October 26, 2018
Sleep had been bad before but it somehow had gotten worse, which she was sure shouldn’t be possible, with only three hours at most. She was becoming more irritable and more aggressive, more likely to snap at people. The nightmares which kept waking her up, plaguing her with uneasy feelings during the day, Genevieve was unable to find peace even when awake. It was becoming a horrible month and she had a bad feeling about Halloween.
She had wanted to celebrate it with Jada and Christa and now she wasn’t sure that would happen, she was not fit for partying and having fun. She’d even considered trying to get the two to come with hre to a haunted house or something similar. She wanted to really have fun this year, she had friends to enjoy it with!
Now it all seemed so far away - impossible. It was all because she couldn’t sleep. But what was worse were the new developments, she was sure at this point more was going on but didn’t care to dwell on it. Every itch she scratched, and it seemed to be happening more than normal, resulted in sores and when she itched at her scalp hair came away as well. Washing her hair had resulted in more hair loss than usual, there was always some, it was getting bad and she was scared but that was overshadowed by her bad temper right now.
It was all enough to keep her from wanting to ever leave her room, why would she want to walk out of her room? She looked like a walking sore, in her opinion, and what wasn’t a sore was off color and looking a bit greenish, but certainly pale. Already pale she looked beyond pale, like Casper himself, this was beyond unhealthy and yet she was more angry than worried and panicked. She should be though, worried and scared that is, but she wasn’t. Something else had taken hold of her since the beginning and had kept it’s hold on her, something she thought was due to the lack of sleep she was suffering from.
But as she cleaned up her bathrooms drain she cursed - more hair. “God damn it.” Throwing the hair, as violently as she could, into the trash can she had in her bathroom Genevieve headed into her room. Feet stomped on the floor as the towel clad figure yanked her dresser drawers open as she sought out some clean bed clothing - she was not going out tonight!
Grabbing her choice of bed clothing, not that she was going to bed, Genevieve made her way back to the bathroom in order to change into the clothing. Finishing drying off, trying not to look at her skin, she hurriedly pulled on her clothing. It was cute bed clothing but it was also warm, because it was getting cold out, and at the end she pulled on socks since she would no doubt be wandering the house again tonight - like she’d been doing.
“This is all such bullshit. I can’t even get some ******** sleep.” Not normal for her to talk like this but she was frustrated and irritated - angry at what she didn’t even know.
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