Marlowe slept restlessly. She had been up twice, once she had tried playing Bioshock, only to fall asleep with the controller in her hands. She had dreams that had seemed to be segmented memories broken by spells of consciousness, as if she was reliving things that had happened before, but in the mentality that she had now. Schad was there, and the two were out in the woods beating each other with sticks and playing "war" with the boys on the street, throwing things at each other. She'd wake up in a cold sweat, her TV still casting a dim glow on the room, the game screening back to duller colors from the controller going idle. She rubbed her face and looked over to the clock, realizing she was back to her life, and not a dream. Schad was dead, and long before her death, their friendship had fractured. It was 4:43am. She closed her eyes and sighed, laying on the bed, reflecting. Although she had thoroughly meant what she said about her dad ignoring her, she felt like crap again for throwing his phone out the window. She sat up on her bed and buried her face in her hands, sitting in the dim glow of the TV. The dreams had only reminded her of how perfect things were back then when there were less things to worry about.
She felt tears rising, but fought back the urge to cry. Depression was an ugly thing, and despite the fact that Schad had passed, her tears weren't for her former friend, they were more or less at her realization of how alone she truly was. Her friends had all stabbed her in the back one way or another over the years, including Schadenfreude, who had pushed her aside when she fell in love for the first time. Marlowe undressed recounting the many arguments that had happened between Schad and her, always instigated by Schad's boyfriend, and in the end, Schad chose him over Marlowe, only to find that he had cheated on her with several other high school girls. That one thing had sparked fist fights, and before she knew it, Schad had been kicked out of another school and had to move. Again, Marlowe sighed, and stepped into the bathroom, throwing a towel over the shower curtain for herself. It was 5:03am by the time she turned the shower on, and she felt as if this was going to be one hell of a day.