Sleeping, With Saints and Apparitions (Tony Perry Fanfiction) [discontinued]

We Beckon So We Can Make Amends

Tony Perry

|March 1st  2:30 am| Daytona

How is it that, I feel like I can fall for a girl in less than two months A girl who has serious trust issues, a girl who one minute can laugh and joke with you and the next; wants to chop your balls off with a pair of safety scissors.

But staring at the sweaty, very much asleep, peace looking Jillian, I know it's very true.

The last thing I remember was watching Jillian sleep soundly in my arms. Her hair was splayed across my chest as I held her close to me. Her chest would rise and fall slowly as I felt my breathing become in sync with hers. It wasn't long until I grew tired and fell asleep. Forgetting that I wasn't alone in bed, I panicked when I felt someone kicking and punching me in my sleep.

"Let me go!" I heard Jillian yell in her sleep as her face scrunched up in terror. "Luce!" My eyes grew wide as I tried to shake Jil awake. She punched my arm a good one before her eyes flew open. They looked scared and panicked as they darted side to side before locking onto mines.

"It was just a nightmare." I finally said as she wiped away the few tears that trailed down her face.

"I'm sorry." She apologized as she covered her face with both hands to cry.

"Hey." I said softly while pulling her hands away from her face. "You don't ever have to apologize to me." A small smile tugged at her full lips as she leaned forwards and hugs me. "Do, do you wanna talk about it?" She shook her head.

"It, it was the night my sister died." She looked uncertain as she snuggled back under the covers.

"Uhm, how old was she? Or you?" She turned over to her side and beg dragging her nail over a particular tattoo on my stomach.

"I was 14. She was 17. Just a couple days before her 18th birthday." A couple tears hit my chest as she sighed. "Sometimes I can still see me and my sister sitting on the edge of the ledge towards the small ocean pool. Her dyed brown hair and her hot pink strapless two piece. And I would sit next to  her, always having my hair up in the stupid salmon pink bikini she bought me and we would just laugh and talk about everything and anything." She smiled, being lost in a memory. I frown noticing how close she and her sister was.

"Look, I know nothing I say will bring her back or make you feel better, but just know, I am sorry." She laughed. It was hoarse and forced, but she laughed?

"Tony, until you know how she die, nothing you say or do cannot even be worth taken into consideration." Ouch.

"Do you wanna talk-"

"I may trust you to an extinct, but not good enough to tell you how she died." Her finger nail dug under the skin. I sighed. Instead I focused on the more I look at her, the more tattoos I see.

"How old were you when you formed the band?" she sighed.