If I wasn't scared.(AxA & GxG)

ch.3

                  Myras p.o.v.

When I got home, I was still thinking about those eyes. They were like...glowing. What was with that? I've never seen anything anything like that. And why can't I stop thinking about them. No stop. I told myself, you dont need anything else to worry about. After all school starts in a week. What am i going to do? I mean no one at school can see that i freak or i will never hear the end of it. I need to see people though. I can't just stay in my house all the time can i?

I could feel my pulse quicken, just thinking about out. Ugh. No. I need to distract myself, I remembered that's what my doctor told me. So I turned on my music full blast, and opened my sketchbook. I sat down with my book and pencils, and started to draw. Humming along to  Mr. Brightside by The Killers, then My own worst enemy by Lit.

As I drew I let my hand flow freely and forgot about my nervousness. As I sat at my desk, surrounded by pictures, posters, and drawings on my walls, I sighed, contently. I stayed up until about six a.m., both because I was busy drawing and because I am terrified to sleep.

But, as the clock struck six thirteen a.m., my eyes got heavy and I fell asleep on my table, my head hitting the sketchbook with a small thunk.

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I opened my eyes slowly, and turned my head to look at the clock on my table. One forty five. I droped my head back on my desk with a softish bang. Great, I thought, another late start. I sat there like that, unmoving, for about five minutes and sat back up.

I looked back down at my drawings, I had an unfinished picture of those eyes. Then I remembered the dream I had last night. It was about ...... An angel? I think? I don't know why, it's not like im religious or anything. And it was strange and... Off. He didn't have wight wings or eyes, he had.... Wait....he? How did I know that? Well it black wings and brown eyes. I looked back at my drawing and was suddenly able to remember how to draw those eyes with great detail.

Just as I finished them, my mother yelled up the stairs at me. “Honey, do you want some food?" “I, uh,... yea", I answered, jumbling my words.  “you haven't eaten since yesterday, before you went to the doctors." She pointed out. Yea, I thought,  its been what, thirty three hours since ive eaten? It's now five and I ate yesterday at nine. Strangely I still am not hungry. I sighed  and stood up, closed, my sketchbook, and walked downstairs. I got down and my mom handed me a plate with a thick sandwich on it. And a pill.

“uh mom" I said eyeing it. “That's from the doctor sweetie, take it", she said, and gave me a piercing look as if to say take it. I picked it up and swallowed it, which left a discusting, horrible, after taste in my mouth. Kind of like bad spinach, and steamed broccoli. Yum(note the sarcasm) I almost inhaled my sandwich and chugged my apple juice.

I can't stop thinking about that dream, and I started getting nervous and chewing on my lip, as my thoughts returned to my new medicine what does it even do? I had never asked. “ hey mom, what does my medicine d d-" I was cut off by a huge yawn.

My mom walked up and said kindly “What does it do?". I nodded, suddenly getting very very tired. “ It relaxes your muscles, and might make you tired" she said laughing.oh. I thought, and slowly trudged upstairs. As soon as I laid down and felt my head hit the pillow, I drifted off into a deep, thankfully dreamless sleep, almost immediately.