Dess leaned against the doorway, too tired to sleep. Melissa was conked out on the hotel bed, and Jonathan on a couch in the corner.
Dess' thoughts spun in little circles, making her head hurt.
Was midnight really over, or was it still out there somewhere, like Jonathan thought?
Why did Rex leave us? Was it something to do with the darkling taint?
Over the last few months, Dess and her friends had left their home town, searched for new midnighters, and actually found one. His name had been Deron.
Dess had thought he was ok, but not really her thing.
And then Melissa had gotten attacked by someone, who and why they still didn't know. Rex had come back with another new midnighter, Aris. And lastly, everyone had to fight the darkling king, which ended with both it's and Deron's deaths.
Dess felt depressed.
How come she had to suffer such horrible stuff at such a tender age? She was only a teen after all.
She sunk to the floor, and hugged her knees. She and her friends and fled the Minnesotan town as fast as they could. Well, after everyone had gotten out of the hospital, that was. It seemed kind of cruel not to tell Deron's parents, so Melissa did and everyone went to the funeral.
Dess closed her eyes, the black eye shadow making them look like pits.
Maybe she could think about this in the morning. How about that, brain?
Sleep came slowly, but eventually arrived.
The digital clock on the bed stand flipped slowly from number to number. But it abruptly stopped on four certain digits.
12:00