I Just Really Wanna Be With You (A Foster the People Fanfiction)

The Foster Girl

CALLIEGH'S POV

After Caroline showed up, we just kind of sat there in silence. We were all letting the realization of this awful situation sink in. I can't believe I had just witnessed my best friends' tour bus flip over, and I was the one who found them. A few tears leaked out of my eyes as I squeezed them shut to try to block the world out.

"Hey." Sean sat down beside me and lifted my chin up to see his face.

"Hey." I smiled weakly.

"Come on, don't cry, please." Sean frowned as I looked up at him. His brown eyes searching my face as if it held the secrets to the universe.

"I'm so sorry, Sean." I whispered and dropped my head into my hands.

"Hey, it's okay, kiddo." He put his good arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I didn't say anything as I rested my head against his shoulder. "Please don't cry."

"I'm trying." I muttered my reply and wiped my face with the back of my hands.

"Come on, you need some sleep." Sean rubbed my shoulder and shook me slightly.

"I don't think I can get any." I frowned.

"Try. You need it."

"Fine. You need it too, so you sleep too." I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt Sean shifting so that the both of us were comfortable as we tried to sleep.

I laid like this for a while and stared out at the empty seats across the hall from me. This whole situation is just getting to me, hitting me hard in the face and knocking me over. But, eventually, sleep overtook me and I let myself fall asleep.

My night was rough and filled with nightmares. Yes. I'm a twenty three year old woman that still gets scared shitless by nightmares. That night, I kept dreaming that I would get into the bus too late and the guys were dead. Every time I woke up, I would just sit there with my knees pulled up to my chest and my heels resting on the edge of the seat. I would fall back asleep eventually with my arms wrapped around my legs and my chin resting on my knees. The last nightmare I had before I just stayed up was about my parents. I don't want to recall what happened because it was that bad. When I woke up from it, I shot up with cold sweat dripping down my back, making my shirt stick to me. I squeaked rather loudly as I looked down at my hands, which were still bloody because I'm an idiot and I never washed my hands.

Sean snorted and woke up. "Cal? What's wrong?"

"M-My hands... M-My parents... It's all my fault..." I stammered, my mind wasn't in the right frame.

"Hey! Hey! Look at me, kid!" He snapped his fingers in front of my face to get me to stop staring at my hands. Finally, I ripped my gaze from my bloodstained fingers and looked at him. "It's just a dream, it's not real."

"Are you sure?" I whimpered like a little kid.

"I'm one hundred percent sure. Come with me." He pulled me up with him.

"Okay." I followed him as he led me down the hall. Finally, he stopped in front of a closed door. "What's this?"

"The bathroom, go wash your hands."

"Thank you." I gave him a hug before I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands. It took a while to finally scrub the dried blood off, but when it finally washed away and I could see my pale skin again, I was relieved.

"Better?" Sean asked as I walked back out.

"Better." I shrugged.

"You okay?"