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Can't sleep, Love

Ollie's Pov

Tell me am I going crazy?

Tell me have I lost my mind?

Am I just afraid of lovin'?
Or am I not the lovin' kind?

The damn card tower I'm attempting to build flutters to the ground. I sigh in frustration as some slip of the edge of my bed, hitting the floor with light 'tap, tap, taps'. 

Kissin' in the moonlight

Movies on a late night
Gettin' old (Uh-huh)

I've been there, done that

Supposed to be hot
But it's just cold (Yeah)

Somebody wake up my heart

 Tossing the remaining playing cards on my bed to the floor, I lay on my stomach and crank up the radio as the song reaches my favorite part.

Light me up
Set fire to my soul, yeah (Uh-huh)
'Cause' I can't do it anymore (Yeah)

Gimme that can't sleep love (Gimme that can't sleep)

I want that can't sleep  lo-

"OLLIE," my grandma, Nanna, yells up to me from the staircase. "You better be getting ready for bed! It's almost 10:00." After a pause, the door downstairs closes as my Nanna leaves. The smell of cedar wood and pears float up the stairs into my room, making me sigh again but in content this time.

 I finally get up, take off the pants and shirt I was lounging around in today and slip on an oversize T-shirt. After brushing my teeth, I flop back down on my bed, running a hand through my hair. I have not been able to sleep a wink ever since I moved to live here in New York two weeks ago.

  My mom had brought home another guy but he was more abusive than the others. He wouldn't let me leave the house unless I gave him money, so that time when I didn't have any, he called me a liar. I remember the anger on his face when I said he was a piece of crap who only liked lazing around. His way of saying at much more cussing and abusive words than I relayed to the police. I rub the bruise on my cheek and flinch. He had backhanded me across the face, busting my lip in the process. My mom watched in the doorway, a bemused drunken smile on her d*mn face.

 A new song fills the room with a deep resonating sound as I turn the lamp on my bedside table off. The little metal birds on my ceiling Nanna bought for me as a welcome gift spin slowly as Adele sings her heart out.

-Ain't like you to hold back
Or hide from the light I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I
Couldn't stay away I couldn't fight it
I had hoped you'd see my face
And that you be reminded that for me it isn't over . . . never mind I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best
For you too, don't forget me
I beg, I'll remember you said
Sometimes it lasts in love
But sometimes it hurts instead. . .

  For once in this entire sh*tty week I've been here, I'm actually feeling tired and ready to sleep. I'm thinking of Grandma's perfume that always makes me feel nostalgic, the little birds on my ceiling, the stupid red squirrel I saw today, stealing birdseed and Adele's singing when I remember. . . .

"F*CK." Schools tomorrow.

        I don't fall asleep.

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Hey! (It's really rainy here today where I live!)  Thunder and lightning. Ugh.

  I kept the main points but because of (improved fufufu~) vocab and time of sitting and thinking of how I want to portray the feel of the story, I think I really did better! (ooh big rumbling of thunder. God I hate thunder and lightning but I love rain.) 

 I hope you enjoyed! I really think I might feeling more proud of myself than I should. What do you guys think? Yay or nay? Any suggestions are accepted too! (Also, I've taken it into advance than I sorta block 'those' words and cussing. Wanna give that soft feel to Ollie.) 

 Thank you again!