In other dimensions Savannah would not be dealing with depression. Savannah wouldn't be planning to kill herself at the end of next month. In other dimensions Savannah wouldn't have met Charlie.
In other dimensions Charlie would be trying to talk t...
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SAVANNAH
THE INSTINCTS FOR MY survival had lessened, when in high school my body still managed to take care of itself, now in college my body sleeps along with my mind.
It's paralysed as my mind reels in thought after thought, confusing thought observing for thought obsession.
I look towards Cain as he flips through his book and with the pencil in his mouth types something in his computer.
I can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday. I can't remember if I changed the water in the bottle near my bed.
Small spots of black show up in my vision but I blink them away.
"Dorian Gray, we think asshole or pathetic?" Cain shoots a look over his screen and I shrug. "Come on, you need to have some thoughts about him, help me."
His whine makes me sigh and I bite my cheek. "Couldn't get through the book."
Even speaking made me breathe heavy. Constant exhaustion has captured my body and I ache to fall into bed and sleep, until my body decays beneath the blankets.
"What's the deal with you and Evans?"
This makes me cough as I shake my head, "There's nothing going on."
"There must be something going on if he's heading straight for you right now." His eyes bore over my shoulder and I curse in my head all the gods that caused me to be so vulnerable in front of Charlie.
"We've talked a total of two times. I don't know anything." I don't mention the fact that Charlie bombarded my phone for the whole night, not letting me sleep or even breathe without a ding coming from my phone.
I didn't answer, I just let him mull over the fact that some people sleep earlier than others. Even though I still couldn't fall asleep even if he wasn't messaging me.
"Hey!" He pulled back a chair and settled next to me. I glanced at him and sighed.
Cain seemed to get the hint and smiled at me. "So, Sav is no help at all, so maybe you'll be."
"Sav—" He raised one dark eyebrow, his green eyes pointed at me. "Uhh, what do you need?"
Cain licked his lips and pushed forward his notes from his English Literature class. I looked over the drawings on the side and found myself entranced with all the lines and shading.
"Dorian Gray, asshole or just pathetic?" The man in front of me crossed his arms, his lips pulled into a straight line as he studied Charlie and the tattoos he had on display.
Charlie hummed and shook his head, "Dorian Gray was taught how to live and how to act by a mad-man. He was neither. He was lost."
"But Basil tried to help him." Cain's head cocks to the side as I continue watching the perfected architecture sketch in Cain's notebook. "And Dorian refused."
