Next morning she sat up with a jolt. She shuddered. Why was it so cold out? She glared outside to her amazement. Snow... Snow. Everywhere it blanketed. " How?! Its only October!" She said in amazement. Oh well. She thought and headed downstairs. She sighed. She atleast was a little ok. She walked downstairs , wearing a purple robe she got for her birthday last week.
She made some cereal , remembering the days she never ate breakfast and laughed. She smiled slightly , for the first time in months. She then curled up onto the couch and watched tv. She sighed and yawned. She was still tired from last night. Yet she was awake , and watching her TV. Her favorite show was on. She watched with interest and chewed her cereal. She was keeping an eye on a paticular charrector. He had that particular haircut that just drove her nuts. She sighed covering her head up. "Let the memorys go away!" She cried out. She felt a pang of fear right then. She sometimes had these outbursts for...for doom...for blood in every way. She never told Wheatley about it for the safty of him. She realized lately it was harder and harder to control it. To keep calm. Her world as she knew it may be falling apart. All because of one thing.
A small morning , a small crack in a jar...
Every night , a different dream. Everyday , more cracks in the jar. It drove her nuts..she remembered when she was ok...before all school. No, mostly before 3rd grade. She choked on her words. She remembered...tonight was the day when she was 12...her halloween dance. She remembered everything , clearly in her head. Why was she like this? No one knew..
Her eyes were dark , everyone noticed it. The way she talked , the way she walked. It was all showing signs. She wasnt herself anymore..Just a poser. A new human being. Wherever the true Laila was, she was gone. The one person to mostly notice this change , was Kayla. She had noticed so well, and knew it would soon be too far for her to come back.
Kayla knocked at Laila's door , her face worried. A couple muffled sounds later and she appeared. She had dark bags under her eyes , her skin was now totally pale. Even her hair was a total wreak. " K-kayla?" she said. Her voice was hoarse , as if she had been crying for the past 12 hours. " Listen...you need help! " Kayla said , her voice trying not to panic her but at the same time trying to sooth her sister. The two brunnetes glared to one another a moment before Laila just ran back inside. She screamed in a voice sounding like a child who didnt want to do his/her homework. " NEVER!" Kayla ran after her, upstairs and.. Slammed into a door. " Dangit..." Kayla said quertly. She locked the door before she could get there! She sighed. " Ill be back tommorow you brat!" she said through the door. " I dont care!" Laila retorted back to her as Kayla walked out.
1 AM.
Laila tossed..turned , jerked around. It was 1 AM as Laila slept in a dream she felt she couldnt awaken from. " N...no...pl-please...im...s-scared.." she mumbled. Meanwhile in her dreams Laila was laying , in a puddle of blood. Someone , who is what she'll never know , stabbed her. The worst thing was , Kayla was beside him. She laughed at her , and backed away. She cried to her " please! Dont leave me here Kayla! Y-Your the only one left!". Kayla smiled and said " I dont...care. Bye..." and left. She was alone. Her white shirt clean of blood , even though she was bleeding. She looked up. Somehow , written in blood was 'All Alone...'. " I-i dont wanna be alone...please..someone...anyone...Help.." She cried. Her world swirling into black as Laila slept , her covers tossed around..
A 9th crack in the glass.