Insomnia
December 17
Snowfall: 0.243 inches
Three years had passed since the death of the origami killer. Three long and horrible years. Madison faced a never ending battle against her insomnia. Currently, it was winning.
Madison threw the covers off of her bed and stood. Snow was coming down in fat clumps.
"Another sleepless night," she sighed. It seemed like she went longer and longer without sleep. Madison scanned her surroundings. No battles with masked assailants tonight. She giggled and was surprised at how annoying it sounded to her. These days, everything annoyed her. She supposed it was the lack of sleep, although other sources could be contributing.
She walked out of her bed alcove and into her living area. She sat down, flipping on the TV, and saw a commercial advertising her book, Heavy Rain. She flipped the TV off again in disgust. As if on cue, the door buzzer rang.
Who the hell is at the door at this hour. Madison hurried and opened her loft door. Standing in front of her was a short and lanky looking teen. He had dark brown hair and deep gray eyes. His face was covered in post-pubescent acne.
"Oh God, it's you again, what do you want?" Madison huffed. She just now realized that she was in her underwear.
"Hi, Madison! I called earlier three times, but you didn't answer," the teen replied. "I figured you would be awake because of your insomnia, so I came over."
Madison sighed again. This boy was Jeremy Abetson, number one Madison Paige fan.
"I did something good! I put flowers on Ethan Marz's grave!" She was almost willing to tolerate his visit, but this comment she was not.
"What the hell did I tell you! I told you to stay away from his family and his grave!" she snapped, grabbing Jeremy by the collar.
"I- I'm sorry, Madison..." he replied, his eyes growing wide.
Madison released him with yet another sigh. She would hurt him, but his father was the owner of the newspaper Madison worked for, and the royalty checks from her book would only pay the bills for so long.
"Whatever... You might as well come in since you made your way all the way out here."
"I live in the penthouse three floors above you," he stated.
"I know, Jeremy," sighed Madison. "I know."