My Muirn Beatha Dan Chapter: Possession

And I would be the one, to hold you down,

Kiss you so hard, I'll take your breath away.

And after I, wipe away your tears, just close your eyes, dear

Through this world I stumble, so many times betrayed

---Possession by Sarah Mclachlan

On Monday morning, Mary K., who was complaining loudly that we were going to be really late for school if I didn't drag my butt out of bed, was shaking me awake. I swatted her away and reluctantly got out of bed. School. There didn't seem to be a point to school anymore, not with everything else that was going on in my life. I didn't even know why I bothered to keep going to school, apart from the fact that my mom would be royally pissed if I didn't keep going.

I got in and out of the shower quickly, dressed at break-neck speed, nearly tumbled down the whole flight of stairs in my rush to get there on time. At this rate, I might make it to school in time to just barely make it to first period. Mary K. pushed me out the door before I could grab my morning meal of a Diet Coke.

"We don't have time, Morgan!" she hollered at me as she raced to get in the passenger's side of Das Boot. "I knew I should have gotten a ride with Jaycee this morning."

"I'm sorry," I said, starting up the car and heading toward the school, doing the additional five miles over the speed limit that I was allowed. I hated being late for school, but I also wasn't a morning person. "I should have woken up earlier."

"I swear I'm going to buy you an alarm clock for Christmas," my sister said irritably. "A really loud one so you'll hear it. If I'm late, I'm blaming it on you. You see if I don't." Mary K. hated being late even more than I did.

"Look, I said I was sorry, alright? Give me a break." I'd had a rough weekend, trying to complete a History essay that had to be six pages long and trying not to think about Hunter, who I hadn't talked to since Saturday night, when he'd kissed me. I still wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that kiss, so I was glad that he hadn't called me yet.

By the end of the day, I was totally exhausted and ready to go home. I could tell that Mary K. was feeling the same way. She'd gotten over being cross with me when she wasn't late for school. She climbed into the car after waving after her friends.

I couldn't understand why I was so tired, though. The night before, I'd gone to bed early, knowing that I had to wake up for school the next morning. Mary K. had always been a morning person, ready and willing to wake up in the morning, and then wake me up. She was rarely ever so grumpy; that was my job. Even so, I still felt as if I were to blink one more time, I'd fall asleep and not wake up for a week.

It was as if some invisible force was tugging at my consciousness, making me unbelievably sleepy. A very tinny tiny voice in the back of my brain was screaming, "Stay awake! You know this is magick, so pull out of it already!" but the larger part of me was saying, "Go away, you little pest, and let me get some sleep already."

Mary K. curled up on her seat, hardly able to keep her eyes open. She looked out the window, blinked a few times, and then looked back at me. "Where are we going, Morgan?" she asked. "This isn't the way home."

I tried to snap my attention back to the road, but found that I was having a hard time concentrating on anything, apart from my sleepiness. I realized that she was right, though. We were almost on the highway, heading away from Widow's Vale, not toward it. Startled, I carefully made a U-turn and headed back toward Widow's Vale.

"Sorry Mary K.," I said, turning to look at her. "I didn't even realize where I was going. Thanks for pointing it out to me, though. We might have been in New York before I realized where we were going."

I laughed a little, but then I just had to close my eyes. Blinking a few times helped a little, but not much. I looked back over at Mary K., only to find that she was also struggling not to fall asleep. I knew someone had put some kind of sleeping spell on us, but somehow, that didn't matter.

All that mattered was closing my eyes and going to sleep, even if I was driving...

My eyes snapped open again. What was I thinking? I was driving a car, with Mary K. in the seat beside me. I couldn't fall asleep! Think Morgan, I instructed myself. What can you do? Get help. Hunter's picture immediately popped into my brain. Hunter would know what to do.

Hunter, I thought. Hunter, I need your help.

What is it? he sent back.

I think someone put a sleeping spell on Mary K. and me, I told him. I can't stay awake. We're in Das Boot.

Okay. I'm on my way. Whatever you do, don't fall asleep.

I really can't promise him anything, I thought distantly after Hunter had cut the connection. Wait, yes I could! I just had to stay awake for a little while longer, and then Hunter would come, and everything would be fine.

Hunter. Mmmm. My mind drifted back to Saturday night, when he'd kissed me. Goddess, that was great. No, it'd been more than great; it had been perfect, totally perfect.

The last thing I remembered before I blacked out was hearing someone screaming.

Me: Sorry about the wait updating, and also for the short chapter. Oh, and I have now read the seventh, ninth and tenth books in the Sweep series! Yay! How many books are there, anyway? I'm just curious. I know, curiosity killed the cat, so it's a good thing I'm not a cat, eh? Anyway, please review!