Trapped (Unfinished)

23- POV Scott

Our Kavi date was a success! I think we definitely made it very romantic, even if we did use bedsheets, flashlights, paper plates, and cheap food.

I wasn't paying attention for a lot of the time that we set up the scene. Mostly, I just followed Esther around and helped her reach the extra sheets above the luggage.

Majority of the time, I thought about Mitch and Alex. I really like Alex. He supports me and Pentatonix, and sets up the cutest dates for us (even if I don't actually like them). He puts in the effort though, and it's the thought that counts, right?

Right now, I'm helping everyone clean up the dinner as Kirstie and Avi hang in Avi's bunk. It was a genious idea to do this for them. Kevin is very happy because appearently he won a bet.

I look over to see Mitch struggling to put the bedsheets on top of the luggage. Of course, the second shortest person on the bus is attempting to reach the highest place. Even Kevin can barely reach above the luggage. As I walk over to him, he looks around for something to help him.

"Hey." I say when I get to him.

Mitch turns around to look at me. He raises an eyebrow probably hoping for an answer. I don't have an answer for him yet.

I just grab the sheets and easily put them away, turning back to Mitch.

He just looks down at his feet and walks away.

I hate to see him like that. I hate to see him sad. I hate that we aren't talking to each other. I don't like seeing him in any pain. I wish I could just give his perfect, tiny frame, a big hug. I guess I do like him.

I just don't know whether I want to date him. I couldn't ever break Alex's heart.

Yet, I couldn't ever break Mitch's.

I turn around and finish helping clean up and then decide to just go to bed.

* * * * *

I am aware I am in a dream.

I sit at a park on a blanket. Layed out in front of me is a picnic. A cute, cliché picnic with one of those little woven baskets and watermelon slices and everything.

Across from me sits Mitch. As I eat, he looks up at me. I can tell there is something he really wants to tell me.

"I," He startes, staring deep into my eyes, with his smooth, chocolate ones. "Am nothing without you."

Then, he quickly stands up, startling me as he turns around. Mitch runs.

I don't know what to do at first. I am so startled that I just sit there, with my hand covering my gaping mouth.

Then I feel the ache in my chest.

It feels like there is an elephant on my chest, and I am all of a sudden laying there. I feel a dagger in my heart, weight on my chest as I struggle to breathe.

I am aware that I am in a nightmare.

Yet I cry. I yell. I scream. I call his name.

I know why I feel broken. It's because Mitch is gone. And I am nothing without him.

* * * * *

I wake up yelling and panting, tear stains on my cheeks.