TITLE: Waking the Sleeping Giant
GENRE: MG Dystopian/Magic Realism
It was always the hardest time of the day - those last few lingering moments before sleep arrived. Those moments when thoughts and memories ricocheted randomly around inside her head and Casey Maye could do nothing to stop them.
“A good night’s sleep is all I need,” Casey Maye murmured as she lay in the darkness. She carefully placed her hands atop chest and forced her eyes to stay closed. “Tomorrow, I will wake up and it will all be gone.”
All the memories. All the troubles. All the thoughts.
“Sleep, sleep, sleep,” she willed it to take over.
There’s something not right about you.
Stacey’s words from earlier that day echoed within Casey Maye’s head.
Casey Maye never knew how to respond to Stacey’s taunts. It wasn’t her taunting that bothered Casey Maye so much, as she feared Stacey could be right.
One of these days, you’ll Disappear.
There’s something not right with you.
Casey Maye slid one of her bandaged hands under the straw mattress of her cot. She winced, but kept her eyes shut tight. Her hands were still sore even after her mother had applied the soothing balm. The tips of her fingers grazed the edge of her book, a loosely bound collection of her pictures. Drawing was not necessarily against the Rules, but she had to be safe. And she always made sure to burn the ones…the ones that weren’t quite…right. She wasn’t sure what would happen if…