"We didn't make it," Norman stated. The lie was so fake you internally cringed. 'What the hell happened?' Emma didn't even make eye contact. They soon went upstairs. You glanced at Ray, who had an unreadable expression.
You sighed and went upstairs, Ray following you. You split ways and went inside the bedroom to find Emma and Norman awake in bed. You thought that maybe mom caught them or Conny's foster parents said some cruel things to them. You shrugged it off and got into bed.
You heard Norman's bed creak as he walked over to Emma's bed. You couldn't make out their whispers. You thought you heard whimpers. Was Emma crying? 'What the hell happened?!' You decided to confront the duo in the morning as you were too tired to move.
You stared at the clock while Emma fell asleep. 'Ugh... not again... can't I just get one full night of rest?!' You taking a while to fall asleep at night happened quite often. Ever since you turned 4, you would take a minimum of 30 minutes trying to sleep.
So, to pass the time, you decided to head to the library. You walked past a sleeping Emma with red puffy eyes. 'hmm... so she was crying. I'll have to ask her about it later on.' You look at the clock. '12:33 in the morning'
After walking out, you stopped when you heard footsteps behind you. "You know you're not allowed at the gate," the voice spoke.
You turned around to find mama in her sleepwear eyeing you down. "It wasn't me! It was Emma and Norman. They wanted to return Little Bunny. I had nothing to do with it, I swear! I was cleaning upstairs, and I only noticed they left once they arrived at the gate," you explained in a whisper, trying to avoid punishment.
She looked at you for a second before blinking. She apologized for jumping to conclusions and asked you what you were doing up so late. "Oh, I couldn't sleep. Not because of a nightmare or anything. I was going to the library to read some books to get me sleepy again."
"Hmm.. alright then, I'll allow it. Don't stay up too late, or you'll get extra chores in the morning."
You silently chuckled and thanked her while finishing your journey to the library. You picked a new [F/G] book and began to read. You climbed up to the loft and wrapped yourself with blankets and pillows. Reading was a nice occasional hobby.
As you were getting set, you didn't notice when a second entity walked in and began to climb the ladder. You looked up to find Ray coming to join you.
"Ray?" you whispered. " What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I couldn't sleep. Just didn't feel tired anymore."
"Same. I saw you talking to mama and followed you here. I hope you don't mind."
"No, of course not," you said. You opened your blanket, signaling to come. Ray smiled and laid next to you, using your arm as a pillow. You threw the blanket around both of you, picking up your book.
You didn't understand why Ray was different. You loved your family and always wished the best for them, but it was different with Ray. You couldn't help but smile whenever he made eye contact with you or put his hand on your shoulder. Then again, you had a special bond with him ever since you could remember. And that's saying something.
You closed your eyes and finally fell asleep. But that didn't last long when you woke up again. You turned your head to look at the clock on the wall. '5:52 a.m.' 'Ugh,' you glared at the clock, mad at it for some reason. 'Stupid clock.'
You sigh, looking to where Ray was supposed to be, only to find him not there anymore. You shrugged it off, thinking he went back to bed. You decided to do the same so that Emma wouldn't worry about your whereabouts when she woke up.
As you lay in bed, waiting for the chime of the clock, you couldn't help but ponder a topic that frequently crossed your mind. 'Why is life so perfect here? Why? Why are all of our clothes white? Why do we have uniforms and not regular clothing? Why is mom always so happy all the time? It's like she some perfect robot. Why not make life more realistic? You're supposed to be preparing us for the real world, so why make our lives perfect if that's not how life is out there?" You shrugged off the thought and before you knew it Emma was already up and ready, although missing a sense of enthusiasm she usually had.
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(1281 Words)
The picture is you staring at the clock. Also, I love Kenma
A/N: SHORT CHAPTER, SUPER SORRY ANYWAYS BYE
Thanks for reading,
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