ten // 5sos

1.7

(Fun facts: The characters Raven and Simoné were named after Raven-Symoné & Candace was originally supposed to be named Celeste. )

His chocolate brown eyes have not grace the world with their beauty since he had last been conscious. He looked peaceful in his slumber and would've been thought to be dead, if it hadn't been for the rising and falling of his chest.

His period of continued sleep has caused worry to ignite inside of the blonde girl examining him closely. A prominent frown rests on her gentle face. Her eyes, tired and morose, are lifeless and dull from lack of proper.

She wishes he would just wake up, but on the other hand, she wishes he would not. He was unbearably weak last time he was awake; she could only imagine what he would be like when he waked up.

It is an excessive slumber, but it's better than being awake and suffering, Calum notes once he gets a chance to look around. His eyes can see Simoné in the room looking solemn and feels for her.

He has absolutely no clue how he can see her, being that he's not in his own body. Well he is in his body, he can see his hands and feet. And if he focused his eyes enough, he can see his nose.

He seems to be having an out-of-body experience. He glances at his body deprecatingly

The only way to get out of this situation, is death.

The last thing he remembers is the immense pain surging through his veins when he's awake.

Why would he return to that?

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Four hours is the maximum amount of sleep that she has received as her eyes finally open and she sits up in her bed Stephanie lets out a yawn and stretches her arms. Her feet grace the floor and slip into a pair of flip-flops.

Another yawn emits from her lips as she walks out of her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. She heads to Macie's room.

An unfamiliar silence fills the room, erupting an anxious nerve inside Steph when she entered. The creaking of the floorboard startles her, making her jump a bit.

She swears under her breath. She really hopes her sister's sleep so she wouldn't hear her language. If they were at home, Macie would run straight to their mom and tattle on her sister. Even when she was completely nice to her younger sister that day.

Which hardly ever happened.

Until, you know, they came here. And now basically depend on each other even though their deaths are inevitable.

She sees a lump under the sheets and makes her way to the side of the bed to lift the covers and gasps.

Macie. is. not. there.

"Okay Macie. " She laughs dryly. "Come on out, we're not playing hide and seek. " She has a smug smile when she hears a noise in the closet. "Macie c'mon at least try not to be obvious. " She opens it and her eyes go wide.

Maybe she's already downstairs. She gulps and leaves the room to go downstairs.

"MACIE!" She calls out and checks the kitchen, living room, and steps down to check the family room.

"Is this about the stupid dolls again?" Ashton asks. His green eyes with a light brown ring around the iris and specks of gold appear cold as they focus on Stephanie.

"No. " She responds sharply and glares icily back at him. "This time it's an actual child." Panic is evident in her frantic tone. " I CAN'T FIND MACIE. "

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wtf Macie stop being a bad brat b4 u die. (does anyone else not like her or is it just me??)

oh wait.

you'll die no matter what.

ha. ha. sorry it's my lame 3 am author humor. (The best writing comes at 3 am)

THIS CHAPTER'S WAY BETTER THAN THE LAST TWO BC I PLANNED IT.

WOOHOOO.

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