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I want to wake up, but I feel as if I’m not able to. Wake up……you have to wake up. I want to wake up, but I don’t feel I have the energy to do so. I’m so tired. I feel like I haven’t slept in ages. Wake up! Something is missing! The voice is echoing in my head, and I’m starting to think that I will never be able to wake up.

My neck aches as a searing wave of pain passes through it, and everything goes black. I jolt awake in bed again, launched into consciousness by the pain I felt. It quickly fades, and I realize I am once again in my childhood room. The bed looks bigger, though. Slipping out of bed, I soft pad over to the mirror and stare at my reflection. I look even younger than I did when I woke up previously. There is a calendar stuck to the wall above my desk, a habit I stopped years ago. I check the date and discover that I am not turning twelve today, like I thought, but eleven. This is weird. I have never grown younger in nightmares before this. Perhaps it has something to do with the curse.

(36) XXXVI: Heartfelt Twinges on his leg was the thing that had awoken Lachlan. All he saw was a small room when he opened his eyes. He rose from the bed and checked his leg. A bandage was secured around the wound. “Finally you are awake, Alpha,” greeted by an old woman on her mid-fifties. She is carrying a bowl with water in it. “Who are you? How did I get here? Why did you call me Alpha?” His continuous queries rendered the old woman a smile on her face.

NATE "Wake up, lazy bones." My eyes were heavy, but I forced them open, my lips curving into a smile at the same time. There was no way I could be grumpy when the sweetest girl in the world was rousing me. "What time is it?" Old habits die hard. Schedules didn't mean anything to me anymore, not when there was nowhere I had to be, but still, I felt that letting go of the idea of time was relinquishing one more hold on life.

Ah— ahhhhhhh now I get it. Shit… why must this happen to me. First that damn old man then next this shit…. I really don't know what to do… how am I still alive… after all those times? Whaaaaiii~ [Hewoo, You currently have ninety five harto to at the moment, would you like to use ten of it to answer your question?] Wai? Ah… did I call you? Remembering how I asked why.. It makes me somehow laugh on my mind how the system thought of how I was calling wai.

I managed to pick up before the call skipped to voice mail, feeling I wanted to keep sleeping another year, because the previous estimate of weeks wouldn’t be nearly enough to be back in shape to stand on my own feet. “Tell me you’re okay with some carbos.” How could he sound so frigging awake and sharp? He’d been up all night like me and he was twelve years older! I tried to reply and could only grunt, making him chuckle. “If you think you can get downstairs without tripping and breaking your back, you can join me for the best pepperoni pizza in town.”

MIA W hen I wake up alone for the fourth night in a row, I can’t pretend I don’t know it anymore. I guess some people in the world can sleep solidly. They get into bed, they close their eyes, they fall asleep, and they don’t wake up again until their alarm goes off. Or, even weirder, they get up on their own. Psychos.

I may look older but I can still rock someone's world and have them act crazy on me like a toddler who lost their toys. "Where are you going?" Waen inquired while eating her breakfast. She's maybe surprised by the fact that I woke up early cause it's still pass 6 in the morning and this is not the usual time where I usually wake up back then, but it's ten years ago and just as I say this is the 2.0 version of me. "Oh! You don't know? It's time to reclaim what is mine." Surprisingly the spoon slide off her hands upon hearing my creepy narrative.

And you should laugh when someone older than you cracks a joke. Me Yeah, one week old. Such a long time. Joey Hey, one week is a lot of time. And it doesn't change the fact that I'm the older one. Me Yeah, whatever. Goodnight. I hope your plane crashes only for you to survive with an itch all over your body. Joey Ouch, that hurt! But your wish won't be fulfilled. Goodnight Apple pie;) Great, just great now there would be Joey too to drill holes into my Brain. How can one sleep in such a situation? Tips, please. __

I said tightly. “Well, where is she? Call her. Tell her I’m awake. She’ll want to—” “She’s gone, Grandma.” The old woman went still. I sat up straighter. I had rehearsed this, in the car and in the shower and in the dark of my bedroom at three in the morning when I couldn’t sleep—I had built the sentences and I had lined them up and I had told myself that when the moment came, I would deliver them cleanly, and she would understand.