Sleepwalking (Sequel to Dreaming)

Ten

Because they took our love and they filled it up/ Filled it up with novocaine and now I'm just numb.

~Fall Out Boy: Novocaine

-Mitch's POV-

 Mitch woke up to Scott tossing and turning. Then the next thing Mitch knew, he was on the floor. Pain shot through his right shoulder blade as he collided with the coffee table. He groaned in pain and managed to sit up, his left hand rubbing his hurting shoulder blade.

 "Scott." Mitch groaned as he got to his feet. He walked towards the restless blonde and he knelt beside him.

 "Scotland, wake up." Mitch gently shoved Scott's shoulder.

 Scott tossed his head from side to side as he breathed in short pants. Then all of a sudden he bolted upright into a sitting position and looked around the room with his frantic blue eyes. He then griped his side and closed his eyes tightly, trying to breathe through the pain.

 "Scott its okay, here lay back down." Mitch lowered him gently back against the pillow.

 He ran his hand through the blonde's hair and gave him a gentle smile. Scot gave him a small smile back as he opened his eyes and Mitch met his bright blue eyes. Mitch got up and sat down next to scott's torso and gripped his hand.

 "Would you like to tell me what your dream was about?" Mitch asked as he rubbed little circles on Scott's hand with his thumb.

 Scott sighed, "It was just a flashback to the car accident, that's all."

 Mitch nodded, " Okay, well it was just a dream and you are perfectly safe.: Mitch smiled at Scott.

Then he let go of Scott's hand and sprang to his feet, "Would you like some lunch?"

 Scott chuckled and nodded, "A sandwich please?"

 "One sandwich with a side of chips coming right up." Mitch capped his hands together and walked into the kitchen.

 He grabbed two pieces of bread from the bread box and the turkey and ham from the fridge. Then he walked back to the counter and prepared Scott's sandwich. Then he opened the cabinet and got out a big bag of Doritos and took a handful of the chips from the bag and placed it onto the plate. He rolled the bag back up, sticking the clip on it to keep it from opening and he placed them back into the cabinet.

 After he cleaned up his mess, he grabbed the plate off of the counter and went back into the living room. He handed the plate to Scott and Scott took it with a smile.

 "Thank you." Scott said as he scooted himself into somewhat a sitting position.

 "Your welcome." Mitch smiled back at him as he sat back into the chair and turned on the television.

 He flipped through the channels until Scott yelled at him, Keep this show on or else you will die."

 Mitch chuckled and kept on Spongebob. He sat the remote back down on the coffee table and leaned back into the chair. Every few minutes he looked back at Scott just to make sure he was okay and he would turn his attention back to the television.

 Then as the episode ended, Mitch looked back at Scott who was on his phone. From Mitch's angle it looked like he was scrolling through Instagram. Then he watched as Scott took a selfie and he posted it on Instagram. Mitch smirked and opened his phone and scrolled through Twitter.

 All he saw on his newsfeed were posts of him and Scott, the rest of the band, and about Scott's accident. Everyone was saying how Scott should've died in the accident and that Mitch should kill himself for what he did to Pentatonix. After seeing two more of various nasty and hate comments, he locked his phone and threw it onto the coffee table. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Scott jump at the loud clunk of the phone hitting the table.

 Mitch got up abruptly and walked by Scott. He felt Scott's hand reach out and grasp his wrist. He screamed lightly in pain, and the he quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late. Scott grasped his arm with his other hand, and pulled Mitch down so that mitch was kneeling on the ground but his arm was across his chest.

 Mitch tried to pull his arm away from Scott's steel grip but he couldn't.

 "Scott no don't.... Scott please, please let me go!" Mitch screamed in protest, but the baritone didn't loosen his grip on his arm.

 "No mitch, the last two time that I grabbed your wrists you have winced in pain. The might be something wrong with them, just let me take a look." Scott said as he gripped the end of Mitch's sleeve and started to slowly pull it upward.

 "No Scott! They are fine, leave me be!" mitch struggled, but it was no use.

 Scott lifted the sleeve and there they were, the two red slits on his wrist. Mitch slowly met Scott's shocked expression. Mitch pulled his arm away and got to his feet, pulling his sleeve down and crossing his arms, wincing a little bit as the rough scabbed slits rubbed against the sweatshirt. He met Scott who was staring at him with his mouth wide opened, and he saw tears well up in his blue eyes.  

 He looked away from Scott, turning around and picking his phone from the table. Then without a word Mitch walked around the coffee table, avoiding Scott and he walked upstairs to his room.

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Hey everyone!!! yes I'm back now  and i'm sorry if this chapter is short  lol. OMG I saw Pitch Perfect 2 and it was amazing!!! I literally screamed when Pentatonix were on the screen and everyone looked at me like I was crazy xD. Anyway that's all I reall have to say.

 

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~Wolfy