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Too Tired to Heal

Exhaustion. Fatigue. Tiredness. Shakiness. This was what she felt all the time. All day, every day, for her entire life. As she trudged along, she raised her hand in front of her face. It was shaking without her input. She blinked at it slowly before allowing it to drop to her side, continuing to walk along the path home. Her apartment building came into sight, and she sighed with relief, a weary smile appearing on her face. Her backpack was heavy on her spine. Approaching the entrance, she threw her hand out in front of herself to push it open. It closed behind her with a soft click. Looking around, she identified she elevator to her right and marched slowly towards it. Her posture changed with each step.

She stepped underneath the doorway and into the elevator, pressing the third floor button. The doors closed, and the elevator hummed with power as it began to rise. She was so tempted to just sit down and rest. But she would gladly wait until she was in her apartment. The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Her slumped figure exited them. She sighed again. At the very end of the hallway, she finally identified her dorm door, and she grabbed the handle, twisted, and pushed, and a familiar smell entered her nostrils. Candles, smelling of apple strudels and cinnamon, made her even more tired than normal, and she smiled weakly. A cheerful voice greeted her.

"Hey there, Meadow!" Orabelle greeted her happily.

Orabelle was always happy and cheerful. Always so full of energy. It was a total contrast to her roomate, Meadow, who suffered from severe chronic fatigue.

Meadow, brushing her hair out of the way, smiled at her in response. It was all she could do to not just collapse on the floor and sleep for two days straight. She nonchalantly dumped her bag on the floor, discarded her shoes, and nearly sprinted to the living room, where her roomate found her half passed-out. She giggled.

"That bad, huh?" she asked.

"Mmhmm."

Meadow was always a strange character, starting with her appearance. She was pale, tall, and spindly, with awkwardly long legs and narrow features, versus Orabelle, who was short and chubby. They made such an odd pair. But they were perfect friends. When Meadow wasn't asleep, of course.

Meadow was often avoided for her strange nature. She was quiet and soft spoken in comparison to her loud, brash classmates. Her appearance also aided to this, what with her pale complexion and hair so blonde it was nearly white, as well as her arctic blue eyes. It almost felt like they saw right through you.

Orabelle was weird, too. Her name was incredibly rare and unique, and she had a skin condition, called vitiligo, that caused her to have odd, dark splotches all over her skin. She also had heterochromatic eyes, one half brown and one half green.

Overall, they made a strange pair.

Meadow suddenly sat up and stood, stretching. Her hands almost brushed the low ceiling of the room. She looked at Orabelle for a moment, and her icy eyes pierced through her before she turned in the direction of her darkened room.

"Well I'm going to bed," she mumbled. "Goodnight. Or good afternoon, I suppose."