Friendship Fails ~ON HOLD~

Nightmare

>Silver<

When I fell asleep in Jaimie's arms after he laid us in the bed I just knew I was going to have that nightmare. That bastard brought back all my memories of that day and it makes my scars ache. They hadn't really done that in a very long time and it helps me forget that they're there but they've become a part of me and I don't think I'd be me without them. Sure people give me shit when they barely meet me and the girls at school are the worst but I don't give a shit. Jaimie, my sweet, little, innocent Jaimie, he's been with me through everything I don't know where I'd be without him. He was even there when my scars were fresh and painful, I was bandaged up completely and every little movement burned. I'd had to get stitches because some of the knife cuts were bad, I felt like one of those stitched up dolls. I hate mirrors, I've never cared about how I look but mirrors, mirrors just make me feel like I'm broken. Jaimie is like my mirror, he helps me fix myself up in the mornings and whenever I get dirty. I don't even remember the color of my eyes, or if I have a mole or long lashes or anything about my face except my scars.

The nightmare, I know I had gotten off topic but, my scars are deeply intwined with my nightmare. I relived that moment again, except this time they didn't stop till every single inch of my skin was cut open and bleeding. They left me there and I couldn't find my phone but they came back, this time holding a younger version of Jaimie. It was before he had started going with me to football practice so he wasn't as strong as he is now. They held him up in between them and began beating him up till he couldn't even stand, then they started cutting him like me, they laughed at his pain. He was silent, the only sound was my shrieking for then to leave him alone.

"Get away! Jaimie! No! Leave him alone!"

I shouted over and over again. They finally stopped and threw him down beside me, he was still alive and breathing. He focused on me and smiled around a mouthful of blood.

"Silver, I love you."

He said and then he just dropped to the ground, his breathing slowed to a stop and I started screaming again, calling out for my Jaimie.

I woke up to find the real Jaimie holding me tightly to him, but I was still so caught up in the fact that the dream Jaimie had died, it felt real like I had lost him. Then Jaimie started to sing and it stopped my crying and I smiled and laughed at his silliness, he has a good singing voice though and he only sings when he's alone with me because he's embarrassed of it. I always tell him he shouldn't but he never believes me when I tell him that he sings good.

"Dahvie and Jayy sing so much better than you."

I mutter, I could practically feel his relief in the air. He kisses my forehead before retorting with.

"I'll have you know I was in line for Jayy'a job but Dahvie lost my number so...."

I giggle at his silliness and it makes all the left over part of my dream disappear. I wipe my face to take away all the traces of my crying and sleepyness, I sniffle a bit and ruffle Jaimie's hair. It's so soft and fluffy I mean who wouldn't wanna mess with his hair. He smiles at me and leans forward so out foreheads touch. I feel his minty breath wash over my face, I don't get it! All day we've been eating junk food and such yet he still has perfectly minty breath! Really! So unfair. I pout silently then smile and push Jaimie back so he'a laying down again. I lean my head on his chest and stay silent, not even breathing.

"Silver wha--?"

"Shhh!"

I shush his words so I could listen to his heartbeat. It's a weird thing I do sometimes, I don't even know why I started doing it in the first place but I just like to listen to it every once in a while. I mostly do it when he's asleep but I think it's justifiable with everything that's going on today and that's just today. One day that majorly sucked but it had its good points.... Mostly Jaimie points but eh I take what I can get.