Lay With Me

One

I pulled the sleeve of my sweater over my hand just enough to wipe the fog from the car window to see outside. It was snowing pretty hard but not enough to keep us from attending whatever my parents had planned for the night. My dad was softly singing along to the radio as my mom sat in her seat content. In the distance I could see there was a car coming a little too fast out of a turn.

I silently reassured myself that they probably just hit ice and were going to slow down. As if it happened in slow motion I knew I couldn't have been more wrong.

I knew that this car was going to crash into mine. But I was frozen. I couldn't speak or move or tell my dad to pull to the side of the road before I felt the impact of the car on ours.

I shot up in bed with tears in my eyes and my chest heaving rapidly. Like usual it was the same dream but for some reason it hurt worse than any other time tonight.

It had been months since the drunk driver struck and killed both of my parents but the memory was fresh in my brain like it was yesterday. And every night the dream stings just as it did the first time.

I long for a night where I'll be able to sleep soundly without being woken up by the same dream or one much similar. I haven't slept through the night since it first happened and I've grown used to the permanent circles under my eyes. I also know that I would've done anything to have them here with me right now or for me to have been in there place. Why couldn't I have been the one to leave instead of them? Why did that driver have to be out at exactly that time? And why can't I get rid of the sound of the ambulances in my head?

I laid my head back onto my pillow. I'm not sure why I even attempt to fall asleep anymore, I'll most likely be woken up in just a few more hours anyways. Usually I just stare at the ceiling and recall all the memories or just staring blankly into space until I get to tired to continue doing that. But tonight I had the urge to close my eyes and at least try to fall asleep. So there I lay in my bed with the cold sweat still on my forehead and the flashing police lights still glued in my thoughts.
________________________________
Hey guys I hope you liked the first chapter!

So just as a disclaimer michael does suffer from PTSD in this story so if this is something you fine triggering please don't read. There is nothing as far as self harm or suicide in this story but let me warn you, IT IS HELLA SAD. ((But hella fluffy too so don't worry))

Also the perspective of the story may change from chapter to chapter so keep that in mind.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING I'LL UPDATE SOON. XOXO

-KASEY