Nicky has gotten out of the basement, got his friends and family back, but something is still out of place. He's having continuous flashbacks, nightmares, and thoughts that are unwanted in his head. Will his friends and family finally listen to him...
Sometimes I think to myself. "I wonder what would happen if I did this
"I wonder why this is the way it is." Or maybe I just think too much in general. That's all I've thought about this whole restless night. I've spent the past 6 hours staring with my face covered by my bed sheets, thinking that someone, or something, is out there. I expected to sleep better now that I'm home, but it's just not the same anymore.
It's like, every time I close my eyes, I'm just reminded with being trapped in that room. That hellhole of a room. I couldn't sleep. Not one bit. I've spent hours just tossing and turning in my bed, having repetitive thoughts of my past. I try to focus on the future, hoping that things will be better, but I can't focus. At all. On anything.
I turn over again to glare at my alarm clock.
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"Three more hours," I whisper to myself. Without thinking, I get up and I start to wander. Once around my room, then I somehow make it into my hallway.
"What am I doing?" I ask myself. I keep walking down to the other end of my hallway, barely being able to see anything. I open the door in front of me, and I see my parents in their bed, sleeping side my side. I glance behind me into the darkness, then turning back into the door frame. I manage to squeeze my way in between my parents who are sleeping. I stare at the ceiling, letting out a sigh.
"Narf?" I hear a voice next to me, causing me to nearly jump into the air. I turn over to see my dad, who is squinting his eyes at me. I'm scared to say anything, just moving my eyes to different places, attempting to avoid eye contact. Dad sits up in the bed, and he turns on the lamp, which blinds my eyesight for a split second, before giving me a clear image of his tired, exhausted face.
"What are you doing up so early?" he asks. I don't answer, only looking down at my bandaged hand again.
"Couldn't sleep," I mumble, collapsing back onto the bed. Dad puts his hand on the top of my head and strokes my hair. I hear movement to my right, seeing a face turn to me, blinking rapidly.
"Nicholas, what are you-"
Mom and I just look at each other. I slide my face into the mattress of the bed, letting out a groaning sound. I close my eyes, embracing the silence around me. Dad moves some of the bed sheets over my body, leaving my head exposed.
"Can I sleep with you guys tonight?" I ask, with my voice muffled under the mattress. "That's fine, honey," Mom replies, putting her hand on my back.
I turn my head to mom, who is laying on a pillow facing the other way. "Are you still mad at me?" I ask with my voice being effected by my head being pressed into the mattress. Mom turns back to me.
"No, honey. Just... don't do that again. Please."
"Okay," I say blandly. She plants a kiss on my forehead. "I will always love you Nicholas. You know that," Mom says.
"I know. I love you too Mom." She gives a smile at me; first smile that I've seen in months. I plant my face back into the bed, thinking that I'm still going to be conscious the whole night again, but hoping that I could actually manage to sleep a little with my parents here.
