Between deaf and dead

Chapter Eleven: Restless Nights

Y/N POV:

"Stop it. I didn't do anything wrong." I look around, I am back in my old room. I smell the antiseptic, I curl into a ball placing my hands over my head. "Please stop"

I shot out of bed, looking around. I'm home, I'm at Nevermore.I looked at the clock and it was a little after 2:30 in the morning. I get out of bed and I put on my shoes and I walk out of my room closing the door behind me. I walked quietly around the halls, trying to keep myself away, I was not going to spend the rest of this night with nightmares. I turn the corner and I crash into something. I look and it was Ms Thornhill, she gives me a small smile

"Y/N what are you doing out of bed? It's late."

"I...um...well... I couldn't sleep."

"Nightmares?" I nod my head "Trust me I understand, I know my dreams aren't like yours but I understand. I still get them from what I did last year. If you wanna talk about your dreams I would be happy to listen. If not me then talk to Larissa at least." I nod my head but I stay quiet. We walked around the halls a little more before she decided to try to get some sleep. That's how I spent the next couple nights, just wandering the halls trying to stay awake. Sometimes I would crash into Marilyn and other times she would crash into me.

"Wanna sit and have some tea?" Marilyn asked and I nodded my head walking with her down to the kitchen. She puts on the water while I grab some tea and mugs, after the water boils she pours it into the glass and we sit down at the table in a comfortable silence.

"So what's going on with you? Why can't you sleep?" I ask, trying to keep the subject away from me.

"I honestly still feel guilty about what I did, and if I could change it I would." She has tears pooling in her eyes as she tries to blink them away.

"I don't think you would." I say and it looks like she has a flash of anger in her eyes. "The only reason why I say that is because you are closer with Larissa now then you were before right?" She nods her head and gives a weak smile. "Things don't always happen the way we want them to. Do I wish that I had a better childhood? Yes. Do I wish I wasn't an outcast? Yes. Do I wish that I had better parents? Definitely. But in the end I wouldn't be here, in this amazing school that feels like home. I wouldn't know you, Larissa, and Enid. And I wouldn't have the coolest girl ever as the girl i'm dating. Do I wish some things were different? Yes I do, but I wouldn't change it for the world."

"Alright now we have your therapy session."

"And that is all the time we have for today, you should really get some sleep." I say getting up to finish my tea. She shakes her head but doesn't say anything. I walk up the stairs to my room and I take off my shoes and I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. I laid in bed till the sun was starting to rise. I take my phone off the charger and I text Wednesday.

Me: Morning, wanna go for breakfast?

I take the phone and I bring it to the bathroom as I get changed and I brush my teeth and wash my face. I feel my phone vibrate and I look at it.

Willa: Sure I'll be ready in a couple minutes

Me: 👍

I put my phone in my pocket and I head out the door walking to their door and I wait. Soon enough Wednesday comes out and she smiles at me though it falters when she sees how tired I am. As we walk down to the cafeteria she links our fingers together and we silently walk.

Wednesday's POV:

As we walk silently down to the cafeteria, I think about how I can ask her how she's doing. I know she hasn't been sleeping but I can't figure out why. She doesn't seem like the happy girl she was a week ago then she is now. I want to help, I just don't know what to do. We grab our trays of food and we go to sit down.

"Trade you grapes for your banana" she says

"For you always." she smiles that smile she used to and it makes me smile.

"Wednesday can I ask you something? Well, at least officially ask."

"Sure."

"I know you don't like big gestures or being the center of attention but I was wondering if you would be my date to the Rave'N?" A big smile spread across my face.

"It would be my honor to be your date to the dance." I watch as a blush creeps on her face and I can't help but to feel a sense of warmth in me. After breakfast we walk hand in hand back to our dorms to grab our stuff. We walk in Ms. Thornhill's room, just in time for the bell we quickly sit down in our seats as she begins the lesson. About halfway through I see Y/n trying not to drift off to sleep in class. Within the next 20 minutes I watch her close her eyes for the final time as she keeps them closed, I look to Ms. Thornhill and a look of concern crosses her face. The bell rings but I make no move to get up, as everyone leaves the classroom I still stay seated.

"She has stayed up too long." I hear Ms Thornhill say.

"You knew she wasn't sleeping?"

"Both of us in the past couple days have not been sleeping well. I was kind of hoping that she would come talk to me, or Larissa or you but she hasn't. This poor girl is terrified to sleep. And I can't figure out why." Soon enough we see her bolt up and out of her chair, she has tears in her eyes and she grabs her bag and notebook and runs out of the class before I could even say anything.

"I'm going to go talk to Weems. She has to know something about what could be going on with her." Ms. Thornhill nods her head and I grab my stuff and head for Weems' office. I knock on the door and I wait for an answer.

"Come in." I walk into the room and I see Weems sitting at her desk looking at paperwork. She looks up at me and she gives me a smile but I don't return it, she frowns. "Wednesday is everything alright?"

"I need to talk to you, it's important." she nods her head

"Please have a seat and tell me what's on your mind." I place my bag down and I sit down at the chair across from her.

"It's about Y/N. I'm worried about her, she hasn't smiled in a while and she has bags under her eyes and she fell asleep in Thornhill's class this morning. She bolted out of her chair with tears in her eyes and she sprinted from the room. Do you know what could be bothering her?" she nods her head yes.

"Yes I do, and I want to tell you but it's not my story to tell. But why don't you try to talk to her and see what she says."

"It's not me right." she shakes her head no

"No, I promise it's not you."