Oakley [ON HOLD]

08

Waking up my head felt foggy and throbbing, an incessant dull thump that seemed to feel more loud than my own thoughts.

Turning over I expected to find Oakley beside me from what I remember, but she wasn't there.

Did I imagine everything that happened.

Yah... I must have imagined it.

Rubbing my eyes, I peeled off the covers and sat up, trying to find even a small sign that I didn't imagine what happened last night.

My eyes zeroed in on my door, the lock was gone and splinters of wood around it were broken.

Walking over I leaned down, my head beating at the movement and looked closer.

Seems like someone broke through it.

Squeezing my eyes closed at the headache I averted my gaze and went toward the washroom, opening the cupboard and taking three pain pills.

I stumbled back toward my dresser and pulled on some old worn in black cargo pants and a dark grey hoodie, groaning and pulling the strings tight around my head, acting as though the hood would shield me from the searing headache as the hood hid my messy hair.

Sighing outwardly I slumped onto my bed and pulled on some white socks before throwing on some slippers.

I pulled open what's left of my door and walked out, a weird silence surrounding the corridor. I walked towards Oakley's door and knocked, hearing no response after a couple times.

Turning on my heels I started walking towards the studio hoping she might be there. The quite hum of string music made me smile, making me forget all about my headache as I reached the door.

The music suddenly stopped, started again and stopped with a squeaky sound. I slightly cringed at the sharp and loud sound.

Knocking on the door, a quick come in was heard before I turned the knob and walked in.

Oakley was sat on a backless stool, painfully straight although her left shoulder slanted. Her hair was tied into a loose low bun with the brown ribbon I gave her, strands falling outside the bun. She was wearing light wash jeans with a white collared shirt underneath of a large dark blue sweatshirt.

How does she look so pretty so early in the morning.

"Hey" she said quietly.

"Hey" I responded as I walked around her and sat on a piano bench.

Her eyes were stuck on the floor as her fingers played with her cello bow, avoiding my gaze.

"So uhm.. I like 90% sure this was a dream but last night did you uh.."

"Yah yah.. you were having a nightmare and I-I heard you so I tried to help. I'm sorry if I upset you or anything" she said still avoiding my gaze.

"It's no problem, thank you for helping. It was just a nightmare and from what I remember you really helped" I said rubbing the back of my neck.