Falling Awake

Part 21

Jordyn Merrill

The sixth

Cassie came back today. For the dog. She just took velvet and left, without even saying a word. At least I know she's okay now, except now I have to worry about her and velvey. I tried to track Cassie's phone through parental controls, but she had remembered to disable it. I left Cassie a text saying that I was wrong and that I was sorry, even though I had no clue what I had even done. Will slept most of the day, with Denny watching over him at his bedside.

The day was relatively uneventful, I don't think Denny even wrote today, and I might not for the next few days, since there's so little happening. I went out and looked for Cassie for a while, but it was hopeless. There were thousands of apartment buildings, each with hundreds of bedrooms, there was no way I could find her by chance. At this point, we had given up on exploring the whole city, what would we find anyway? A squirrel that ran into the road behind Velvet? There wasn't really much point in the first place, it was mostly to keep us busy and please Cassie. Look how that turned out.

Anyway, all I did today was hang around the house, cooking, listening to music, that sort of stuff. It was a nice break honestly, or it would be if Cassie was safe and warm, with us. I don't think i'm going to write again until something interesting happens, so it might just be Cassie's entries for a little while. I guess that means when I next see you it'll be because something bad happened... or good i guess, but knowing my luck that's unlikely. Bye.

Cassie Merrill

The sixth day :)

OMG TODAY WAS AMAZING! It's like being totally free, without any siblings or parents or anything to rule over me! I woke up at 11am, earlier than I would've liked, but Jory's 6am habit is still wearing off. I went to the supermarket, and bought a box of lucky charms. Sitting on my own and eating lucky charms at noon felt kind of sad, so I stopped by Jory's house and pretended to be sulky, grabbed Velvet and her leash, and left. Now things were perfect. The two of us hung around the apartment in pyjamas (yes i did buy dog pyjamas) and watched netflix while flipping through fashion magazines together. It was basically my dream life.

The only bad part of today was when I got a text from Jordyn, saying how she was wrong and she's so so sorry. I almost felt bad, but then I remember there was a 99% chance she didn't mean a word she was saying. Thinking about it, I don't really even remember what she did wrong, but I know there must've been something and I just really hate her so...

The apartment i'm in is also kind of amazing, it's super cute and wooden, but still huge. When you walk in there's like this living room area, with the biggest T.V I've ever seen, and one of those reclining couches that you just sink into until it engulfs you. There isn't much of a kitchen, just a little homely stove and fridge, with a powerful microwave. I don't think Jory would like it, but it's perfect for me. There's a tiny little dining table, just two seats, in the kitchen, it's where me and Vel sit to eat. I bought Velvet the highest quality pet food I could find at the mall around the corner, which she absolutely loves. My bedroom is this quaint little room, filled with makeup and mirrors, and I have a walk-in closet for all of my clothes that I got from the mall. They just about fit. This place is perfect for me, i'm guessing my subconscious or whatever generated it for me. The miracles of coma-land, am I right?

Anyway, everything is perfect (excluding the whole coma-dying-sadness part) and I just really really want things to stay like this. Right now, I don't even care if we wake up, i'm happy right here, right now, and this is where I wanna stay.

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Cassie Merrill

Day seven

I think I had a nightmare last night. It was bad. I heard some weird, probably gross, old lady telling my dad that he had to pull the plug on us soon. She said we were this close to dead. I just really really really hope that we're not brain dead. I don't wanna be a vegetable. Definitely not. NO thank you. The worst part of the dream was how real it felt, it was like I was there, just... paralysed...

Anyway, now that's off the table, I feel kind of really awful right now. I threw up a couple of times, it's like those few days near the start of this nightmare, just awful. I spent most of the day in bed, eating lucky charms and watching movies on the flat screen tv above my bed. Still not a bad time, just could've been better... I will admit, I was kinda worried about how Jory was, so I peered out of my window, and squinted across the street. I saw Jordyn, sitting at her window, staring into space with her headphones on. I swiftly drew the curtains shut, before she had a chance to snap out of her music trance and see me. I looked pretty pitiful, binging on lucky charms and watching netflix, with a dog on my bed. It was lovely, but pitiful. Besides, if Jory saw me, she'd probably come over and try and track me down. I kicked down a bunch of doors, to throw her off my scent if she were to come inside, so i would probably be fine but i don't want to take that risk if I don't have to. Anyway, not much more to talk about, so see you tomorrow!

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Cassie Merrill

Day eight

Today was pretty bad. I couldn't get out of bed for hours, even though I needed to pee. My bed was covered in throw up, and I couldn't even bring myself to get a bucket. I eventually managed to get up, only to have to lean against the wall to stop my legs from giving out for almost ten minutes. I managed to make it to the guest room, with a bucket. I fell asleep for a while, I think, and then just lay in bed for hours. I couldn't bring myself to move enough to turn on the tv. During this time, the one thing I could think about was how much I wanted Denny and Jory with me. Jordyn squeezing a wet towel on my forehead and Denny kissing my cheek would've made this day so much better... I think i'm going to go back tomorrow, if I can, I really want to. Anyway, there's not much more to write about, so i'm gonna go now. Good night

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Jordyn Merrill

Day Nine.

Cassie got home today! It's both good and bad, good that she's home, of course, bad that we're all too sick to really appreciate it. Will is almost back to his old self now, he managed to walk to the chair across the room, all by himself, today which is major progress. Us, however, not so good. Me and Denny have been throwing up all over the place, but neither of us are as bad as Cassie. This morning, we heard a feeble knock at the door, followed by a strong bark, and I answered the door to find Cassie. She looked like she was about to pass out, her hand was grasping onto Velvet's fur, keeping her steady. Me and Denny quickly escorted her to a bed, and laid her down. She promptly threw up, and I cleaned it up, while grabbing her a bucket.

We were all pretty sick, and rapidly declining, I don't know which of us are still writing, and how much, but I think I want to keep this journal for a while longer. Things are getting bad, and they show no sign of getting better, so I'm probably going to have to stop eventually, but as long as I am physically and mentally able there will be at least a paragraph from me every day. This journal is my one constant in this crazy, insane world, and I want to keep it up. Whatever comes next, I'm ready for it.

Denny walters

Day nine

I haven't written here in like forever, i've just been trying to give my father the best care I possibly can, but I just wanted to give you guys an update. My dad's getting better, almost miraculously, it might just be that they dosed him with pain meds, but i'm not complaining. Me and Jory have been doing pretty rough though, throwing up a ton and all that, but Cassie's even worse. Cassie just came back today, she's not doing too good though, I think the only way she got back was with Velvet's help. Thank god for that dog, she's seriously a heroine. Anyway, I don't know if i'll be able to write much, i'm just feeling super rough. But long story short, dad's doing better, we're all getting worse. Fun. I'll see you next time I feel up to writing.