Midnight releases a sad sigh. She allows her gaze to flit shut on the white sofa underneath her. Her entire body is sore with pain. Her mind so happens to be frazzled while her nerves were a wreck. She felt like curling up into a ball to release her sobs into something.
Did the pain ever truly go away? Everybody was getting ready for bed while Midnight kept to herself. She said nothing all day on Sunday, remaining invisible to the Douglas family. She didn't belong. Every step she took was a mistake.
Her suspicions were proven to be truth every time Rocky got the opportunity to jab an insult her way. She didn't know how much she could withstand without giving up.
"Night, you should..." Baby strides to the door of the living room, trailing off at the silent tears falling down Midnight's face. Had the other girl realized her face becoming wet?
Midnight jumps, playing with the hem of her jacket. She wipes a way stray tears, forcing a false smile onto her face. "Yeah, I'm on my way."
Baby walks over, softly placing folded clothes on Midnight's lap. She crosses her arms, rubbing the goosebumps running along her arms. She kept managing to steal one of Colt's blue tee shirts to sleep in. A smirk graced her features at how Colt let her sleep in his bed while he slept in a sleeping bag on the floor beside Tum Tum's bunk bed. "Night, if something is bothering you-"
"Flame, I'm cool. What is this?" Midnight asks, crinkling her nose up at the clothes on her lap.
"Oh, it's the grey-green striped hoodie with green sweatpants Rocky grew out of. You can change into them for a more comfortable night's sleep." Baby beams, snickering at how Rocky got her to do his dirty work for her.
Midnight grimaces, "I'll be up in a few."
"You best or I'm sending Rocky for you." Baby wriggles her eyebrows, grinning at Midnight.
Sighing, Midnight watches the redhead go. The Saturday evening hadn't been so bad, considering Barbie and Sasha got to join them for dinner. Her mood had been lifted by the welcome distraction. She was ready to curl up on the couch sofa, instead of being surrounded by other people. She liked the Douglas family household more than she yearned to admit, but sometimes; she needed to be alone.
It's how she could create in peaceful solace. She felt drained as if nothing was going right. Reluctantly, removing her body from the sofa; she goes to the bathroom to hesitantly change. In the process her mind snaps to her step-parents. What was really taking them so long that they couldn't check in on Midnight? Had they long forgotten her existence?
Her mind flipped to every worst thought imaginable. Her depression deepened, causing her to gaze down at the grey-green striped hoodie while in front of the mirror. A sad sigh escapes her caramel pink lips, briefly eyeing her half white, half black dyed hair. Her ringlets were groomed into soft waves on each side. Did her step-father decide to abandon her for some drug trade business or did he simply discard her?
Midnight allows her palms to touch the cool of the sink to steady her breathing. She tries to force away dark probabilities.
"It's not that bad!" Midnight hisses to herself, glaring at the image reflected in the mirror. She has to force off the negative backlash. How could she afford to bring their moods down? She couldn't nor would she.
"Night, are you alright in there?" The voice of Rocky came from the other side of the bathroom door. He gave a light knock.
Midnight grew anxious, fiddling with her fingers. Her eyes snapped to the door. Should she even try to fake it longer than she already is? It's not like she was best friends with the blonde who didn't get her at all. "Yeah!"
"Baby was worried about you!" Rocky calls, sighing as he remained on the other side of the door.
Midnight scowls, shaking her head. She needs to be in her own space in order for her happiness to return to her. Swinging open the door, the blonde boy happens to drop to the floor. She was formulating a plan in the back of her mind as her eyes didn't bother to meet his. Storming past him, she went to the bedroom where they were all cooped up in during the night.
She had been gifted the decision of using Rocky's bed to sleep while he took the floor beside the bed in a sleeping bag. She didn't like being so close to somebody she was already citing as narcissistic- the more he went about his behavior towards her. She angrily climbs into the bed, turning on her left while pulling the covers up over her head.
Baby shoots Colt a quizzical look. The two were sat on the top bunk bed, whispering to one another about a prank to pull on Emily. Nothing too harmful, but enough to get her to go her own way. They didn't know of the truth Midnight had grown to learn in psychical connection via the blonde girl.
Rocky appears, jogging in the doorway. His green blue eyes immediately land on the snug form of Midnight under the covers, causing him to narrow them at her. He kicked around why things had to be so complicated with her.
Maybe, because of the age difference. Grimacing, he climbed into the sleeping bag on the floor as Colt copies his actions.
All the lights were turned off.
Midnight is planning to sneak out of the house. She can't be here a moment longer. She needs the comfort of her home, her safe haven in the world, her peace of mind. A million thoughts were running through her mind while soft snores came directly from the others. They claim to be ninjas?
How do they sleep through snoring? Midnight wonders, quietly in her head. Rolling her eyes, she softly turns onto her back. She allows her gaze to flit around the dark bedroom, making sure every single one is asleep. She forgets Rocky for a minute, peering over the bed at the blonde boy seemingly asleep.
Her heart skips a beat. She is quiet as a mouse, manveruing silently from the bed. She is a ballerina at heart after all. She lands an inch, swiftly, softly from the sleeping form of the beautiful blonde boy she would never get to call hers. Standing straight, she chances a glimpse to make sure none had awoken.
Thankfully, she was able to slip from the bedroom lightly sneaking to the downstairs. She was on her way to a homerun. Voices, whispering in the kitchen catch her attention. To eavesdrop or not to eavesdrop? Lifting an eyebrow, she quickly assumed the parents of the Douglas boys grew tired of seeing her ugly face, allowing her better judgement to press her into the shadows of the wall to hear what they were saying.
"Sam, how are we supposed to tell them?" Jessica asks her husband. Her eyes were glossy. Her tone is frantic.
Midnight grows worried, ready to bound into the kitchen with the odd sense of wanting to comfort the woman.
"You rip off the bandaid. Look, honey, we will tell them tomorrow. It's going to be hard for them to hear. I know how close they were." Sam says, gently gripping his wife. He pulls her in close, sparking a bubble of life in Midnight.
Why did certain couples always have to make her feel hopelessly romantic inside? She shivers, making a face of disgust by the thought. She gives up trying to guess what the parents were needing to address with their sons, but it couldn't be good.
Not with the look of despair placating Jessica.
Midnight still has the urge to comfort them. She remains in the shadows, watching the man gently tug his wife up the stairs. Frowning, she's sure the mother will check up on them. She got used to the woman peeping her head in every night.
"Where were you sneaking off to?" Rocky asks, startling Midnight who was softly biting her bottom lip.
"I thought you were sound asleep." Midnight proclaims, glaring hateful daggers into him.
"The slightest of movements wakes me up. I'm not a heavy sleeper like my brothers." Rocky informs her going into the kitchen for a glass of water. He returns awaiting her answer while crossing his arms.
Midnight is doubtful he is speaking the truth. She gestures to the ground, "Don't pretend like you're bothered by the fact that I'm leaving."
"You're step-parents aren't back." Rocky chides, causing her to take a step from the shadows.
"I'm running away." Midnight confidently informs the blonde. She takes quick strides to the front door, no sooner blocked by the view of the green ninja. She never held the urge to slap somebody until then and there.
"You are not." Rocky spoke through gritted teeth. He could sense what gears were turning behind her head. Yet, he wasn't about to let her get herself killed.
Midnight then recalls there's a second door to her freedom. She starts for the kitchen area. "Watch me."
Rocky cuts her off, blocking her view to the kitchen. "What would your step-parents think?"
Midnight was stumped. Would they even care? A flicker of sadness in her eyes had her not bothering to argue with the blonde. She'd have to escape when school let out.
Rocky saw the conflict in her eyes. He did the one thing he hadn't upon meeting the girl. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.
"At this point, I wouldn't know. It's like I'm the Lost Boy no one is recalling these days." Midnight gloomily replies, feeling herself starting to unravel.
"You're not easy to forget, Midnight. I'm sure they're worried fo your sake-" Rocky softly speaks, moving closer to the girl. His hand remained on her shoulder for support.
"Oh, are you sure? They haven't made the time to call. Claudia takes up all of Sam's time so I'm forgotten when they're in the same room. You don't have that problem!" Midnight briefly, sniffles trying to force down all the weak emotions.
It's like she couldn't stop herself from being open with him. Nor did she care. She was angry, bitter, hurting and held a bloodlust that night. Her normality was losing it's timeless button.
"Weren't they adopting a son on their honeymoon? So, it's got to be difficult for them to make contact." Rocky tries, wanting to wrap her into a warm hug.
Midnight quickly withdraws from his kindness. She shrugs off his grip, turning a glare on him.
"Who are you to lecture me on what's difficult and what's not?" Midnight seethes, starting for the stairs.
"Night, I just-" Rocky follows suit, tugging the sleeve of the hoodie while stopping her at the bottom of the steps.
Midnight shoots him a glare over her shoulder, shutting him up.
"Oh, so what? Are you trying to be my father, now? Should I call you daddy?" Midnight angrily hisses to him.
Rocky frowns, releasing his grip on the girl.
Clearly, Midnight did not want cheering up.
"Midnight, I was trying to be your friend." Rocky reveals in a soft undertone.
Midnight sarcastically, softly laughs at that.
"Oh, but I'm the liar hiding something? Boy, you best make up your mind on whether you're my friend or enemy. One day, it's let's be friends while the next it's your threatening my girlfriend. I am in no mood for lunchbox friends, Rocky." Midnight continues her angry rant, returning to the bed she didn't want to sleep in.
Rocky stood with his mouth agape. He knew she had a point. He decided to take the advice of Baby, and back down. He grew sad inside, trudging up to bed.
