Woot! I'm back from Germany! It was really fun. And i got so many reviews! Unfortunatly, I'm out of brownies, so you all can have these chocolate Mozart candies they had everywhere in Germany/Austria. Kind of obessed people, dont you think?
Ok, about this chapter. It sucks. Alot. Just a warning. I'm at the point where i know whats going on at Point A and i know what i want to happen at Point B, but I'm not quite sure how to get there. So please, just bear with me. the next chapter will be longer and better.
Disclaimer: Only in my mind.
Chapter 8
My hat. Christine sat up in bed and stared wildly in to the darkness of her room. She brought her hand to her forehead, as if she was checking for a fever, and groaned. Something had been nagging her since she returned from Erik's house yesterday afternoon. She had thought about it for a little while, but had decided it was nothing. Of course, what it really was just had to hit her now, right as she was going to sleep. Figures. She kneaded her forehead with her knuckles and mentally yelled at herself "It took you two bloody days to realize you forgot your hat! You can't get much slower than that."
She threw back her covers and swung her feet over the side of the bed. "It wasn't that nice of a hat anyway. Besides I have others." she lay back on the bed again, almost convinced that it wasn't the big of a deal. But then something peculiar happened. As Christine closed her eyes to try and sleep again, an image of Erik wearing her hat popped into her head. Her eyes immediately popped back open. As strange and comical as the vision was, it really scared her for some reason. "I have to go back and get that hat." She murmured to herself.
You're really going to go back there? Just for a hat?
Yes
Any other reason?
No
Liar
What's that supposed to mean?
Admit it, you want to go back because of Erik. You're still curious.
Oh please, that's the last reason why I would want to go back.
Sure.
Die.
Can't. I'm you.
Christine rubbed her temples and lay back down on her pillow. I'm going insane. She yawned and closed her eyes. So what if her hat was at Erik's house? She would just pop by tomorrow, go in, get the hat, and get out. It would be that simple. As she drifted off to sleep, her last thought was "I hope".