Elyssa Raine
I thought sleep would come easily after I was assured that Agatha was in a stable condition but it didn't. I couldn't stop thinking about his cold, detached behavior earlier.
Is he bipolar or something?
How come in one moment, he's warm and in the next, he's not.
When I had eventually fallen asleep, the alarm on the nightstand rang with a ' shringgggg' that jolt me awake and now, I can't even find the urge to sleep again.
I got off the bed, rubbing my eyes. It felt swollen under my hand and I had no doubt it looked as tired and horrible I felt. I strode into the bathroom, stopping at large horizontal mirror that reflected my tired reflection back to me.
My green eyes looked dead and my hair was in a frenzied mess— the result of me running my fingers through it countless times during the night.
I twisted the faucet on and splashed cold water over my face, hoping it would shock some life back into me. It didn't.
