Have you ever have one of those days where someone scares the living daylight out of you and you pass out right in front of your sister and your dog?

Then this is one of THOSE days.

Although, Sarah would be fine, right? she's pretty much dead either way, like 23 years ago. I just suppose that Sven had forgotten that. 

Whenever Sarah woke from her little "nap" she feels like shit. she curses under her breath and lay back down, hoping that Sven doesn't come checking in or she manages to fall asleep.

She woke up again but around 2 AM. she looked under the door from her bed and doesn't see any light coming from the hallway. she would always wake up at 2 AM back at her old home because the stupid old clock wouldn't stop being annoying.

It became too annoying in fact, waking up at 2 AM became a habit for her. it's not like she gets much sleep anyway. she didn't feel like shit this time she would with her head aching with pain. she wished she didn't bump her head on the head before she fell to the cold ground.

Sarah got rid of her blanket and slowly walked over to the door to open it. she peeked into the dark hallway, it felt different once it was dark. the only light there was came from windows and there was no windows in the hallway.

Of course.

Sarah walked out of her bedroom and climbed down the stairs. she searched for a sign of Demo's shadow or at least her reading since she never really slept at all. yet, she was nowhere in sight. she might have slept outside again.

Old habits die hard.

It felt like she ran into the kitchen and tried to turn on the sink quietly but it ended up making a loud splash onto the metal like sink. she turned it off the moment she turned it off. she grabbed a glass cup and held it under the tap.

Sarah turned it on and the water filled the cup until it was enough. she felt like a dead person or a zombie as somebody would say it. it was easy for her to say something like that because she's not really alive and there's no point repeating it.

"You're awake." a somebody spoke. the voice sounded young, like a young girl. Sarah turned around and turned on the kitchen light, blinding Sarah and the person who was there.

It was Soph, wearing her PJ's and in her arms was Mr. Giraffe with his classy black top-hat and bow tie. "what are doing up so early?!" Sarah whispered, standing nearby the kitchen lights. Soph didn't look like she slept at all. 

And sadly, she could see bags under the three-year-old's eyes. "go back to sleep." Sarah ordered but before she could turn off the lights and drag Soph to her bedroom, Soph decided to speak.

"I wanted milk. I didn't you would be here to get water." Soph explained as she gripped onto Mr. Giraffe. it felt like she wanted more though. Sarah sighed and grabbed the carton of milk from the fridge and got a cup.

"Does Sven and Burt know your awake this late?" Sarah asked as she poured in the milk into the cup for Soph. it was clear that she was gonna say "no." or "not really." then something will come out of her mouth like, "please don't tell them..!"

But no, all she did was shake her head "no".

"I could see bags forming under your eyes. have been sleeping at all?" Sarah's voice raised louder and she placed the milk back into the fridge. "bags?" Soph asked, tilting her head slightly to the right.

Burt talked about them before Soph was born. for some reason, his words repeated in her mind whenever she stayed up late. they were like warnings in her head if she didn't go to bed.

"Bags. they look like black pain under your eyes." Sarah handed Soph the glass of cold milk before placing her fingers on the switch. "dried black paint." Soph walked over to the counter and placed Mr. Giraffe on it so she could drink.

"Why don't you go back to bed?" Sarah asked while she was still standing near the light switch ready to turn it off and disappear into the darkness of the house. "I'm not sleepy." Soph admitted.

"Of course your not, you just woke up!" she exclaimed, taking her hand off the light switch. she might have guess she was going to be here for awhile.

"Papa been worried about you, Sari." 

"of course he was." Sarah thought. she didn't say out loud and her mouth stayed shut. "..why?" Sarah finally asked instead of repeating her harsh words. it was her fault either way. she made Sven worry like horse.

If horses could worry, that is.

"you hit your head." Soph's voice was muffled due to her milk. 

That was expected. she knew and saw Sven check on her every now and then expect now. ".. you gotta go to bed." Sarah's voice went softer and Soph stopped drinking. "I'm not sleepy!" she whined. 

"Be quiet! they might hear you!" 

Sarah had to be quickly reminded that Soph was 3, not 15 or older. Soph's glass was empty nd she was walking over to the sink,that is, until she-

fuCKIN' DROPPED IT-

The glass shattered on the floor and tiny drops of milk splattered the floor. Sarah and Soph stopped in their tracks. "opps..!" Soph's eyes widened and kept staring at the glass on the floor that used to be a cup.

There was silence.

".. Let's go upstairs.."

"But Mama and Papa-!"

"You need to go to bed."

Sarah led Soph to bed, leaving Mr. Giraffe on the kitchen counter and the broken glass shards on the floor. after all that, even Sarah couldn't sleep after that.

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It was around 6 when Burt woke up. he had probably guessed that Sven will wake up a bit later then everyone else. he stood and walked out of their room. he hugged himself while walking in the only hallway.

Burt went downstairs and walked in the kitchen. he was already looking down when he noticed the broken shards on the floor. he squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, letting his arms go. 

"Funny, I found that this morning." Demo spoke and Burt turned to face Demo's poker face. it matched with his perfectly and it explained her personality a lot. "don't do that again." Burt shut his eyes and his hands shaped into fists, like he was losing his patience.

"Well, I can't promise that. but what I can tell you is that someone dropped something here." Demo pointed to the shards. "yeah, I've noticed." Burt hugged himself again as he stared at the broken glass.

"It looks like that someone broke in." Demo laughed. Burt shook his dizziness away and glared at Demo. "CLEARLY, no one broke in. Soph just broke something." Burt huffed and stepped into the kitchen and searched for the broom.

"Wait, how do you know it's Soph?" Demo asked, still looking at the shards and decided to step in too, avoiding every single one until she reached to the counter. "Mr. Giraffe." Burt said as he still searched.

Demo scratched his neck. "who?" 

"Look to your right." 

Demo turned his head right and Mr. Giraffe was lying there like if Burt had summoned him. "isn't that the stuffed animal that you got Soph on her third birthday?" she asked, grabbing the plush from the cold counter top.

"Yes, I did." Burt pulled out the broom and a dust panel. Demo noticed Burt's movement as he swept the floor clean from glass. his hands shook as he held the broom and his guess was that he was cold.

"I assume you're cold." Demo pointed out as she glanced at Burt's trembling hands. he possibly worried that if they shake too much they might have well collapsed to the ground in bits. but it never happened.

"I'm not cold." Burt answered but he didn't make eye contact and continued sweeping the glass off into the dust panel. "yes you are. I can see them shaking. even a blind person would know." please Demo, keep them out of this!

"That doesn't matter." Burt blurted out and pretty much continued sweeping even after he dumped all the shards into the trash can. Demo walked over to Burt and stopped him from sweeping himself to death.

" Why don't you put a sweater on when you sleep?" Demo asked. "it'll make it much easier for you not to freeze in the morning." she explained.

"I'll sweat. I don't wanna sweat in the morning." Burt scoffed. "better then freezing right?" 

"Yeah, I guess." Burt sighed as he walked over to the counter to grab Mr. Giraffe, who had been listening to their conversation quietly. " did Sven stop worrying like coward?" Demo asked as Burt started to walk out with Mr. Giraffe in his hands.

"Okay, for starters, Sven isn't a coward and second, it took me awhile to get his mind off of whatever he was thinking." Burt walked to the stairs as he answered Demo's dumb-as-fuck question.

"Where are you going?" she asked, walking over to Burt . "I'm gonna give this back to it's rightful owner." he turned to face Demo's plain dark eyes. 

" Don't. I wouldn't want you to bother Soph while she is still asleep. wait until she wakes up." Demo placed his hand on Burt's cold shoulder as he spoke her little "words of wisdom".

"Maybe your right." Burt whispered under his breath and looked right at the plush Giraffe. it was a little bit better to wait.

Though, he didn't know that Soph, was awake in her bed and possibly noticing that Mr. Giraffe wasn't with her on her bed.