My instinct made me step out of the shock and help the person.
I grabbed the nearest coat I saw and opened the door.
The strong cold air hit me strongly and pushed me back inside. Struggling, I went outside and found the figure. It didn't move.
It was heavier than I thought, and I was also a lot less strong than what I had expected. Its arm fell free on my shoulder, and only then I got a chance to look at his face. Luke.
I sighed and walked slowly to my house. I sit him on the couch and covered him with loads blankets. Just in case, I checked he was breathing. He was.
It was too much stress.
I used the rug as a bed and rested my eyes, unintentionally falling asleep.
The darkness of my dreams was s nice place. No hurries. No worries.
I dreamed of my brother, and asked myself why had I been thinking about him so much.
Then his figure transformed into my mother.
-Stop asking stupid questions, that's common sense you idiot!!
I could see her, I wanted to kick her. I couldn't, eventhough I tried with all my heart to shut her mouth up.
-Jasey -someone whispered.
-Jaseyy
I abruptly wake up, eyes shoot open.
-Hey Jasey sorry if I scared you.
My hand was gripping Luke's bicep tightly and I took it away.
-Sorry
-It's okay. Bad dream?
-Uh...
-Could you explain me how did I end up here?
(Heyy sorry short one but I love suspense)
