The Definition of UnOrdinary

Chapter #3

Alright, gone and fixed a few more things with previous chapters. If you see anything else out of place, feel free to shout it out to me. Anyway, third chapter is here and I hope you like it!

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The sun had long since gone down and with its departure, came the darkness of night. Many people would be asleep at this time, but no matter how tired she was, she just couldn't seem to do so. Too many thoughts, too many worries. Each one running circles in her head. But one stood above all others

Would John be okay?

His father had said something about PTSD, but it was much worse than that. It wasn't some flashback or memory. Not when he felt like ice in her arms. Not when those screams had chilled her very soul.

It took a couple of hours, but he finally calmed down enough and was left crying. Not long after, he just fell asleep. She held him for a bit longer before his father had put him in bed. He was limp, arms and legs hanging like a puppet without strings, head hanging down as if it was it were on a rope, he looked dead. And that's what scared her.

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Her mouth felt dry. She needed something to drink.

The blankets were pulled back without a sound and she swung her legs off the bed. Her feet hit the floor and she quietly left the room. The house was deathly quiet. So she dare not make much noise and wake someone up.

She entered the kitchen area and slowly opened the cupboard. Inside it were rows of glasses, each one identical to the next and of a simple design. She reached out and carefully pulled one out and brought it down. It was a bit dusty, so she put it back and took another one out.

"Can't sleep?"

"So much for that," Seraphina thought and replied to Isaac's question. "No."

"Hmm," Isaac hummed as he lay on the couch.

She licked her parched lips and went over to the sink. Turning the faucet a quarter of the way allowed the water to flow out gently. She stuck the glass underneath it to collect her drink.

"You must be very important to John," Isaac croaked out in a sleep deprived voice.

Seraphina shut the tap off and the water settled in the glass. "I... guess so."

"Hmm," he hummed again.

Seraphina looked over at the couch where he lay. It was still plenty dark so she couldn't really make out his form as it blended in with the couch, but she did see his two prosthetic legs charging beside it. She tipped the glass up a bit and the cool liquid washed away her thirst as she drank. The concept of missing limbs wasn't unfamiliar to her. Her father was born without his legs and had to get around everywhere in a wheelchair.

"So, how did you and John meet?" Isaac asked quietly.

Seraphina finished her drink and set the glass down on the counter. "Why would he ask something like that of all times?" She wondered and decided to answer him. "Well..."

She heard him shift on the couch.

"Once a month, the cafeteria serves is famous Triple Chocolate Cake. And because it's such a rare event, everyone rushes there to get a slice," she calmly explained.

"Must be very good," Isaac commented.

"Yeah," she answered back and leaned against the counter. "It was in the beginning of his first year. He'd gotten ahold of a slice and when I saw that there were none left, I decided to use my status as queen to demand that he give me his."