did my Elludurs cover, thanks dad! :DD)

I jumped up out of my bed, heaving even breaths.

My surroundings were dark and it took some time for my eyes to adjust to it, I inhaled, noticing that I was actually back home, back in Maine, in my old room, and it was as untouched as ever, my posters of soccer players draped the walls, my studying desk was still there but now emptied, my drawers might also be empty, and there sat my chest filled with nothing but old and damaged toys.

I then looked at myself, touched my forehead and grinned stupidly, my fever was gone! And hopefully forever, my body wasn't hurting anymore! And my senses, they were back in good shape, and better yet? My hearing and my sight altogether has returned without any defects so far, wow...and it has disappeared, like finally, that desire, that lustful desire for flesh.

I shuddered, sheesh, I'm glad I got over that, can you believe me? Caleb Sean eating raw flesh up? I shuddered again, this time shaking my head, trying to forget those violent pictures forming up in my deranged mind.

I then laughed, forgetting whatever those bloody images conjured.  I touched my arms, my chest and my head, as I realized that I was still alive and breathing.  And that so far, I feel alright, back to normal, I was a little hungry, but who cares? I'm human again! I looked at my shoulder wound and gasped, shocked, not believing what I was seeing.  The wound, the bite marks, all that's left of them were only fading red lines, woah, whatever that cure was, it was seriously, seriously effective on me. 

I slowly sat on my bed, grinning idiotically to myself.  I turned to the side, now trying to remember what had happened before all this, and luckily for me, my brain was good enough to allow me access on those memories. 

I blinked, okay, there was a part when I was strapped to a stretcher helplessly, also, there was a time when I couldn't remember Kit Kat or either Adrian.  I wonder, how are they anyway? And then I was injected by the cure...I was injected by the cure...I stared blankly into space, next was the morphine, and I blacked out.

But another piece of my memory showed me the time that Kit Kat and Adrian were arguing, and if I'm not mistaken, Kit Kat said something about running some tests on me, and if I was on zombie mode at that time, Adrian...my brother was forced to use the cure before he could finish it.

Then, that means that dad finished it before he died then?

I stared at the white door and pursed my lips, one way to know, right?

I stood up and started walking downstairs, and grinned all the more wider, I didn't stagger when I walked and my sight is as focused as ever.  But I paused, loosing the grin as I saw the door to the guest room partially opened, coincidentally there was a figure of a body sleeping on the bed. 

I held my breath momentarily, abruptly curious, as to who that was, I paused when her face turned to the side, revealing the most beautiful face I have ever came to known and love.  It was nice to see that Kit Kat was peacefully sleeping.

I smiled, happy that she finally was able to get some rest over this tiresome week.  I then slowly, silently even, walked towards her.  I knelt right in front of her, examining her sleeping features, in her sleep, she looked younger, untroubled, happier and probably a little healthier. 

I grinned widely, putting those strands of brown hair behind her ears, she didn't stir, which meant that she was probably sleeping deeply, and I was glad that she was.  Because for the past few days, she always showed the agitated side of her and was seriously pale, but right now, in her sleep, she looked like an angel, in fact, the most beautiful angel in the whole wide world who was asleep.