Snow stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom in Georgia. He felt numb but also like he might burst into tears if he tried. He couldn't breathe. For more reasons than just the broken rib. Narcolepse had not been there. It was Phoenix and Freak. Evelyn had explained that she didn't have the time to save him, too. She had no choice but to leave him considering the circumstances. Their enemies were closing in. It was either save the three, or get them all captured and or killed. But that meant if Narcolepse had been alive... He wouldn't be anymore. He was gone. He wasn't coming back. Just like Skins. Just like Books. Just like... Roderick. He just wanted to stop. He wanted to give up and give in. Everyone just kept dying around him. He was killing everyone. It was his fault. His fault for not listening to Narcolepse and getting him left behind. His fault for not reading the signs Roderick laid out for them sooner. His fault his parents were gone. His parents, Roderick, Skins... Narcolepse. Next would be Freak and Evelyn. He snapped out of his thoughts a moment later when he heard the door open. Freak came in and laid beside Snow. He curled into the older boy's side and said,
"I can't sleep. I'm worried about him... Do you think he'll be alright?"
Snow frowned. He'd forgotten about this. How much the boy needed him. Snow was the last stable thing in his sad, messed up life.
"I don't know... But, we still have each other to count on. We have to look out for one another and keep each other safe until we can figure this whole thing out. Ok?"
"Ok..."
Snow hugged Freak a little closer, then closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.
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The Creeps (Sequel to The Weirdos)
Teen FictionNarcolepse doesn't trust the newcomer like he didn't trust Snow when he first arrived. Is it just a bad habit or is something really off about her? She might've saved Freak that one time, but that doesn't make her trustworthy, does it? Snow and Fre...
