The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 98: Dreams...

I'm in my bed, and after a long day, all I wanted to do was sleep. Again.
My mother sat on the side of my bed, tucking me in.
I couldn't tell where Sam was. He was nowhere to be seen again.
"Goodnight, dear." My mother says.
"Goodnight." I smile back at her.
But suddenly things get dark. The lighting changed.
There's a loud bang. My ears begin to ring. I'm dreaming.
"What was that?" I ask.
"Shh.. it'll all be okay." She reassured me.
There's another bang. There was two bangs.
"Don't cry." She says.
Why would I cry? I wouldn't cry.
"He's not okay." She says. I can't understand what's happening. The room went dark, and the only light is from a nightlight.
"Who's not okay?" I ask.
"He's not okay." She says again.
I don't get it. It's the same dream. I'm dreaming again. I can't do anything, though.
"I can't help him." She says. It's so dark, I can't even see her anymore.
"You can." She says.
The light suddenly goes back on. Sam's in bed, and my mother is still sitting beside me. She suddenly gets up to leave.
"Mama, don't go." I say. Why did I say the same thing again?
"It's okay. It'll all be okay. You're okay. Close your eyes and get some rest. You'll be okay." She says.
It's dark again. Sam's gone again.
"You can help." I hear again.
"What?" I ask.
"Fix it." I hear.
"Fix it. Fix it. Fix it." I continuously hear.
"Fix him."
...
I sit up quickly as I wake up. I had the same dream again, the one I had a few weeks ago. I knew I was dreaming when I was watching my dream play out. I couldn't control anything that was happening, though. I couldn't change it, and it was odd. Not the fact that I couldn't change it, just the dream in general.
The room was dark now, but neither Loki nor Sam where in the room. I turn around to check the time on the alarm. It makes sense that they're not in here right now, its only 8:37pm. They're probably figuring out how to turn on a tv, or something like that.

I lay my head back onto my pillow, pulling the blankets over my shoulders. I couldn't help but notice that it was darker than usual. I don't know why, it just is. And it was quiet, too. Too quiet.
I try to ignore the weird feeling I have in my gut, and close my eyes. Maybe I'd fall asleep again, maybe I wouldn't.
I wouldn't. I couldn't shake the weird feeling that someone was watching me.
I hear the door click open, but nobody walks in when I check to see who it was. When I turn back around, I see someone. I can't tell who it is in this darkness.
I pull the covers closer to my head, "Hello?" I say, as if somebody was gonna respond.
I hoped nobody would respond, but I heard footsteps. I saw the person come closer. Hell no.
I sit up quickly, pushing the blankets off of me. I rush, running out of the previously opened door.
The hallway was dark. Where is everybody? My first instinct is to find Bucky. He's the closest to me. I run through the halls, searching for his room. When I eventually find it, I knock on his door as loud as possible. But as I'm knocking, the door creaks open.
"Buck?" I ask, walking inside.
He's not here. Then where the hell is he? Where is anyone? Nobody's around. It's silent.
"You're not gonna find anybody." I hear. I turn around, my head spinning each and every way, looking for who's speaking.
"Who's there?" I ask.
I hear a silent laughter, but it's unrecognizable.
"You're in a dream." I hear the person say. Who is it? Where are they?
"I just woke up from a dream." I mutter.
"No, you did not. You thought you did, but you're still dreaming."
I look down at my hands, putting them into fists. I feel awake. I pinch my arm, but nothing happens.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask. If I'm dreaming, then why does it feel so real?
"That's not important at the moment. You'll find out soon enough.. well, not too soon," he begins. I can't tell if I'm really dreaming or not, "You've gotta stay away." He says.
"Stay away from who?" I ask. I grab a knife that, for some reason, sat on Bucky's dresser. But as soon as I grab it, it vanishes.
Dreaming. I am dreaming.
"You know exactly who. You're messing things up for him." The voice says.
"Loki?" I ask, confused.
"No, I don't care about him. Erik."
"What am I messing up?" I ask, still looking around for where the voice is coming from.
"You're making him....confused."
"How so?"
"Oh, you think it's gonna be that easy? You know how he's been acting lately. The last thing I'm going to tell you is what's happening to him."
"I'm causing it?" I question.
"Somewhat. You need to stay away from him."
"So," I start, confused, "He's not just joking around?"
"Of course not, what reason would there be for that?"
I shrug. I don't know if the person who's speaking can see me.
"Hm... I thought you'd recognize whats been happening to him. After all, it should be familiar to you."
"What does that mean?" I ask. My vision was starting to blur.
"Figure it out yourself. Just stay away from him for now." I hear.
...
Just like that, I'm in my bed again. I gasp, sitting up quickly. What if I'm still dreaming? I turn to look at the time. It's 10:56.
I turn my head, looking down. To my relief, Loki's there, sleeping peacefully. I turn again, checking to make sure Sam is here. He is.
I let out a sigh, resting my hand against my forehead. 
The dream felt so real. Every minute of it. I was in control of everything. My thoughts, my actions, and my words.
Slowly, I lay back down, resting my head on Loki's chest, pulling the blankets closer to me. As I close my eyes, I feel his arm wrap around me. I probably woke him when I woke up, or he just woke up now.
"Are you alright?" He whispers, sounding exhausted.
"I'm okay." I whisper back. It was a little lie. I'm okay, physically, but I have no idea who that was in my dream. The person who was speaking, that is. I couldn't even see them, but now it's a whole other problem. Whoever that was, it could be somebody that's working with Erik or someone even worse.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"It was just a dream, I'll be okay." I answer. I could tell him about the dream in the morning. I need to get my mind off of what just happened. I don't know whether to believe the dream or not. I mean, obviously it was more than a dream, but how can I be causing this to happen to Erik? Why should I recognize what's happening to him, and why should it be familiar to me?
"About Erik?" Loki asks.
"Yeah." I sigh, quietly.
"What was it about?"
I shake my head, "I don't want to talk about it right now, I just want some sleep."
He nods, wrapping both arms around me, pulling myself closer to him.
"Tell me about it in the morning." He whispers, closing his eyes again.

I couldn't stop thinking about what just happened, but I'll fall back to sleep eventually. I could worry about it in the morning. I'm safe. Erik's locked up, and he's not getting out. Not anytime soon. Not ever. He shouldn't be able to escape. Someone's always watching him. I could rest. Plus, I've got Sam, Bucky, and Loki near by. If anything happens, I could wake them up. I'll be fine.

Yeah, really sorry this is a very short chapter. I haven't had any time to write, and I'm still trying to think of ideas of what's going to happen next. I promise next chapter will make up for it. It'll be much longer. Promise.