One week later
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For the past week I've had the same dream every night. It ends at the same point each night but the terror I feel continues as my mind wanders. It's a constant reminder of my past that I don't think I'll ever conquer.
I've been laying in bed wide awake for almost two hours. My thoughts are racing. My heart rate feels more rapid and my forehead is damp. Ive tried everything to calm myself down but to no avail. Finally, I mustered the energy to sit up and exit my bedroom. I roamed to the bathroom, trying to make each stride silent as to not wake Harry. As I made it to the bathroom I closed the door quietly behind me, flicking the light on and turning the lock simultaneously. I stared at myself in the mirror for a few moments before turning the cold water on. I splashed two or three handfuls of the frigid water on my face, allowing the droplets to glide down my cheeks and onto my shirt. The crisp water felt nice on my warm skin. It woke me up and calmed me down a bit as well. I decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. When I finished up in the shower I got dressed and made my way to the kitchen where I met Harry. He was sitting at the table slouching over a plate of eggs and toast when he noticed me.
"Good morning." He exclaimed with his mouth full.
I gave him a slight smile then made my way to the book I left out in the living room the night before. I picked up where I left off and swiftly got pulled into the characters lives.
Later that day
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Harry knocked on my door, waited a few seconds, then entered. He sat at the end of my bed as I sat at the head with my legs folded. I held a laptop he had purchased for me so I could be enrolled in online school. I finished what I was working on then closed the computer. Harry sat there quiet for a bit, fiddling with the loose threads of the soft throw, gathering the right words to say. He let out a long sigh telling me it wasn't good news.
"How are your classes going?" He asked, looking up at me.
I kept my eyes low and muttered "fine."
He shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat.
"So, your brother.."
My breath hitched in my throat. I haven't been able to contact Michael in so long. I've thought about him everyday. I miss him so much.
"Mary-Anne called me today." He trailed off.
"She mentioned him. He..." Harry paused. "He might be getting transferred to a different foster home." He stated softly.
My eyes, filled with tears already, shot up to meet his. My lips began to quiver and an ache crept into my chest. My breaths became shaky and unsteady as the thought of not being able to see my brother again settled in my mind. Harry scooted closer to me and tucked the stray hairs behind my ear. I pushed the laptop off my lap then pulled my knees up to my chest and took some deep breaths while he continued to comfort me.
After a few minutes of this I decided to lay down. I moved to the other side of the bed and curled into a ball under the blanket. Harry kicked his shoes off and stretched out next to me. I moved as far away from him as I could without falling off the bed but it was still too close. I shut my eyes tightly and soon enough I was sleeping.
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Super short.. I know! I'm sorry haha I'm revisiting this to see if I can continue. Sorry for being mia for the past three years but I'm back! Hope you enjoyed! :)
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