Void: PTX AU

Kirstie - Drowning ☆

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Kirstie's P.O.V

A whimpering sound woke me from my sleep. My eyes snapped open and I scanned the darkness looking for a source. My eyes focused on Mitch. The silohuette of his small fragile frame shaking in the darkness. I shuffled over to him, and placed his head in my lap. I stroked his hair and one of his hands reached up to grab mine. He grasped my hand as if it was a life line. I squeezed his hand back and used my remaining hand to stroke his hair.

"Poor kid. I'm so sorry." Tears filled my eyes. We now know we had been friends when we alive and little pieces of memories of emotions were coming back. I felt sorry as if this was all my fault. Mitch's face was crumpled in what looked like pain. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and tears fell down his face leaving tracks down his cheek. His breathing was frantic and he started to sob. I stroked his hair again and pulled him closer into my lap,wrapping my arms around him. He was silent for a moment and I sighed in relief. I slowly removed my hand from his and as I did so Mitch started to sob louder until eventually he was almost yelling. His eyes snapped open and he screamed. I immediately gripped his hand again and his sobbing started to slow. He knew I wasn't his Scott, but in that moment he needed someone to hold. He sat upright, moved my blonde hair from my shoulder and proceeded to bury his face in my shoulder. I rubbed circles onto his back trying to soothe him. He continued to sob and I felt my own eyes well up.

I kissed his forehead something I'd seen Scott do. Hoping the gesture would bring a sense of home or belonging. He stopped sobbing and his breathing became less panicky. He pulled away and his  chocolate brown eyes were filled with tears. He turned his  face towards mine and kissed my cheek. He was still crying but he started to mumble thanks into my ear.

"I'm sorry you had to see that Kirstie, thank you for holding me. Thank you so so much." He started to sob through his words and a few tears escaped his eyes. I wiped them away.

"It's alright kiddo. Now are you going to tell me what your nightmare was about?" He stared at me for a moment as if to see if I was trustworthy enough before reluctantly nodding. I don't blame him. I have trust issues myself especially afyer becoming void. He began in a small voice.

"I-I'm in some dark water and its cold. God is it cold. I'm alone and start to get a pain in the side of my head, like I'd been hit. I then feel myself being pulled un der the waves and I'm fighting. Fighting to breathe but dark shadow like figures keep pulling me down. My arms and legs become weak and my lungs start to burn. I keep fighting but eventually I give up. I stop fighting and I sink like a lead weight. I reach the bottom and everything is dark. I start to panick until I see a light.  It comes towards me and I try to keep my eyes open and look at it but they close and I scream. I feel myself being lifted up and suddenly I can breathe. I feel warm strong arms beneath my legs. I turn to face them and its..its" he stops for a moment as a wave of relief and love rushes over his face, "Scott. He saves me and we walk forward. Those brilliant blue eyes of his shine and he kisses me softly. I feel myself become at peace and then I wake up." He looks sadly at the floor.  I hug him close.

"He really does care you know. He loves you Mitch. We all can see you love him too." He nods and stifles a sob.

"You need to tell the others. It might help." I say softly.

He nods and I stand up, holding out my hand. He grasps it and we walk hand in hand out of the barn into the night. I could still feel him shaking and I'm not surprised.  That dream.  Everything.  The poor kid. I squeeze his hand reassuringly and I see the hint of a smile in the dark. I smile back and we continue to walk. Yes we all have nightmares.  They are works of fiction based off fears but this. This I thought was a clue. Heck I knew in my gut. This was something to help us. I knew it.