Bubbles: (Singing) Laughing Riot does not own annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-

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Bubbles: - thing!

Boomer: ...Man, can she hold that note!

Bubbles: (Giggles) It's true!!


I was restless last night. I couldn't sleep. I would try to sleep, but had no such luck. If I did, I would have very short naps- some as short as five minutes- and wake up from the same terrible nightmare. One that I was living in.

It was like the same thing that happened to me when the dark Boomer first appeared.

I could feel his eyes everywhere, always watching me, studying me. But everywhere I turned, there was nothing. I only knew that it was just fear that made me feel like this, but it was too real to be just in my head.

He was after me, after my death and torchure. And I knew it.

That next morning, I was tired. Like I said, I couldn't sleep. I was too afraid to. Afraid of having that same nightmare.

I slowly crawled down the stairs. Yawning, I checked the time on my watch.

Five in the morning, I though. Great…

Preparing a breakfast for my sisters and I, I tried to remain as cute and joyful as I usually would.

It was now five-thirty, and Blossom skipped down the steps, and stopped when she found me eating waffles. Shocked, she stood where she was and stared at me. Of course, I never had woken up earlier than her, usually about an hour later or so, but I wasn't myself today.

Motioning her to come and eat, she down. My sister studied me as we both ate. Finally, she asked, "Something wrong?"

I shrugged and took another spoonful of cereal. Blossom continued to watch me.

"Are you sure? You're not acting like yourself."

I shook my head. "Just fine," I answered, swallowing down my food.

Blossom gave me a look. I shrugged and rubbed my eyes and yawned. My sister kept staring at me until Buttercup came down. She scratched her head, but suddenly, her eyes shimmer as she sniffed the air. I saw her start to drool.

"Waffles," she said.

She zipped into her seat, and stuffed as many waffles as she could into her mouth, later eating a stick of butter and a jar of syrup. Burping, she rubbed her stomach.

"Can we have seconds?" she asked.

We both stared at her. Blossom then gave her a glare. Hands on hips, she stood up.

"Buttercup, you know very well that I do not appreciate burping, and I want you right now to say excuse me, for that is very rude!"

Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"'Cuse me," she mumbled.

"And one more thing," Blossom said. "You STILL want seconds?"

Buttercup shrugged. "Well, yeah. The waffles are good. Nice work Lil' Blue."

I smiled and nodded. Standing up, I looked at Blossom.

"May I be excused?" I asked.

I didn't let her answer and I went upstairs.

I sigh and sat on my bed. I stared out the window. It was a beautiful day. Birds chirped, flowers bloomed, and the sun was bright. Children ran around with friends, screaming and laughing. I smiled.

A face popped right in front of my window.

I screamed and began to shake. Then, looking at the face more closely, I saw it was Buttercup, who was laughing really hard.

I glared at her and shook my head. She really did love teasing me.

"Don't you have anything better to do Buttercup?" I asked, opening the window.

Buttercup shrugged and climbed into the room.

"Not really," she answered, "And Blossom and I are worried about you. I just wanted to make a quick visit to make sure you were okay."

She began to laugh again.

I stared at my sister and whispered, "I'm not…"

Buttercup stopped and looked at me.

"Huh?"

I sat on my bed and began to tell her everything.

"It started the day he came back. He began to fight better. Better than before. I was so scared, I couldn't do anything. Later, when I was in the hospital, I thought he was gone for good, but now…He's back. And I'm scared again."

Buttercup looked at me, an eyebrow raised. "What?"

I stared at her, then shook my head. "Nevermind."

She shrugged and disappeared out the door. I lay down on my bed and sighed.

No one will ever understand…


Blossom's Point of View

I couldn't help but wonder about my sister's strange attitude this morning at breakfast. After she went into her room, I went outside for a walk, to let my mind go at ease.

But I couldn't relax.

Especially when I ran into a certain red-eyed boy.