The Night The Clock Hit 12:07 11 Episode 10: The Candles

I can still see my character is still logged in after my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I rubbed my eyes a little and scrolled up to the chat that I missed. There was hundreds of private messages that was sent to me. Some from my best friend Spy, some from my leader Syl, and some from that stupid gorilla Hara. When the chat is pink, it indicates private messages and everything was pink.

My head started to throb so I just scanned through the messages. Majority of them were everyone asking me if I'm okay or if I'm back yet. There were the usual messages from Spy being an a.s.shole, nothing new. She logged off before I got back but she told me goodnight in her last private message.

Syl, my leader, sent me a few messages as well. He asked me some questions and what my opinions on some topics thinking that I was still her instead of away from my computer. Since I am an officer, I have to give my thoughts and opinions for certain things such as which guild we should go against, which dungeon we should raid next, or drama in the faction and how to solve the situation. I told him sorry I was away from my computer for family matters and then answered all his questions he had for me.

Hara sent me private messages but not as many as I hoped for. I know I shouldn't have hoped for him to care that I was gone for awhile but it would be nice to feel missed by him a little.

My headache starts to get worst so I scan the private messages faster. I say goodnight to everyone and log off. It's really late, I look at the clock and it reads 11:36 P.M. At Granny's flower shop, I have to get there by 7 A.M and open it up the store.

I really should be going to bed soon but I can't go without getting my daily dose of my romance fiction. It's like a routine, I have to read atleast 3 chapters a night before I go to bed or I won't sleep well. I know it sounds weird but it's very true.

It's a little too late to take a shower; I don't want to wake anyone else up, guess I'll have to wait for the morning to.

The dimmed, flickering lights from the candles in the hallway seeps through the bottom of my closed door. I blow out the candles on my nightstand and the only light visible besides the candles in the hallway is the light from my phone as I put in my 4 digit pa.s.sword to unlock the screen.

"Ugh too bright too bright!", the brightness from the phone blinds me. I hurriedly turn down the brightness and open the app to read the novel. Reading is the only thing besides gaming that I enjoy doing. It gives me the freedom to imagine myself as the main characters and go through the situations they go through. I know I will never get the opportunity to be in any of those types of conflicts or love triangles so the next best thing is to let my mind go freely when reading.

Romance novels are nice and all but horror novels are my favorite. Nothing beats the gore and blood. I also love reading about serial killers and their mindsets. What made them finally snap? What made them pick the ways to kill their victims? What happened to their family or how the family copes/coped with having a serial killer family member?

After reading the 3 chapters I promised myself that I would only read, I need more; I crave more...I shamefully slid my finger up to read the next chapter. It started getting good, how could I not read what happens next? UGH I hate cliff hangers.

That extra chapter I wasn't supposed to read turned into 5 extra chapters I wasn't supposed to read.

The main character in the novel is so dense! How could she be so oblivious and not see how much the male lead care for her. And she have terrible friends who give the worst advice. Why can't people just talk about their feelings? Is it that hard to tell someone how you feel about them? I never had the chance to fall in love. I've only ever gotten crushes on fictional characters from novels and shows.

On the top right of my phone screen, the time says 1:42 A.M. My lips lets out a long sigh as I press the little b.u.t.ton on the side of my phone to lock the screen.

Why can't my life be like the characters in the novel. How easy for them to b.u.mp into each other in the street and sparks fly like that? Maybe it's because I am trapped in this G.o.d forsaken house.

I want to escape.