|Owen D. Reese (owenreese) wrote in mckinley_high,|
@ 2010-12-14 21:31:00
|Entry tags:||! thread, # character: owen reese, * status: incomplete|
Who: Owen and Burt
What: Late night wanderings into the park after this post
When: December 15th, about 2:30 AM
Owen had no idea how long he had been wandering the quiet residential streets of Lima. He had left his house a little while ago, putting on his winter coat and creeping out of the house. It was cold, freezing even, and the ground was covered in snow as the rest of the world slept. His parents had no idea he was out, they were asleep
lucky them, and while Owen normally followed all the rules, he wasn't all too concerned about breaking this one. If it had been warmer and there had been less snow, he would have just meandered around the roof, but that was dangerous at the moment so he turned to the only alternative he had left.
His head pounded, the migraine getting worse as he continued to be deprived from his sleep. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had hoped that all his activities would have tired him out by now and they did, but he still couldn't sleep. With a sigh he walked on, hoping the walk would suddenly cure him of his insomnia.
No such luck, he was still stuck in this seemingly never ending phase of complete awakeness. And he hated it. He hated it so much. His sleep hadn't been this bad in a while. Sure, he slept late sometimes and got up rather early, but at least he got some sleep, now he wasn't getting any at all.
He was so tired that he had even considered getting someone to sedate him in a moment of frustration. But there was several things wrong with that. The first and most important fact being, where the hell was he going to find someone to sedate him?
He continued to listen to th soft music on his Ipod as he found himself wandering into the park.
Owen sat down on a nearby bench, not really sure what he would do next. Return home before sunrise surely, but it still didn't solve his problem