I wish I could say that I got up and messed around with actors backstage. I wish I could say that I watched Hamilton from the sidelined. But I can't. I fell asleep on the incredibly comfortable couch in Lin and Rory's dressing room and based on the fact that I now had a blanket on me, one of the two actors have been back here between there scenes. Probably Rory since he's only on for nine minutes. I stared around the room, at Lin's fan mail corner (there was enough for a corner), at the long line of books, at his pile of mix tapes. I probably could of gotten up, but I was too lazy, so I ended up going back to sleep.

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"Hey, Lark. Get up, time to go home."

I moaned and opened my eyes slightly. My voice was groggy, "What?"

"Let's go home," Lin said. Home? But I don't like home.

"Then can I go back to sleep?" I said groggily.

Lin laughed, "Yeah, man."

"Okay," I replied sleepily while flipping the blanket off me. Lin chuckled at my tiredness. I rubbed my eyes with the sleeve of my hoodie. Lin hand a hand on my back and helped lead me until I was conscious enough to not walk into walls. I tiredly waved and muttered 'bye' to the techies and actors left. Oak insisted on a hug and thought my tired state was adorable. We got to the stage door, where we stopped.

"There might still be fans out there, just ignore them," Lin warned. I nodded, not really paying attention. Lin opened the door and we stepped out.

I swear to God, the scream that followed almost made me piss myself. Lin laughed at my jump and I immediately blushed at the mass amount of teenage girls that saw me jump like eight feet in fright. Anything they said to me or Lin was incomprehensible as it all blended together and I was too tired and still freaking out to deal with this shit.

We made it passed the fans and headed to the nearest subway to Washington Heights. The subway, at any time is freaky, but when you're tired and its late at night it's pee yourself level. I stuck to Lin as we passed this creepy guy who stared at me. I wasn't trying to be mean or anything, but I really couldn't deal with this. My bruises were acting up behind the makeup I wore and I was anticipating to wash this gunk off. I hated makeup, it was a waste of time and money. I also believed that before I changed my appearance that I should learn to love the one I was born with and that included dying my hair, makeup, and piercings. I did have one set of ear piercings that I convinced my mom to get me when I was twelve and just moved to New York.

"Why are you so tired?," Lin asked as the train's doors closed.

I shrugged, "Dunno. Maybe my insomnia isn't too bad right now?"

"Or maybe it's because you're not as stressed anymore." I said to myself. The idea was crazy, I had only stayed with them for one night. Mom had left me Wednesday day night and it was almost Saturday. 'Mom had left me', the thought echoed throughout out my brain and shook the concrete foundations of my heart. I kept the hurt inside as I tried to figure out why. Was I not good enough? Was it my fault? Why hadn't I watched her or followed her? These thoughts weren't helping my already messed up psyche and I to my game.

Maybe the black lady across the aisle from us went to college at night and worked during the day. Maybe she had children to take care of or an I'll parent. Maybe she often had sleepless nights filled with Red Bull or coffee or both.

Perhaps the white man farther away on the right had a small child at home, a boy. Maybe he had once dreamed of being an artist but is an engineer now. Maybe he will cheat on his wife someday.

The ragged man to the far left could have possibly served our country. Perhaps he came back with nothing. Maybe he'd own a really big business one day.

Lin shook me from my daydreams. I followed him out of the train car and out of the station.

"Whose your favorite person you've met?" Lin asked trying to start a conversation. I grinned.

"Asked the man who is supplying me food and shelter," I pointed out jokingly. Lin laughed a little.

"Besides me."

I shifted slightly, "Oak gives really nice hugs."

We didn't say anything while we walked down the street to the complex. I didn't think of anything in particular on the way, it was like a foggy trance induced from sleep. The sky was beautiful tonight. The full moon's light flowed through the creaveses of the cloudy night like ichor in an immortal's veins. The lack of stars, extrodinary in their own right, solidified the moons hauntingly gothic elegance. Us turning sharply into the building drove my gaze away, but my thoughts remained as we rode up the elevator to our floor. When we got to the apartment, Lin heated up leftovers from lunch. I ate the food slowly, and rinsed out the dish.

"Thanks Lin, for everything," I said graciously.

Lin smiled and rubbed my hair, "No problem, Kid. Goodnight."

I smiled back, "Goodnight."

I went to my temporary room and changed into a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. Doubtful of any messages, I checked my silent phone for messages when I curled up into bed. I has one message:

Mom: Baby I'm home, where are you?

Word Count: 969
Finished writing at 10:28 pm
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Shorter than I hoped, but I'm basically brain dead at the moment. Very much of that shown into the chapter. I should probably work on Monday's update, but as of now I'm going to bed. I have to pick up schedule's for school next week. I'm not sure if this book will be done by the time school rolls around, I hope so, but I don't know.