Dinner came and went without a hitch, by the time she reached her room Rayne was all but swaying on her feet. Hiding an injury was hard enough with someone as sharp as her brother, but she'd managed somehow. A moment of panic had stolen her breathe away when she remembered her boldly clothes, though it went away when she saw that the rain had washed it away. Now as she stood in her room she found herself swaying, pain radiating down her right arm in waves that had her stomach rolling.

Ignoring it as best she could she moved towards nher in suite bahroom, intent on keeping her normal routine as best she could. Once her teeth were brushed she moved towards her dresser, hands slightly shaking as she searched for pajamas to wear. The rain hadn't stopped and the constant tapping against her window was like a lullaby, but sleep wasn't her friend anymore. Once dressed comfortably Rayne checked the stitches one final time, before sitting down at her desk to begin her homework.

Losing herself in the rythmic pattern of doing whatever she had to, she felt the last bit of tension along her shoulders fade. Between one Algebra problem and the next time slipped away from her, and sleep pulled her under its depth without her even knowing. Not that it lasted long, this week alone she'd on managed eight sparadic hours within six days. 

Waking up with a jolt and a scream lodged within her throat, Rayne squeezed her eyes shut tight enough to hurt. It was the same foggy dream as always but it was morphing, slowly beginning to come into focus. Ears still echoing with muffled screams she didn't understand, Rayne pushed up from her seat and began to pace. Tired mind trying to connect the dots between what was slowly sharpening in her dream, with what happened today. Pace slowing until she was just standing in front of her window, heavy eyes focused on the water-splattered glass. With a sigh she grabbed her phone and headphones, before sitting down on her windowsill seat with blankets and pillows scattered about. With her back against a mound of pillows, Rayne settled in to greet the morning with little sleep once more. Fingers absently touching along her screen for a few moments, before the soft sound of piano notes began to play in the silence.
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