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pheonixwaves ([info]pheonixwaves) wrote in [info]halcyon_houses,
@ 2008-11-05 22:27:00

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Entry tags:ita, jillian

Week 21: Monday (Early Early)
Who: Ita and Jillian
What: A family reunion causes nightmares
When: After midnight, Monday morning
Where: Jillian's room

Fire. It was everywhere. Ita was choking on the smoke and hard as she tried, the water she pulled from the air wouldn't put it out. And the supply of water was quickly evaporating. Calling out for her parents, she made her way down the stairs. She saw them, facing two women whose features were obscured. Her father turned to say something to her, and Ita watched in horror as he went up in flames. Her mother turned to flee, to draw the women away, and Ita screamed.

She was still screaming when she woke up, soaked, in her own bed. For a while she just sat in her sopping wet jammies and bedsheets, hugging her knees to her chest and crying. Finally, she collected herself enough to change into dry clothes and towel off her hair. She couldn't stay alone in her room. It was too scary.

Shaking slightly, she made her way down the halls to the Jillian's room. Knocking lightly, she waited anxiously. She didn't want to ruin her friend's sleep, but she needed to be near someone right now. When the door finally opened, the blond asked pathetically, "Can I sleep in your room tonight? Please?" Tears were still welled up in her eyes, her hands were shaking slightly, and her hair was still damp. She looked as pathetic as she sounded.



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