08. Childhood

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~ Kriss Darcy ~

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~ Kriss Darcy ~

A deafening roar jarred me from my sleep

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A deafening roar jarred me from my sleep.

What now, I thought grumpily, blinking the sleep away from my eyes. Yesterday, Megan thought shaking me awake was a good idea. If she's pretending to be a lion today, things will be thrown.

Clearly, I'm not a morning person. Very rarely do I wake up in a good mood.

My eyes opened all the way and I glared at whoever had decided to wake me up after the events of the day before.

Nobody was there. How odd. Is there a demon hiding under my bed?

Grumbling to myself, I rolled over to glance at the clock, squinting through the morning light filtering through my curtains. 8 a.m. Fan-freaking-tastic.

I closed my eyes again, hoping to get more sleep, when another roar caused me to sit up in confusion. I glanced around wildly, really hoping a bear didn't break into my bedroom while I was asleep.

Another roar. An irritating ache in my stomach.

Oh. I was hungry. That's a relief.

Sighing, I reluctantly got to my feet and wandered over to the dresser to grab a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, as well as my undergarments. Sleep still clouding my head, I trudged over to the bathroom and turned on the shower, pulling off my pajamas and...

Wait... when did I put on pajamas? I certainly don't remember doing it.

I glanced in the mirror for anything else that may be out of place. The rose necklace still rested against my collarbone, but my hair was down now, the hair tie pulled out...

But it could easily have fallen out in my sleep. I definitely didn't get undressed in my sleep. Then again, yesterday did pass by in a bit of a haze for me. Except for my latest encounter with the Ghost, which sat clear and sharp in my head like it had just happened. The Ghost...

Something flashed across my mind then, a weak memory, fuzzy with exhaustion. Me, on the brink of sleep. A whispered lullaby. A pair of lips touching my forehead as I descended into unconsciousness...

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