Thank you to TheGoofyCat, I somehow got chapter 3 from my "Lost Boys" Fic uploaded instead, now it's fixed. Sorry people that was a bit of a throw off.
I walked home alone feeling utterly defeated after today, the only bit of relief I felt I had was when I walked out of the school and noticed Ace's car was already gone. After today I don't know what angle I want to tackle this situation, Should I try to make friends, or should I say screw it and just be the loner of Castle Rock High?
I was leaning towards the latter, I wasn't one to lie and fake it to make friends, and at this point I know I wouldn't be making any real friends. As soon as they figure out Tom wasn't my real father, they would just think mom and I were after Tom's money; and I wasn't to be considered on their level anyway. I just couldn't see a winning path to this problem right now.
I was completely out of it during the entire walk home, and before I knew it, I was entering through the front door.
"How was your day hun?" Mom called from the kitchen.
I trudged in and made my way over to the small kitchen table used just for our personal family. I tossed my little bit of homework on the table and slumped into a chair resting my chin in my hands with my elbows on the table.
"That bad huh?"
I nodded and sighed, closing my eyes to try to focus on my breathing alone.
"People avoided me like the plague, and if they couldn't avoid me, it wasn't a pleasant encounter."
Mom set a small plate of sliced apples and oranges in front of me to snack on. I lazily chose a slice and started to nibble on it to distract my mind.
"I told you, you should have worn one of the nicer dresses today." Mom said, going back to the stove to work on what I assumed would be supper tonight. My stomach did a little church, as I scowled at my fruit.
"What I wear should not be a reason to treat me well or not." I huffed, laying my head in one hand, now glaring at one of the pale cream walls. I could hear mom sigh from her place in the kitchen, and out of the corner of my eye I can see her turn to look back at me, but I refused to meet her gaze.
"I know hun, but you know they do."
I continued to glare into space, knowing she was right. It certainly didn't make anything any better though. I couldn't bat away the thoughts of the day, as every little thing kept circling back to the forefront of my mind. I was never rich, and I always dressed like this, so what was really making it that much worse here? It didn't take me long to pinpoint the exact moment my day really started going downhill.
"Actually mom, it wasn't just how I dressed. Did you know the school has my name recorded as Robin Young, instead of Brooks?" I asked her, now looking at her back as she worked over the stove.
"Oh yes well, Tom and I thought that would be for the best."
I froze a little still staring at her back, but mom refused to turn and meet my gaze.
So it wasn't an accident, they purposely put me under the wrong last name?
"Why?" I asked, exasperated. Mom caught the tone, of course.
"Oh sweety, we can't have you going around with a different last name! Could you imagine how these folks would react to Tom and me, if they knew you weren't his?" Mom ranted. By her tone, I could tell that my problems were now far from her mind.
"We'd be the laughingstock of this entire town. I can't run Tom's good name in the dirt like that. Besides we thought that would be best for you. You will look a lot more attractive, when your father is a renowned lawyer."
I was looking at her wide eyed, if anyone were to have been here to see my face, they'd probably assume that my mother grew a second head.
"Attractive to who?" I nearly yelled out.
"To the prissy little princesses down the lane?"
Mom whirled around, a wooden spoon in hand, shaking it at me.
"You watch your language young lady! You will be needing to make friends with those girls." She said sternly, Her face a little flushed with anger.
I gave her a look, one I know she hated, because it always got her more heated.
"Don't give me those eyes Robin! You heard me, now no more of this. Out of my kitchen." She turned back around, and started to viciously stir whatever was in a pot on the stove. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my math notebook off the table and left the room. I made sure to scrape the chair against the floor, as I got up, and stomped my feet against the ground harshly, to make my anger known. A little childish maybe, but I was more than frustrated.
Mom use to be my best friend, someone I can talk to about anything, and she was always willing to listen. Now though my problems are nothing to her, now it's all about her and Tom's image. It's about money, and saving face, even if that means you have to lie to do it.
I briefly thought about stomping up to my room and pouting there, but simply up the stairs wasn't near far enough away, for me right now. So instead, I opted to storm right out the house, snatching the little bit of homework I had on my way out. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go but right now it didn't matter, as long as I wasn't home.
I walked right back onto the main street, looking up at each of the buildings I passed. Henry's produce, a small grocery store, the blue point diner, Irby's bar; I passed them all without much of a second glance, until I came across a small building with one of those red and white spinning deals outside its doors, and "Pop's Ice cream Parlor" Written in fancy faded red lettering.
I paused in front of its doors before stepping inside. The place was older, with faded linoleum flooring, and the words on the large menu posted on the back wall were a bit faded, but it was clean, and it looked inviting.
There was a jukebox in the corner of the store, and it had plenty of small tables with two chairs posted at it, and a few booths posted on the outer edges of the small shop. I walked up to the counter where an older man cleaning a few milkshake glasses stood. He had greying hair, and kind grass green eyes behind a set of thick spectacles.
He looked up at me from behind his glasses and smiled something genuine.
"What can I get you young lady?" His voice was kind too, a little gravely with age, but it was very calming.
I skimmed the menu board, wondering briefly if I wanted to try something I haven't had before, but decided against it soon after. All I really wanted was comfort right now.
"A chocolate malt please." I said, fishing out the change I'd need from my back pocket. A chocolate malt was as comforting as it gets in my book. It didn't take him but a few minutes to get my malt ready, and handed me the nice tall glass, with some whip cream and a cherry placed on top. I thanked the man and then took my glass to a little corner booth.
I melted into the red leather seats as I drew the wide straw closer to me. I stared out the window as I sipped on my liquid comfort; watching the light breeze blow a few stray leaves on across the road, and the occasional small group of teens or kids pass by enjoying the time with their friends. It was a sweet picture but all it did was make me miss Valence, and my friends there. Masie was my best friend, but I had a small group I often spent time with.
There was about four to six of us at any given time. Masie of course, our loud and most friendly member of the group, then there was her sister Molly, who was the exact opposite. It took me two years of spending time at their house before Molly finally spoke a word to me. Most of the time she would just whispers everything in Masie's ear. Anna, she was the artistic type, always sketching in a notepad, and finding the most beautiful scenes to remember. Anything she did when it came to the arts, she was talented in. Painting, sketches with pencil or charcoal, even photography; she was undeniably gifted.
Then there was Jackson, and Daryl, the two guys that most often hung out with us. There were a few others, but we were not their first choice, so they weren't constant. They had other groups of friends they mostly belonged to, and only came to our group at school, or during school events. Jackson and Daryl though, they had no problem spending their time with us outside of school, going to the movies with us, going swimming in the creek, or just walking up and down the main street in our town.
Maybe it was because Jackson had a crush on Anna, and Daryl being his best friend always stayed close to him, but no matter the reason, they were cool to be around. I missed the little group and wondered sadly if they missed me as much as I did them, or if they already filled the hole I left with someone else.
I heard the little bell above the door ring, and I looked up two see a group of four boys walk in. They were young, I would guess around 13 years of age, and the one with dirty blond hair, and thick glasses was rather obnoxious. He was laughing this weird high pitched "hee hee hee", when he came in here, and he was ragging on one of his friends, the only one that seemed to still have some baby fat on him.
I shook my head, not wanting to start crying in here, lest anyone happens to see and mock me for it. I wasn't in Valence anymore and there was no need to dwell on it. I then looked down at the math homework in my hands and decided now was as good of time as any to get it done. Normally I tried to finish my homework in school, but my little issue with Ace in English made me upset enough to forget about it entirely.
I opened its pages and took out the worksheet and set to it. I only had maybe ten more problems left, and most of them were pretty basic, so it would not be a struggle to complete them. The most time was simply spent writing out my order of which I solved each problem.
The boys that came in took seats in a booth on the other side of the little store, but it didn't stop me from hearing every bit of their conversation. This was a small establishment, and they didn't know the first thing about inside voices; glasses especially.
"I'm telling you guys they grew over the summer. Her tits are way bigger than Jen Murphey's now, sincerely!" The chubby one exclaimed.
"No one has bigger tits than Jen." The tallest of the group said firmly, as if that was fact. He had his hair cut kind of close to his head, and his face looked a little familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on the reason why.
I rolled my eyes and tried to focus harder on what was in front of me. The last thing I cared to hear about, was the growing breasts of young teens I don't know, just now hitting puberty. It felt weird being able to hear this kind of talk, and I wondered grudgingly to myself if that was all men honestly could care to talk about. Nothing else, other than girls' bodies can catch their attention, and provoke discussion?
I tried to ignore their loud, and rather inexperienced talk of women as best I could. If there was one thing, I was good at, it would be my ability to mind my own business. For the most part I can easily ignore a conversation, as long as the participants aren't practically shouting to each other. I was even better at just not caring enough about the conversation to chime in unannounced.
I hummed to myself to help make the boys' voices more like buzzing so I can properly focus on my last couple questions. I was doing somewhat well, getting through one problem and finally working my way through the last one. I heard the faint sound of a bell, and I noticed after a few seconds, that the young boys were dead silent, so I figured they must have left the parlor.
I started to relax, not needing to focus so hard on my work with the obnoxious voices now gone. That was until I heard a distinct plopping sound of someone's body hitting the seat on the other side of the table, and I saw an arm leaning on the table in front of my paper. I followed the arm up to the person it was attached to.
Cold blue eyes looking back at me intrigued, and a cigarette hanging out of smirking lips. I looked at him quizzically for a second or two, wondering what Ace could possibly want now. I looked around thinking his friends had to be close by, but there was no trace of them.
"Do you need something?" I finally asked realizing he wasn't going to be speaking first. He only shrugged and scanned the worksheet I was almost finished with, wrinkling his nose just a bit.
"Didn't peg you as a nerd Young."
I fixed him with a glare, one that was harsher than he deserved, he really had no clue how much I despised that last name right now.
"I didn't think simply doing homework constitutes me as a nerd, and don't call me that." I bit out. I scanned the little shop to see the four were infact still here, but practically frozen in their seats. It looked like they were trying to become invisible by sure will power, as they kept their eyes glued to our table.
'So it seems they know Ace, and possibly not in the best of ways. I wonder what happened there?'
"What? Mad at your daddy right now? Did he say no to the new car princess?"
I could have sworn I saw red for a brief second as I looked back at the blonde. I couldn't help the anger lashing out of me.
"Will you shut the fuck up about shit you don't know!" I growled out. I realized that it was more like shouting at him, and everyone in the small shop could hear me. Knowing I couldn't trust myself to keep my mouth shut and seeing Ace's face growing with a darkness that admittedly kind of frightened me; I packed my papers right back up, and rushed on out the door.
I heard the shouts behind me from Ace but refused to turn back and face him. I don't understand why he couldn't just leave me be.
I felt a tug on my arm, that I tried to shake out of immediately.
"Let go of me!" I snarled at him, cursing the small town as not a single person seemed to be out and about at this very moment to witness whatever he might plan to do.
"You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that."
"Oh please! You have been talking shit to me all day!" I retorted. I yanked my arm once more and tried to move on but his grip was much stronger.
"Why can't you just leave me alone!" I growled at him, trying to pry his fingers off my arm with my other hand. He stopped that nonsense by grabbing my other arm and keeping them by my sides. Now the fear was really kicking in; I didn't like feeling like a trapped little animal, and I certainly didn't like being manhandled.
"Will you calm down you're making a scene."
I struggled violently against his grasp this time, ignoring his words completely as my sole focus was on getting lose. I kicked out, managing to hit one of his knees, and it must have caught him off guard, cause his grip almost instantly loosened. I practically tripped back, catching myself before I fell on the pavement, and rushing away once again.
I heard him yell once again, of which I yelled at him to leave me alone once again.
"Hey! Get back here Young!"
"That isn't my fucking Name!" I screamed back, not slowing down. If Ace really wanted to follow me, he could catch right back up no problem, I knew that; so seeing as he never grabbed my arm again I knew he wasn't rushing after me.
I slowed down after a few minutes of silence to realize that I ran off in the wrong direction, and I was possibly lost seeing as nothing seemed familiar.
'Great just great'
I slowed down, wiping the few tears that I noticed started to fall from my eyes. I guess I was more scared than I thought, but it probably didn't help that I was stressed beyond measure. It felt like I was drowning in it.
I sighed and loosened up my arms, from their crossed position over my chest, and looked to left and right of me. There wasn't much around me, it looks like I ended up walking right into the more run down and least occupied part of town. There were not very many shops around me, and most of the buildings I did come across looked run down or abandoned.
'Don't freak, it's a small town, I can just turn around and find my way back.'
I was just about to turn around when a black car pulled up beside me. I looked over slowly and carefully, but groaned as soon as I recognized the driver. I started walking once again, not wanting to look like a complete idiot by having to turn around.
"Get in the car." Ace said, with a sense of finality, it seems he was driving slowly to keep up with my strides.
"Can't you just leave me be, I know I didn't kick you that hard." I huffed out, facing forward despite it not being the right direction, just to avoid looking him in the eye.
"Just get in Robin, you're gonna get lost." He sounded sincere, and I had to admit that if I kept walking the way I was, I would have a really hard time finding my way back home once it got dark.
I stopped with a sigh and leaned my head over to look at the boy. Ace didn't look angry at me which was at least a good sign, and now that I was stopped I started to realize just how tired and sore my legs were.
I gave in, walking over and opening his passenger door so I can slide into the seat, keeping my arms crossed.
"You going to pout the entire drive home?" Ace asked, he sounded amused at my bad mood.
"I don't want to go home." I mumbled leaning over to lie my head on my hand as I raised it to lean on the door.
"What did your lawyer dad lower your allowance?" He teased.
"He isn't my dad!" I cried out, hitting the back of my head against the head of the chair.
"My last name is Brooks, Tom isn't my father, he isn't even the first man my mom remarried. I'm not rich, and unless it profits him, I will not be getting any of his money in any way, shape or form."
I sighed, relieved I finally letting it all go, and I melted a bit into the seat. Ace was silent for a while, but I was okay with it, at this point I don't even care if he believes me; I was just happy I was able to let it all out.
"Feel better now?"
I looked over at Ace who was giving me a strange look, that I couldn't help but start to giggle at. He almost looked like he was having to deal with a toddler and their tantrum.
"Yeah I do… I'm sorry." I said. I felt a little bad freaking out on him like that, he must think I am crazy.
"Don't mention it."
I looked around us to see that all the shops and houses were gone, replaced by wheat fields.
"Where are we going?" I asked. I should probably be worried that I am in a car with a strange boy, in the middle of nowhere but I couldn't bring myself to feel afraid of him at this moment. Not when he went out of his way to pick me up after I made a scene and kicked in his knee.
"Nowhere, just around. You said you didn't want to go home."
I nodded approvingly, he was right after all, I did say I didn't want to go home. I relaxed back into the seat looking at the rolling hills, or fields of wheat and corn stocks. I looked back at Ace and watched in shock has he brought a beer bottle to his lips.
"Are you drinking?!"
Ace raised an eyebrow towards me.
"you got a problem with it?"
"Yes I got a problem with it! You can't be drinking and driving that's how accidents happen." I explained a little calmer and reaching for the bottle in his hands. He only raised it out of reach, giving me a sly grin.
"I'm fine, I'm not drunk."
My shoulders slouches deflated as I looked back at him.
"Ace, please."
He looked back at me with another unreadable expression as the more mischievous grin faded away. I thought for a moment, He would just chug the entire bottle to spite me, but instead he flicked his wrist, tossing the bottle out of the car entirely. I couldn't help but smile at him, feeling just a bit warm inside that he respected my wishes.
"Fine. You're rather bossy you know that." He faced forwards, keeping his eyes on the road once more. I only grinned wider at him, even though I knew he was avoiding eye contact.
"Whatever, someone like you wouldn't listen to me just because I was bossy."
I turned my body a bit to face him better, putting my arm up on the seat and resting my head on my arm.
"It's okay to admit you can be nice every once in a while, you know." I said with a teasing smile.
His mischievous grin came back, as he gave me a quick glance before watching the road once more.
"Don't count on it princess."
I rode with Ace for another hour or more as he stuck to the outskirts of town, every once in a while, pointing out places he and his boys hang out. There was a creek nearby, not too far out of town that looked perfect for swimming that I made a mental note about coming back for just that at a later date.
There was a small river that runs under a bridge that they do some fishing in, and we passed a small house in the middle of nowhere it seemed. It had a large grassy backyard, with a white truck and a blue car that both look to be in various stages of construction, just in view of the road. There seemed to be a bench or two out there as well, but I could be mistaken. He mentioned that they worked on their vehicles out there, and I wondered briefly if it was his house.
It had to be one of theirs, or at least of a friend or relative for them to be taking up space there almost on a daily basis.
"How hot are the parts you're putting on those vehicles?" I asked.
My own smile grew as I watched his grin spread wide across his face, as if he was remembering every moment he acquired a new part for those vehicles, and maybe even his own.
"None as far as you know."
I barked a laugh, shaking my head a little. Of course, he would be stealing a lot of the parts, guys like him can't afford to be buying them all. I should feel disgusted or something about him quite literally stealing the parts he has off other vehicles or right out of the shops, but I just couldn't bring myself to care. I would want him to be able to afford his hobby, but it isn't so easy to get to that point.
I wasn't sure how late we were out, but once the sun started to set, I knew mom would be pissed about me being late for supper, and I had to start heading home. I groaned out my frustration at the thought that I would have to go back, and Ace already picking up on what my groan meant, turned around and started to drive back into town.
"It can't be that bad."
"Trust me when I say it is that bad, and maybe more. I feel like I'm living with strangers, turns out money changes people drastically." I mumbled out keeping my head rested on my arm as I looked out at the road.
I closed my eyes and just focused on the wind rushing through my hair and over my face softly. I sat like that in the silence for just a few minutes, almost forgetting where I was until Ace's voice rung out again.
"You're gonna have to tell me where to go."
I opened my eyes to see we were already rolling through town slowly, no one was out now, but that was to be expected on a school night so early in the year.
"Sorry, take a Right once you hit Henry's produce, I live right up that road, I will let you know what house is mine."
He nodded and followed my simple directions quietly. Rolling down my street I wondered if my mom or Tom would be outside waiting for me, and how livid they would be that I was showing up to the house in a car with a boy. I thought briefly that I should have Ace drop me off now, and just walk the other two blocks down, but I decided against it.
I wasn't doing anything terrible, I had nothing to hide. Besides it would be kind of a bonus to just add that extra little jab of defiance in there.
'I ought to be called Petty Patty.' I thought to myself amused, understanding just how childish I was being, yet not caring to change my attitude just yet.
We were arriving on my block now, and I tapped Ace's shoulder twice catching his attention, before pointing to a decent sized pale blue house.
"That one will be it." I said quietly. Ace inspected the outside of the home, and slowed to a stop in the street right in front of it. He gave it an appreciative look, and nod.
"Not too bad Princess."
I nearly gave a snort, trying to stifle my laugh; Something my mom would have smacked me for, since it was so "un lady-like".
"Yup, big cold and Lifeless. Who could want more?" I said, sarcasm dripping heavily from my lips. I turned back to Ace with a softer genuine smile.
"Thank you, seriously. I needed a vent." I told him before hopping out of his vehicle and shutting his passenger door gently.
"Any time Princess."
He gave me a wink, and I had half a mind to ask him why he continued with the nickname, even though he knew I wasn't a legitimate child, but knowing I was already in hot water, I saved it for another time. I waved goodbye to him and started walking up my sidewalk to the front door. I looked back once I hit my front porch to see Ace was still sitting there in his car. Only driving off once I grabbed the doorknob.
I felt my cheeks heat up ever so slightly at the gentlemanly gesture.
'It just wasn't something I expected of him', was what I told myself while entering the foyer. The nice feeling was almost enough to make me forget what I was walking into. Almost.
"Robin Jay Brooks." Came my mother's severe disembodied voice from the dining hall. I sighed tiredly, the nice feeling I had now gone, and replaced with the usual frustration.
I dragged my feet to the dining room, seeing my mother standing beside the table, her foot tapping the hard wood floors repeatedly.
"Who was that?" She asked, pointing a manicured finger out the window where she clearly saw Ace drop me off.
"Ace." I said with a shrug, not sure what to really consider him at this moment. I don't think friend was quite it, but he did just drive me around for a long while to keep me safe while away from home.
"We have a little misunderstanding, and you go running around with some Hood!? Really Robin?"
I rolled my eyes and leaned against the archway. A misunderstanding was an understatement, but that was always her word for any of our fights, as If we just didn't understand each other. That was not the case, I understood her perfectly well, I just hated the person she became, and she can't stand that I won't follow suit.
"And you had the audacity to roll up here in that sin wagon with him!"
I nearly laughed at the phrase, A sin wagon. Though I was sure he probably did have plenty of girls in that car with him before, we did nothing of sinful sort. The idea of Ace having many pretty girls in his car did spring a rather nasty feeling in my gut though, which took me by surprise. I pushed the feelings down and the thought away; it was WAY too early to be feeling jealous about what the strange boy does and with whom.
"Mom we didn't do anything, he just drove me home, that was it." I lied a little. We didn't do anything of course, but I figured mom wouldn't appreciate it nor believe me if I told her that I was in his car alone with him for hours, just driving around.
Her eyes narrowed, unbelieving my statement regardless. She walked up to me and grabbed my face in her long thin fingers, moving it all around trying to get a good look at me. I realized she was looking for hickeys and my cheeks heated right back up.
"Mom! I'm telling the truth he didn't touch me!" I shouted, grabbing her hand and pushing it away from me.
Her eyes were still narrowed but she gave a huff and a nod, accepting my words.
"He better not of. That's the last thing I need; You are so lucky Tom is working late at the firm tonight. If he saw that..." She trailed of, either unsure of what he would have done, or just too scared of what he would do. She probably thought he would be drastic enough to leave her for my transgressions, but I doubted it.
If I did anything bad enough for him to be angry with me about ruining his reputation, he'd just kick me out and have mom disown me, but he wouldn't divorce her for it. She had nothing to worry about as far as I was concerned, she was as obedient as they get.
Her glassy far away eyes searched somewhere behind me, still reeling on the nightmare it would be if Tom ever left her, before she focused back on me. She turned her back to me straightening a chair at the table.
"Go to bed, there will be no dinner for you tonight." She said, keeping her back to me, clearly avoiding to face me now.
"Fine, I wasn't hungry anyway." I said calmly, before immediately turning to the stairs. As if in protest my stomach growled, but I ignored it as I rushed to my little sanctuary. I was glad it at least waited till I was out of earshot of my mom; I really didn't want to give her the satisfaction of a win.
Once in my room I kicked off my shoes and changed into something more comfortable for bed. I then got situated under my covers and grabbed one of my pillows to hug to my chest. My stomach garbled once more as I laid there in the dark.
"Quiet you." I whispered to myself, as if my tummy was sentient and would listen to me. I rolled to my side and curled up, still holding the pillow to my chest. I thought about everything that happened today, how school went, how the students in school treated me, how the girls at lunch talked to me, and how my mom brushed all my frustrations off as if they were nothing.
I was stewing in a foul mood once more, but then thoughts of Ace came in. It started off pretty rocky, with the small scare this morning, then his constant jabs about my poor rich girl life, but he really ended up not so bad. He didn't want me walking aimlessly through town alone, so he took the liberty of keeping an eye on me.
Any other guy I was sure would have taken advantage of the situation, but he didn't. I am sure most would assume he would, but he didn't have his hands even cross the middle seat between us. I even thought he would try to put a hand on my thigh or around my shoulder to cop a feel at some point during the first 30 or so minutes of our drive.
I felt guilty that I thought so low of him, but I was pleasantly surprised that he kept to his side of the vehicle for the entire drive. Pointing out a few places on our drive to keep up conversation and distract me from my own emotional turmoil.
He never did bring up my frustrating home life either, which I appreciated. I did blow up in his car, but I don't think I would have been comfortable giving any extra details to my situation. He didn't pester me even once, and I found that endearing.
I then remembered how he stayed in his car outside my home till I made it to my front door. I am sure if I asked him about it, he'd say something crude about watching my backside as I walked away, but I did truly think he just wanted to do the right thing and make sure I was alright.
A warm feeling flooded my chest, and butterflies started to buzz around in my abdomen. I guess it was obvious to myself that I grew a tiny crush on the troublemaker. I wanted to deny it, saying it was the first day I saw him but then figured it was no use. It was just a tiny crush, those things come and go fast, it was nothing to worry about, and nothing to be ashamed of.
So what if I kind of liked the one guy that was the most helpful throughout my first rough day in this small town? It would have happened if any decently cute guy showed me the same kindness here I was sure.
My eyes grew heavy, and my body started to feel heavier by the second, ready to fall into a warm comfortable sleep.
I have been having a rough time sleeping the last few nights leading up to the move and then starting school, so I was not going to fight it off tonight. My body was in desperate need for some repair, and I was determined to finally get mine.
Thoughts started to jumble and become incoherent in my mind, so I stopped trying to think, just focusing on the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves outside my window, and allowing it to lull me to a state of unconsciousness.
