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30/03/24 - What's the worst superpower your OC can have? -342 words
Laura's greatest fear, three years after watching her parents die, was silence. She laid on her back in bed and listened to world whirl around her. Her younger siblings, Jodie the room over was dreaming of grand palaces and a glass ballroom. The sleepy peace washed over Laura as it hummed and muttered incoherently. The apartment below was filled with screaming. It didn't get muffled by the floor the same way actual screaming did. Nightmare or living nightmare, Laura wondered for the nth time. She got out of bed and padded towards the door. Through the crack in the door, Laura could see Jodie turn around and bury her head deeper into her pillow. She stretched her hand towards the knob of the door. The cold metal shocking her drowsy system.
Laura's hair was ruffled by sleep. Her phone pinged, Ximena warning her that she better not be thinking of going out online. “We have a maths exam tomorrow. I won't help you if I find out you weren't sleeping. Or at least awake studying.” Her hand ungrasped the door.
Laura shot a text back, “My neighbours are fighting again. I think.”
She knows Ximena's response. It would be something along the lines of how Laura should not act wtihout knowledge. These were the kind of mistakes that got them caught, the kind of mistakes that killed them. If she strained her mind, she would hear Ximena loud and clear, able to differentiate her between the crowds of people in the city.
But Laura is tired. She wants to sleep so she can score well enough to keep her scholarship. The sleeping city makes it harder than the waking city to snooze. Straining herself and giving herself a bad headache isn't going to help.
Meditation, Laura mumbles to herself as she climbs back into her bed, lying on her back. Breathe in the for four, hold for eight, out for six. If she can clear her mind, she can trick herself into believing everyone else has too. The neighbours continue screaming below.
Laura's greatest fear, three years after watching her parents die, was silence. She laid on her back in bed and listened to world whirl around her. Her younger siblings, Jodie the room over was dreaming of grand palaces and a glass ballroom. The sleepy peace washed over Laura as it hummed and muttered incoherently. The apartment below was filled with screaming. It didn't get muffled by the floor the same way actual screaming did. Nightmare or living nightmare, Laura wondered for the nth time. She got out of bed and padded towards the door. Through the crack in the door, Laura could see Jodie turn around and bury her head deeper into her pillow. She stretched her hand towards the knob of the door. The cold metal shocking her drowsy system.
Laura's hair was ruffled by sleep. Her phone pinged, Ximena warning her that she better not be thinking of going out online. “We have a maths exam tomorrow. I won't help you if I find out you weren't sleeping. Or at least awake studying.” Her hand ungrasped the door.
Laura shot a text back, “My neighbours are fighting again. I think.”
She knows Ximena's response. It would be something along the lines of how Laura should not act wtihout knowledge. These were the kind of mistakes that got them caught, the kind of mistakes that killed them. If she strained her mind, she would hear Ximena loud and clear, able to differentiate her between the crowds of people in the city.
But Laura is tired. She wants to sleep so she can score well enough to keep her scholarship. The sleeping city makes it harder than the waking city to snooze. Straining herself and giving herself a bad headache isn't going to help.
Meditation, Laura mumbles to herself as she climbs back into her bed, lying on her back. Breathe in the for four, hold for eight, out for six. If she can clear her mind, she can trick herself into believing everyone else has too. The neighbours continue screaming below.