This is punishment. I doubt that anyone would be able to withstand this kind of torture; vocal cords of a demon spawn, also known as Tori. I was the lucky winner of a guided tour of my own personnel hell. Glancing over at my tour guide, I in-hailed. Hoping to prepare myself for what is to come, a conversation. I sighed. "Tori you are free to stay awake as long as you want but you will be up at dawn. And by the way you are not using the lantern. We are on a short supply of batteries. We will use the sun when we can and sleep when we can't." A simple statement like that took a lot of my effort. Controlling myself with Tori around will be very difficult. I've been trying very hard for the pass half hour. For a moment I thought I had failed with my temper and Tori. Finally Tori agree that retiring at dark and waking at dawn was "lame" but reasonable. We are no longer in the world of light switches and modern conveniences.
The pain that's been plaguing my temples have spread its cancer throughout my skull and now resides at the base of my lower neck. My foul mood must be contagious. It seems that the more Simon tries to improve Chloe's mood, the damper it gets.
The idea of retreating into my dreams is a prospect that seemed too far away to have any comfort. The gift of a Tori free environment, may have been filled with a false hope, but hope none ales. The promises that will sooth the pain of Tori's torturous voice.
My sanctuary finial arrived, slapping me in the face with its taunting ways. Slumber finally graced us with its presence, stretched through out the abandon house. Simon and Tori's snores a constant reminder that I was the only one who wasn't on a friendly base with sleep…. My restless limbs and agitated mind only helped the situation all the more. The violent threats that my muscles spat at my flesh, kept me from enjoying my haven. My fingers search and found their destination. A nagging itch. The fever evaporated all hopes of tolerating these side effects of my curse. Sprawled eagle on the filthy floor left dwelling on what is to come. My personal hell, my Change.
"B-b-but Aunt Laurie w-w-what a-a-a-about you?" Chloe mumbled sleepily. Pulling me out of my waking dreams. I studied her tiny figure. She rolled over onto her back and mumbled some more. I went back to my lack of sleep after I was sure she was asleep. I was trying hard to maintain a steady breathing pattern and clear my mind. My goal was at least a few hours of sleep.
She tossed and turned for about ten minutes before she shot up and gasped for air. I could hear her heart race. Her shoulders hunched over. Her eyes scanned our dank and moldy little shelter. Her eyes passed over with out seeing much, eyes unfocused. Her breathing became almost passable for normal. After a moment she laid back down. It took her a moment to get her breathing under control. Shortly after her heart beat fell in line and stumbled back into a restless sleep.
