Insane or Disturbed
Part One
It wasn't a dream. Thats what I had to remember. Thats what he told me to remember.
"I love you. And I promise you, everything will be okay. I'll be here for you." His wet eyes stared into mine, trying to tell me something that I couldn't quite understand. I figured I'd never understand. He was real. He was right here, holding onto me. I reached out my hand, cupping the side of his face. He was so warm, and soft, and...there.
He leaned closer to me slowly, brushing the back of his hand over my cold forehead. He closed his eyes, and I followed suit. His hand on my face was as real as anything, and so were his lips, and so was his other hand, resting lightly on my waist. I had absolutely no idea how this had happened. All I knew was that I was standing in my room, crying into his chest as he tried to soothe me.
I felt sick to my stomach, and the tears finally came. I was trembling, I remember, and he held me close. After that contact, that kiss, I layed back down, next to my sleeping friend. My angel leaned over the bed, pressing his lips to my forehead and running his fingers through my hair. He climbed over me, not making a sound, and cuddled himself next to me. His arm was around my middle, and his chin rested on my shoulder.
"What do I do if she wakes up?" I whispered, too tired to focus on his angelic feautures, but looking at him anyway. Even blurry, and unfocused, he was perfect. He pet my hair again, then hugged me close, his lips near my ear.
"She won't." He said simply, wrapping the blanket around me and kissing my cheek lightly. "Remember that I love you." he said quietly, before sitting up and scootching off of my bed silently. I nodded, already starting to fall back to sleep as he turned the doorknob, glancing back at me once more. "Remember that I care."
And he was out, locking the door behind him. And I was falling back to sleep. But it wasn't sleep. Just as I had fallen back to sleep I realized that it was morning. Or rather, afternoon. I was awake. Tears were streaming down my face. I felt feverish. And there was my friend, sleeping in almost the same position she had been when my angel had tucked me back into bed.
Everything was real. Fuck. It was actually...real.
It wasn't a dream. Thats what I had to remember. Thats what he told me to remember.
"I love you. And I promise you, everything will be okay. I'll be here for you." His wet eyes stared into mine, trying to tell me something that I couldn't quite understand. I figured I'd never understand. He was real. He was right here, holding onto me. I reached out my hand, cupping the side of his face. He was so warm, and soft, and...there.
He leaned closer to me slowly, brushing the back of his hand over my cold forehead. He closed his eyes, and I followed suit. His hand on my face was as real as anything, and so were his lips, and so was his other hand, resting lightly on my waist. I had absolutely no idea how this had happened. All I knew was that I was standing in my room, crying into his chest as he tried to soothe me.
I felt sick to my stomach, and the tears finally came. I was trembling, I remember, and he held me close. After that contact, that kiss, I layed back down, next to my sleeping friend. My angel leaned over the bed, pressing his lips to my forehead and running his fingers through my hair. He climbed over me, not making a sound, and cuddled himself next to me. His arm was around my middle, and his chin rested on my shoulder.
"What do I do if she wakes up?" I whispered, too tired to focus on his angelic feautures, but looking at him anyway. Even blurry, and unfocused, he was perfect. He pet my hair again, then hugged me close, his lips near my ear.
"She won't." He said simply, wrapping the blanket around me and kissing my cheek lightly. "Remember that I love you." he said quietly, before sitting up and scootching off of my bed silently. I nodded, already starting to fall back to sleep as he turned the doorknob, glancing back at me once more. "Remember that I care."
And he was out, locking the door behind him. And I was falling back to sleep. But it wasn't sleep. Just as I had fallen back to sleep I realized that it was morning. Or rather, afternoon. I was awake. Tears were streaming down my face. I felt feverish. And there was my friend, sleeping in almost the same position she had been when my angel had tucked me back into bed.
Everything was real. Fuck. It was actually...real.