bury you by my side| dream x oc

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      TW; (prescribed) drug use,thoughts of suicide(in a dream)

Most of my nights consisted of the same thing, I'd get home from work and eat something, shower, scroll through my phone until I felt the need to sleep. Tonight was no different, except for one thing, I just couldn't fall asleep. I layed in my bed on my phone for what seemed like an eternity. I decided to turn my phone off finally and try to force myself to sleep. But after tossing and turning for hours, I decided maybe now would be a good time to try the sleeping pills my doctor prescribed me.

I got up out of bed and walked to my medicine cabinet, it had been so long since he prescribed me these pills I don't even know how many to take, so I screwed the lid off and popped two into my mouth, grabbed a cup for water to wash it down, and made my way back to my bed.

I don't remember much from this point forward, but I do remember getting so frustrated with not being able to sleep, I grabbed my keys and decided to go for a drive. After a surprisingly short distance, I parked my car next to a bridge, I got out and placed my arms on the railing. Looking down over train tracks, a wave of impulse rushed over me. I don't know exactly what I was thinking but I climbed over the bridge, standing on the very narrow ledge. I sat there for a while when finally, the urge hit me, I spread my arms out in a 'T' position, closing my eyes, I leaned forward, and let myself go.

The fall felt slow motion, like I was floating almost. As I was floating down to my doom, regret hit me. I started to panic and darted my eyes open, upon opening them the fall stopped suddenly, in my panicked state I looked around, breathing so heavily I might send myself into an asthma attack, eyes darting everywhere trying to comprehend what was happening, only to realize, I was in my bed, the sunlight seeping the through my windows. After collecting myself I realized I was dreaming. Never again am I trying medication to sleep.

I finally gathered the courage to get out of bed, thinking maybe I could make myself breakfast. I stumble into my kitchen, opening the fridge. Ugh. I just remembered I haven't went grocery shopping for weeks. Well now would be a good time for it, I walked back into my room and throwing on some clothes. After getting ready
I grabbed my keys and got into my car.

I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store, and walked to grab a cart, as I was going in the entrance a tall blonde man bumped into me, nearly knocking me over. "I'm sorry, I'm trying to find my friends", angry, I said "you should-" as I glanced up at him I noticed he was staring directly into my eyes. My anger quickly faded as I noticed his freckled face and soft curls. "- it's okay." I quickly replied. Still keeping the intense eye contact, his plump, pink lips curled into a smile, "hello, I'm Clay", the man says reaching his hand out for me to shake. Still stunned at the beauty of the man, I reached my hand to meet his, "Eva." I said quietly.

After a long, awkward stare down, he finally breaks the silence. "I was just looking for my friends, I didn't see you, again I'm sorry." I took a deep breath, trying to keep from embarrassing myself. "It's okay, I am very socially awkward so I tend to blur everyone out in public, so I really didn't see you either.". He chuckles at my response, "well I'd love to see you again sometime". Wow. Confident. "Here's my number, you can text me if you want." He says, writing on a piece of paper he found on the table next to us, before we go our separate ways and do what we need to do.

After getting home and putting all of my groceries away I pulled the paper out and added him to my contacts, after a bit of contemplating whether to do anything with it or not. It took my so long to even think about what to say. Why would he just give me his number? He seemed like the kind of guy to have plenty of friends so it isn't like he needs friends. And I definitely am not in the right mental state for anything more, so what's the point.

After hours of thinking, I decided maybe I should just text him, after all I am kind of lonely. After my manipulative ex made me block out all of my friends, I had nobody after all, I could use a friend, I guess. I pulled my phone out and clicked his contact. 

Eva:
Hey, it's Eva, from the store today.

Not expecting him to reply so quickly I was shocked to hear my phone ding the same minute I sent the message.

Clay:
Hey :) sorry again for running into you!

Eva:
You're completely okay! What's up?

Clay:
I just got done working, surprised you actually texted me.

Eva:
Haha, obviously I would, you seem nice. Work? What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?

Clay:
Don't laugh, but I'm a YouTuber/streamer. I play games and people watch me.

Interesting. I've watched dozens of streamers and never heard of anyone named 'Clay'. Well except for one, Dream. There's no way that this could be him, right? I didn't just run into the Dream, and get his phone number? Is this another medication induced dream??

Eva:
Hm, the only streamer I know named Clay, is Dream, and that can't be you, so you must not be well known right?

Clay:
Nope. That's me😳 busted.

This definitely has to be a dream. This can't be real.