A boy named Blaze

Chapter 7

I woke up, my body was covered in sweat and I just stopped myself from screaming. My heart was racing a million times a second and I just sad in my bed and took deep breaths. My breaths were ragged and then I hear a small whimper. I looked around but then feeling stupid realized it came from me. I didn't know I was cry until then but when I figured it out the sobs took over and shook my whole body. 

I rolled up in a small ball and hugged my pillow, willing the tears to stop. Silent sobs corced threwout my body and tears streamed my face. When I finally got myself together I wiped my red bloodshot eyes and looked at the time. The clock rang it big red letters 4:42, I sighed I stood up. The floor was cold under my bare feet but I slipped on some slippers and walked over to the bathroom.

I splashed some cold water on my face and took some more deep breaths before going back to my bedroom. I laid in bed and my pillow felt cold and damp from my tears. I flipped it over and dared myself to sleep so I would be able to go to school tomorrow.

I felt so alone, I thought about text or calling Matthew but I didnt want to wake him. Yet even I knew that wasnt the real reason I didnt want to call him, I didnt want to because it wasnt him that I wanted talk to. It wasnt him that made me feel safe or that could make the dream go away. It wasnt him that I needed right now. Yet thats not what I wanted, I wanted him to be my everything.

Just cause I didnt want to talk to him I felt compelled to. I picked up my cell phone and searched threw my contacts, trying to find his number. When I found it I pressed send and held the cell up to my ear. It rang once, twice, three times, then I heard a tired but caring voice on the other side. "Whats wrong," he asked, almost fully awake now. "I just, well I just had a bad dream," I said, sounding guilty, and I took a deep breath. "You okay," he asked, conser clouded his voice. "Yeah, I, it just, sory to wake you," I said not sure what to say,

I knew that I didnt want to really talk to him, yet he was good for me. He can party like I do but well he wont get me in shit like Blaze would. I'm not thinking right, I like Matthew, Blaze just saved my life. Thats the only thing, I was scared and thats why I want to talk to him, because he was my superman of the night.

"No babe, its fine you can call me whenever," Matthew said.

"Thanks, I just well, someone killed you and the dude who tried to kill me was there and well nevermind," I said.

"Its not real, hes dead, dont worry babe," Matthew said softly.

"Yeah, I know," I said, feeling foolish.

"And I wont let anything happen to you, I promise."

"I wont let big bad Bry hurt you either," I said trying to joke around.

He chuckled, "yeah, we will watch eachothers back."

"I think I may try to sleep, sorry to wake you."

"Okay beautiful, dont be sorry you can call me anytime."

"Night baby," I said before closing my phone. Im so lucky to have Matthew, school might be fun tomorrow. If anything I had a great night at the club, I dont know if I would be able to go there again but I hope so. I closed my eyes and soon I feel into a nice dreamless sleep.

It didnt even seem like five minutes but I heard the annoying beeping of my alarm. I grumbled and clicked it off pulling the pillow over my head to block the sunlight. This is not the first time I thought this but I really need to get some of the blindes that block out sun completely.

'Tara, are you up yet," I heard my mom yell.

"Yes mom," I grumbled, the curled back under the covers. Then I heard her stomping up the stairs and going into my room. "Tara," she sighed. "Im sick, I cant go to school today," I said faking a cough.