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Daisy sat in the booth for a long time, drinking cup, after cup, after cup of coffee. She needed to stay awake. No sleep meant no nightmares. No nightmares meant no waking Mason and George up in the middle of the night.
At about 4:00, Roxy came in and sat down with Daisy and ordered some food. Daisy ordered another cup of coffee.
"Doesn't that fuck with your sleep?" asked Roxy, watching Daisy sip her coffee.
"I'm up anyway."
Roxy stared at her.
"What's going on with you Daisy?" frowned Roxy "You're acting so strange. It's not like you.."
Daisy stared into her coffee avoiding eye contact with Roxy.
"Nothing is going on with me, Roxy."
"Is that so?"
"Yes." said Daisy, still avoiding eye contact. "...Roxy, how long have you been dead? Twenty years?"
Roxy frown deepened. This was an odd question coming from Daisy.
"Yeah something like that...Why do you ask?"
Daisy shrugged. "Just curious I guess."
Roxy raised an eyebrow.
"Why? Is something going on with you and your death date?"
"You wouldn't understand.."
"The hell I wouldn't! What is going on with you Daisy?"
Daisy sighed. "My death anniversary is coming up. Ok? And it's got me a bit edgy."
"But you've been dead for at least-"
"Sixty-six years. And tomorrow it will be sixty-seven." Frustrated, Daisy shook her head. "I knew you wouldn't understand."
Roxy sighed and looked at Daisy.
"Does Rube know?"
"Yes."
"Mason and George?"
"No." Daisy shot a warning look at Roxy "And they're not going to find out. Understood?"
Roxy nodded.
Daisy got up and put her coat on. "I'm leaving. Remember not a word to Mason or George about this!"
"I know! I know! I heard you the first time." said Roxy.
Daisy smiled to herself and left the Waffle House to go home. The walk home was cold, very cold. But Daisy didn't care.
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By the time she finally got home it was well after supper.
"Daisy? Is that you?" George called from the living room.
"Yes. Sorry to be so late. I went for a walk."
Daisy hung up her coat on the coat rack and went into the kitchen and got another cup of coffee. She sat down at the kitchen table with George.
"It's freezing outside. Why the hell would you want to go for a walk?" asked George as she walked into the kitchen.
"To try to clear my mind about a few things." Daisy poured herself a cup of coffee.
George raised an eyebrow. "Daisy, it's 6:23 in the evening...why are you drinking coffee?"
"Why not?"
"Are you trying to stay awake or something? Because if you drink coffee this late, then you won't sleep easily you know because the caffeine-"
"I am fully aware of how caffeine works Georgia. You don't have to talk to me like I'm some kind of idiot!" Daisy snapped.
"Christ Daisy, you don't have to snap at me! What the fuck is your problem?"
"How many times do I have to tell you that NOTHING is wrong? I am sick of everybody asking me that! Leave me alone and mind your own fucking business!" Daisy yelled
And with that statement, Daisy got up and stormed out of the kitchen and into her room, slamming the door behind her.
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Daisy spent the better half of the night reading her books and magazines. At 2:50am she yawned and walked out to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee.
She saw Mason sitting at the kitchen table rearranging various pill bottles and beer bottles with intense concentration.
"Mason it's late. Why are you still up? Go to bed."
He chuckled softly. "No."
"Why not?"
"Not tired."
"Hmm." she nodded. "Because of the drugs?"
"No...ok maybe a little bit."
"Ah." she raised an eyebrow " And because of the booze?"
"No." he smiled and s shook his head.
Daisy sipped her coffee and looked out the window. The street had an orange glow to it because of the streetlight.
"Why are you awake at this hour Daisy?"
Daisy sighed, looked into her coffee and shrugged. "Not tired..."
Mason looked at Daisy's hand that was holding the coffee cup handle. It was shaking slightly. He frowned slightly.
"Daisy...Your hand.." he pointed at it.
She looked at it and was surprised to see it shaking.
"Oh." she clenched and unclenched her fist to try and get it to stop shaking, but gave up quickly when she realized that it wasn't helping.
"Too much coffee I guess." said Daisy.
Mason put his hand over hers and gave a gentle squeeze.
"Daisy..what's wrong?" his voice filled with concern. "You can tell me things Daisy..I'll listen to you."
Daisy got up from her chair and walked over to the sink and set her cup of coffee down.
"There's nothing to listen to because you can't help me.." she sighed.
"What do you mean I can't help you?" said Mason.
Daisy realised what she had said. She had meant to say 'Because there is nothing to help me with.' But she had slipped up.
"I'm going to bed Mason." she said hastily as she washed out the cup and put it by the side of the sink.
Mason wouldn't stand for it. "Daisy. You've said it. I CAN help you with whatever problem you're having right now darling. Just..let me help you please." he said as he put a hand on her arm.
"You can't, Mason!" she was close to tears now.
"Why the hell not!"
"Because it happened a long time ago!" Daisy stopped and turned away from Mason and leaned heavily on the edge of the sink.
Mason stared at her dumbfounded. 'What had happened a long time ago? He thought to himself. 'Why is she upset about it now?'
"What happened a long time ago Daisy?"
"Nothing happened."
"But you said-"
"Forget what I said!"
"But I heard you say-"
"You heard nothing! It's the drugs talking! Y-you're hearing voices in your head!"
Mason saw that her shoulders shook and that she was gripping the counter so tightly that her knuckles were white. He went over to her and put a arm around her shoulders.
"Daisy..darling, what happened?"
Daisy shook her head, tears welled up in her eyes.
"I can't Mason..." her voice was barely a whisper. "I'm going to bed... get some sleep Mason."
Daisy turned abruptly and quickly left the room. Daisy closed her bedroom door behind her and leaned her back against it. She slid down to the floor and hugged her knees. Her breath hitched in her throat and tears flooded her vision, but she did not allow herself to cry.
After she got her composure, she got up and walked over to the bed and turned off the light. She closed her eyes, settling into a less than peace full sleep.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. The next one will be here in a couple of weeks! Take a minute and reveiw please!
