Dawn Turner
Sleep.
Sleep is underrated.
Everyone always talks about how fun staying up late is and how night time is the best time to have fun.
I understand this but hear me out; have you ever been so sleep deprived for days, almost on the verge of breaking down with how exhausted you were both mentally and physically, and then had one long and good night of sleep?
It’s like watching a sad movie for 2 hours while building up sadness and anxiety in you and then witnessing a happy ending that takes all the sadness away. It’s freeing.
After the whole slaying my demon fiasco last night, I slept like a bear on hibernation. I doubt I would’ve woken up at all today if it weren’t for my annoying guardian angel who I actually can’t be mad at since his job is to protect me.
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Dawn TurnerDay by day, I found myself getting even more attached to Zach.He might be very dramatic and immature but I learned to love that about him. I think I'd rather have him as my guardian angel than someone else who's probably way more boring.I'll never tell him that though, he'd never let me hear the end of it.Zach and I have been hanging out pretty much every day. He comes over to my house, we watch a new Disney movie, and then he opens up random conversations and gives me the confidence to face a certain someone.If I'm being honest, I feel like there's absolutely no way for us to defeat Alexander. I'm not sure the two of us would be enough to handle him at all. I think Zach is aware of that too but still he comes over every day and gives me hope that we can defeat him one day and I appreciate it a lot.Don't get me wrong, I'm still te
Dawn TurnerI don’t feel bad for Alexander.Not in the slightest.I don't care if that makes me rude or a bad person or whatever. I acknowledge that I was wrong about that one particular accident at the gallery yesterday but that doesn't make Alexander any less of a monster.I know he thinks what I was the one that started the whole fight between us when I hit him first at the convenience store but what else would you have done if a 6 foot tall fallen angel appeared right in front of you and killed 3 men, granted they were criminals, with the flick of his fingers?I was certainly not going to kiss his hands and thank him.For God's sake, I was terrified.Not to mention, what happened that day at the convenience store was not an excuse for him to be following me around for all this time, basically terrorizin
Dawn Turner“You fucking monster. What did you do to him?” I yelled at Alexander as I pushed him away from Zach’s unconscious body.A wave of fury crashed through me when I saw Zach in that condition and I instantly forgot all about being so close to dying just a few seconds ago.Zach was lying on the floor, slightly grimacing in pain. He seemed to be struggling for air as his eyes were tightly shut and his breathing was heavy. It was very cold in the tunnel but his skin looked like it was burning and I could feel the heat leaving his body.I’ve never been stabbed before so I can’t tell exactly how painful it is but after seeing the way Zach was struggling, I don’t think I ever want to know.His face was drenched in sweat, going all the way down to his neck. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to get up but I quickly p
Dawn Turner It was one Sunday morning. The sun was smiling, the birds were chirping, and the appliance store was being robbed. Hold on. I directly got to thatpoint, didn't I? Let’s take several steps backwards and try to make sense of todays accident. I go by Dawn Turner. Some people say I’m incredibly cursed, others say I‘m an absolute idiot and all the bad things that happened to me were completely my doing. It all really comes down to how colorful your vocabulary is, I guess. I woke up one Sunday morning, horribly thinking, I want some scrambled eggs. You might ask, what's so horrible about scrambled eggs? The answer is: nothing. What’s wrong is thegirlthat is scrambling those eggs. Clumsiness is a thing that consumes a person naturally. The thing about clumsiness, however, it has an
Dawn TurnerI woke up with a throbbing headache.The second I opened my eyes, I felt a sharp ache making itself guest in my head. It was as though my skull was about to crack open at the intensity of it. I moved carefully in bed because it pained me so much to even breathe. The room felt darker than usual, the atmosphere even darker. I stole a glance at the clock on my nightstand and my jaw dropped when I read '9:12pm'. There is no way it’s night time already. And how the hell did I end up in bed?I brought my hands to my side, slowly sitting up in bed. My brain was shutting down any attempts of me making sense of the strange dream I had. I don't think I have ever experienced a dream so vivid about a creature like that in my life. Despite waking up a few minutes ago, my heart still felt heavy and a frown remained stamped on my face. Today is not my day.After a f
Dawn TurnerMy eyes fluttered and it was a struggle to keep them opened. Light seared in through the curtains, forcing my eyes shut from the fear of going blind. "She's waking up." I heard someone say. I wasn't able to recognize who the voice belonged to. My memory seems to be toying with me because the last thing I remember is waking up in my bedroom, feeling uneasy. After that? Nothing. Blankness.When my eyes finally managed to open, with difficulty, I noticed that I was in the hospital. My mom rushed to my side, tears in her eyes. "I was so worried about you." Her voice was shaking. She grabbed my hand as she sobbed and I couldn't hide how confused I was."What happened?" My voice came out quivering, my breath ragged. I was thirsty but I didn't comment on that because I needed answers first."I wanted to check in on you yesterday. When I entered your apartment with
Dawn Turner"Good morning, is this Dawn Turner speaking?" A voice asked through the speakers of my phone."Yes, this is her-- Me. I mean me." I laughed nervously."This is Carol Jensen. I'm the owner of the art gallery 'Funzel'. You submitted your resume a week ago, is that correct?" She asked. She seemed to have a kind voice which helped calm my nerves a bit."Yes it is. I'm in desperate need for a job and I love art so I really hope I can get an interview with you."
Dawn Turner"Are you crazy? Get out of here!" I yelled and tried to cover myself with the short dress I picked up. I'd be lying if I said that dress made any difference."Oh please don’t flatter yourself like that. I couldn’t care less about whatever you have going on down there." He said, staring straight into my eyes. My jaw dropped in disbelief. How did he manage to turn this around on me?And even if he's just staring at my face, it's still creepy to walk in on someone while they’re getting dressed.If only I had a pan right now..."Not that this makes things any less creepy but, moving on. Would you mind letting me get dressed first before you kill me in whichever kind way you please?" I gave him the nicest smile I could master.He raised his brows at me. "You don't seem to be afraid of me anymore. Did smacking