The pouring rain, the dark sky... they all begged me to go to sleep. Usually, I would fall asleep under conditions like these. But, for some reason, I felt more active than ever, jumpy, even.
Drip, drip, drip,went the small leak on the roof. The girls around me continued to snore. This boarding school had been what my parents thought was best for me, and so far I'd agreed. But now... I'd never felt so uneasy, living here.
Drip, drip, drip,the leak wouldn't stop. My eyes were fully adjusted to the dark. My pale skin stood out in the shadows. I could vaguely make out the shapes of the other girls sleeping. I tossed and turned, careful not to make any noise and wake anybody up.
I pressed my thumb against the small engraved locket I wore, as if trying to leave my name, Pixie, imprinted on my finger. I felt as if I were being watched...
My brown eyes started to shut as I fell asleep. Whatever dreams I had that night were nothing but peaceful, that was for sure. However, by morning, all my memories of them had been erased.
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This chapter is a little weaker than the one before, mainly because Silas is quite different from Pixie. At the same time, it's obvious that he's distraught about having found his best friend murdered. Still, here it could have helped to have known how he died, where it occurred, how the others feel
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