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•Chapter Thirty-Seven•

=Chapter Thirty-Seven=
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Saturday, 28th of September

I didn't sleep very well. Despite feeling relatively safe in my room, I just couldn't close my eyes. I had a feeling that the hellhounds weren't the only thing in the city waiting to pounce.

I wonder if they held back because of the mortal.

Every time I closed my eyes and fell into the slightest sleep, I saw people dying. Even those who didn't actually ever die.

I saw glimpses from Tartarus, I saw the wars.

And in the span of seconds, it would all flash though rapidly and send me jolting awake moments later.

Now I sat reading a book, my eyes blurry and tired.

I suppose you could say I was just looking at the book, since reading wasn't possible with how tired I was feeling.

But I couldn't really do anything else. My phone was gone, sleep left me feeling more tired and uneasy, and I couldn't really go out of my room due to bucket head outside.

So here I was, staring at a book to pass time.

It was killing me.

I wiggled my foot erratically, trying to remove the tense and also jittery feeling.

I flopped the book down beside me, sighing loudly as I watched the clock on my nightstand pass minutes slowly as if it took an hour for each minute to turn instead of 60 seconds.

Just as I was about to unfortunately fall into another doze, I was suddenly disturbed by a knock.

"Hey, sleeping beauty." The voice said, and I slightly relaxed when I heard it was Red Hoods.

"What.." I responded with a groan.

"I couldn't help but hear you tossing and turning and sighing, it's actually very annoying so I wondered if I might be able to cure it for you."

I rolled my eyes, turned over and buried my head under my pillow.

"How might you cure nightmares.." I groaned sarcastically, my voice very clearly muffled as it went through both the pillow and the door and the stupid bucket on his head.

"Maybe a kiss from your true love!" He laughed.

I snorted. "True love? Good luck finding me one."

"Well how about we start looking.. starting with yours truly.." he said slyly.

I lifted my head from out beneath the pillow.

"In your dreams!" I called out.

"Well at least I sleep!" He shot back.

I scoffed. "Well at least I don't wear an obnoxious bucket on my head!"

"What's my helmet got to do with sleep!" He defended, his tone indicating that I wounded his pride.

"Everything. Sleep is everything. And your helmet interferes with sleep. You can't sleep with that thing, and you refuse to take it off around people, so therefore, you're hindering your sleep by forcing yourself to wear it!"