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Authors: Stephanie Hudson
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It wasn’t any better when I finally dragged myself to the toilet and looked in the mirror.
“Well at least I didn’t lose all of the article.” I said rolling my eyes on seeing a large section of the print inked and transferred to my face where I had slept on it. I was glad when Frank and Libby brought the baby back so that I could find some normality again to my days.
I tried not to follow the story after that and last I heard it had been declared an animal attack by the coroner and the investigation was dropped. This didn’t put me at ease in the slightest or make me want to go on any forest walking days out anytime soon. Even after weeks later and still no sightings of the biker booted man, it wasn’t enough to get me into those woods.
So , with that, I spent my time locked away most days in the house when not at college and kind of became a hermit version of myself. It wasn’t that I had lost my backbone all of a sudden, but considering all my supernatural chums had up and left me to handle things on my own, I wasn’t sure how I would have done this when faced with another supernatural threat.
The other down side to this was that the longer I went without seeing any of my ol d life, the more withdrawn I became. I would try and think of plans in my quest to rescue Draven, but I kept falling back to a point where all ideas fell back to one question…where to start?
I woke weeks later to the sight of the same old hollow eyes that looked back at me every morning. It was as if you could actually see the missing pieces of me that left only the shell to function… And function I had to. So, with that in mind, I did as I usually did and got ready for a day I couldn’t wait to see the back of.
“Morning .” I said to Libby and she looked at me with tired blood shot eyes.
“Is it morning? I can no longer tell .” She said in a hopeless tone I tried not to match.
“Don’t worry, I will take the next night shift, so you guys can get some sleep .” At this she found the energy to get up and hug me, putting some much needed hope in her eyes.
The new love of my life wasn’t big on sleeping through the nights but that was just fine by me , as I didn’t sleep so well myself these days. Ever since I was left alone I wouldn’t do so well and having little baby Ella with me soothed the ache in my soul like no other could. She was the reason I kept myself going, the reason I didn’t fake my smiles when I looked down at her precious face and the only reason I was still living in a place that reminded me of the only man I could ever love, at every turn.
I got up after clicking the ket tle on ready for my daily fix of Tetley, when I heard a knock on the door.
“Who would it be at this time in the morning?” Libby snapped in her obviously deprived sleep mode. I smiled at her, giving her an ‘I understand’ pat on her shoulder as I passed to find who exactly it was.
“Coming .” I said after nearly tripping up on a bag of nappies that was now half spread across the floor thanks to my foot.
I finally made it and was still trying to push the knotted hairs that had escaped my plait back from my face as I opened the door. I was taken aback by the sight of a messenger all dressed in black and complete with flat cap to match. What the other startling thing was, that the boy must have been no more than twelve and was sat on a very old fashioned bike that should have been in an antique store.
I frowned before I managed to smile at the lad.
“Uhh…Hello.” I said wondering why the kid was just staring at me.
“You’ve only just got up…I can tell ‘cause your hair’s a mess.” He said with a slight accent I couldn’t place. Ok, so now I was frowning again.
“Umm…yeah, cheers for that .” I replied sarcastically.
“I’m just saying, ‘cause the misses said you’d be pretty and all but I’m a guessin’ shit hasn’t been that shiny lately.” He said and I think
It wasn’t any better when I finally dragged myself to the toilet and looked in the mirror.
“Well at least I didn’t lose all of the article.” I said rolling my eyes on seeing a large section of the print inked and transferred to my face where I had slept on it. I was glad when Frank and Libby brought the baby back so that I could find some normality again to my days.
I tried not to follow the story after that and last I heard it had been declared an animal attack by the coroner and the investigation was dropped. This didn’t put me at ease in the slightest or make me want to go on any forest walking days out anytime soon. Even after weeks later and still no sightings of the biker booted man, it wasn’t enough to get me into those woods.
So , with that, I spent my time locked away most days in the house when not at college and kind of became a hermit version of myself. It wasn’t that I had lost my backbone all of a sudden, but considering all my supernatural chums had up and left me to handle things on my own, I wasn’t sure how I would have done this when faced with another supernatural threat.
The other down side to this was that the longer I went without seeing any of my ol d life, the more withdrawn I became. I would try and think of plans in my quest to rescue Draven, but I kept falling back to a point where all ideas fell back to one question…where to start?
I woke weeks later to the sight of the same old hollow eyes that looked back at me every morning. It was as if you could actually see the missing pieces of me that left only the shell to function… And function I had to. So, with that in mind, I did as I usually did and got ready for a day I couldn’t wait to see the back of.
“Morning .” I said to Libby and she looked at me with tired blood shot eyes.
“Is it morning? I can no longer tell .” She said in a hopeless tone I tried not to match.
“Don’t worry, I will take the next night shift, so you guys can get some sleep .” At this she found the energy to get up and hug me, putting some much needed hope in her eyes.
The new love of my life wasn’t big on sleeping through the nights but that was just fine by me , as I didn’t sleep so well myself these days. Ever since I was left alone I wouldn’t do so well and having little baby Ella with me soothed the ache in my soul like no other could. She was the reason I kept myself going, the reason I didn’t fake my smiles when I looked down at her precious face and the only reason I was still living in a place that reminded me of the only man I could ever love, at every turn.
I got up after clicking the ket tle on ready for my daily fix of Tetley, when I heard a knock on the door.
“Who would it be at this time in the morning?” Libby snapped in her obviously deprived sleep mode. I smiled at her, giving her an ‘I understand’ pat on her shoulder as I passed to find who exactly it was.
“Coming .” I said after nearly tripping up on a bag of nappies that was now half spread across the floor thanks to my foot.
I finally made it and was still trying to push the knotted hairs that had escaped my plait back from my face as I opened the door. I was taken aback by the sight of a messenger all dressed in black and complete with flat cap to match. What the other startling thing was, that the boy must have been no more than twelve and was sat on a very old fashioned bike that should have been in an antique store.
I frowned before I managed to smile at the lad.
“Uhh…Hello.” I said wondering why the kid was just staring at me.
“You’ve only just got up…I can tell ‘cause your hair’s a mess.” He said with a slight accent I couldn’t place. Ok, so now I was frowning again.
“Umm…yeah, cheers for that .” I replied sarcastically.
“I’m just saying, ‘cause the misses said you’d be pretty and all but I’m a guessin’ shit hasn’t been that shiny lately.” He said and I think
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