The Summoning (Sleep Token FanFiction)

XXVII - Mine

I laid her down on the mattress gingerly and she stirred briefly before curling up on her side, clutching my pillow close to her before beginning to softly snore again. I couldn't help but to smile at the dried mud smearing over the light blue sheets as she curled her legs up closer. At least we didn't get any on the carpet. I had been able to slide IV's tiny sandals on when I reached the patio to avoid it.

Her brow furrowed in her sleep and I smoothed a thumb over her cheek lightly as if I could help the nightmares just by doing so. She didn't seem to be having one at the moment, which was a relief.

Pulling the blanket over her, I sleuthed around the bed and into the bathroom to shower. Shucking the damp clothes off, I took in the long scar down my side and offhandedly wondered what it was she was dreaming about. 

Sighing, I turned on the water and stepped in, letting the dirt circle the drain that covered my legs. It was an easy trek down the hill, even when she had gone limp with sleep. 

A door closed distantly and I heard the boys talking in low murmurs as they stumbled into the house. 

A goodbye was called and I heard III's bike start up from the garage. 

Oh right, he was going to meet Isla today. I let my thoughts wander about their relationship. Today was the precipice between the relationship being mended and being broken beyond repair.

And it was all my fault. 

I shut the water off and grabbed a towel, burying my face into it to just close my eyes a moment. 

The dreams were getting worse. I was losing more and more control of myself. Lost in the memories of the very precipice that ended and created me. 

Hayley's smile flashed through my mind.

There's no way she wouldn't run upon finding out the truth.

I wasn't sure why I felt I needed to let my thoughts be known.

This is the way it must be.

I threw the towel at the mirror.

Standing in front of the blurry mirror, covered in condensation, I panted as I collected myself. 

Shit.

I didn't have a change of clothes. 

Peaking my head out of the bathroom, I watched her sleep for a few tense seconds, deciding if she would wake in the time it took me to grab a change of clothes. I glanced to the dresser in front of the bathroom and tried to figure out how fast I could get dressed before she was roused from her sleep. 

Taking little steps as if I were a robber stealing items in the night, I made my way to the dresser and cracked open the top drawer, deciding briefs would be the first safest step in not flashing her. 

That's when IV walked in.

There was a few seconds that we stared at each other with wide eyes before I brought my finger up to my lips. Sleep, if it were III that had walked in, there would be no chance of her still being asleep right now. 

IV made himself cozy leaning against the doorframe with a smirk after crossing his arms, keeping his eyes on me. 

I shook my head and pulled out the closest briefs I could find, slipping them on quietly. I watched her closely to make sure her eyes didn't flutter open.

Next safest thing was probably some sort of pants. I fished for pajama bottoms.

IV mimed a golf clap while nodding approvingly.