No Place like Spamily (Editing & Ongoing)

Chapter 8

"Aah!" Shooting up into a sitting position, breathing heavily and picturing the nightmare that occurred in my dreams, woke me up in the middle of the night. Damn Beggars. They always seemed to disrupt me in my sleep turning it into a nightmare.

I took a glimpse around the room to see if my short scream woken up any of my roommates. They only stirred, muttered, shifted and was back asleep like nothing happened. I sighed and placed a hand on my chest. I closed my eyes and did all I could to regain my breathing back to normal, my heart painfully throbbing against my chest.

Lights were definitely out so I couldn't get up and get me something to drink to calm myself down. I was alone. I brushed the hair that escaped my high bun when I was asleep to behind my ear and got up from the bed, the blankets already aside I guess from my previous thrashing. I shrugged, looking at them.

I took hold of my short robe and slid my arms into the angel sleeves, looking down to wrap it around my body and tie it. I sighed to myself and stepped into my poop emoji slippers. When Gloria took me shopping not that long ago, I spotted them and immediately bought them. They expressed how I felt 24/7. They were screaming my name and how shitty I was. I quietly stalked out the room, silently opening the door just a smug to squeeze my tiny frame through.

On my slipper toes, I crept down the hall to the bathroom. Walking inside, I closed the door before turning on the light to the dimly bathroom. I stood in front of the sink and slowly twisted the knob, the water slowly falling out due to my slow twisting.

Diverting my eyes to look at the mirror, I sighed. My tiredness eyes with bags increasing under them looking right back at me, dull green-blue eyes looking clouded and exhausted from the lack of sleep, my skin paler than usual and my breath shaky. I couldn't seem to get that really under control.

I cupped my hands under the running water, the clearness pooling in my palms as I bent down before splashing the coolness on my face. I felt myself sigh in relief, feeling much more alert and awake. I wanted to sleep, but I figured the only way to stop the nightmares was to stop sleeping altogether. I shrugged again, turning off the faucet and gently flicking my fingers and wrist to get the heavy droplets off my hands then reached for a paper towel and rubbed my hands into it, drying my hands.

Back in the bedroom, I was back in bed but not to sleep. I quietly opened my bed side dresser drawer and reached my hand inside. This was the only thing that kept me from sleeping. If I couldn't watch TV, Netflix or even watch YouTube videos from the lack of having a personal phone due to all the fosters homes I've been too, I couldn't keep up with one. The only way to call Gloria or her call me if we needed too once through my parent's phone and that was hard to do especially when I wanted to call Gloria secretly or if they were gone.

Finding what I was searching for, I pulled my hand out of the drawer, holding the two things that will help me through the night.

A mini flashlight and John Shirley's: Grimm, The Icy Touch. The chapter book was based off the series on TV. I could watch and watch the show until it aired off.

Resting my back against my pillow comfortablely, I rose my knees, placed the the skull of the book against my thighs and opened it where I had left off. I didn't use a bookmark or worm. I used my memory. I was great remembering what page I had left off. Flicking on the light, I took a glimpse at my hero. I barely could see him due to the dark room, but that didn't stop me from seeing the lack of glistening from it. Yeah, he was an raggedy poster, but he somehow seemed to gleam as if he was new.

I smiled at his glistening posture then turned my attention to the book. Scooting myself down a bit, I lead the flashlight to the ink words of the book and read until dawn.