Don't Be Gone Too Long (Zayn Malik & Ariana Grande Fanfiction//Zariana)

XVI: Sleep Deprived

"Legend says that when you can't sleep at night, it's because you're awake in someone else's dream."

Aurora's P.O.V

I laid awake for most of the night after my dreadful nightmare. Sleep wasn't something I wanted to do because I was scared. Scared to see him again. Scared to kill him once more like I usually do in my nightmares. Sleeping was the trigger to my traumas, the key to my agony and pain, the anchor to my darkness that only sucked me right in. Yet, legend says that when you can't sleep at night, it's because you're awake in someone else's dream. What if that's the case right now? What if that's the real reason I can't sleep, because possibly in some other dimension of this universe I was awake. What if someone is dreaming about me? That sounds crazy. Or is it?  Eventually, my eyelids began to grow heavy, and with Jasper's steady breathing besides me, I dozed off. 

Luckily there were no nightmares after. The misery of my dreams had been over for the night and that was a good sign. I wonder if it was because Jasper was right by my side to keep me safe or if life simply finished it's fun for the night to torture me. Whichever one it was, I was simply grateful to have slept peacefully for a few hours, something that hardly happens, but nothing lasts forever.

The loud knocking of my front door echoed it's way up loudly to my supernatural and sensitive hearing, causing me to jolt up abruptly as I groaned in grogginess. I turn to look at my clock that sits on my night stand and read 6:50am. It's too early for this shit. To say I was cranky at the moment was an understatement. Jasper in the other hand fell off my bed, his face landing on the wooden floor from the sudden noise that woke him up from his peaceful sleep. 

"Who the hell knocks on our door this early?" I hear Jasper whine as he clumsily stands up.  

As if to answer his question, the familiar high pitched voice rings in my ears causing me to groan.

"GOOD MORNING AURORA!" I hear Kitten yell from outside. 

"Kitten!" I growl.

"You can't be serious?" Jasper groans. 

"I am going to kill her." I spat, as I rip the covers off my body. "And then, I am going to bury her very very far away from here so she never ever bothers me again with her stupid little happy self. I'll bury her in her little lala world where she belongs after ripping her neck off, creating a bloody mess, and then I will feed on her for the hell of it."

"Vivid imagination you got there baby sis."

"I hate her!" I hiss.

"Hate is a strong word Aurora." He pouts. "You don't even know her."

"I don't have to! That won't stop me from killing her!"

"You are not hurting my baby girl." Jasper says sternly. "And I mean it."

"Right." I scoff. "I forgot, you're in love with her."

"I'm not in love with her Aurora. She's cute." He smirks.

"Well why don't you go open the damn door and see what the hell she wants at six in the fucking morning?!" 

"You see baby sis. I would, but technically speaking she's your friend, not mine."

"She's not my friend you arse! You're the one who likes her! I'm the one wishing to kill her, remember?"

"Aurora, you little spoiled brat. You only wish to kill her because she woke you up at six in the morning."

"True." I sigh. "This is the second time she does it, and everyone knows not to wake me up in the morning else I'll cut someone in their sleep."

"Kitten doesn't know that, now does she."