Until Dawn Prompts

Haunted

Prompt for Goodwifi on Tumblr; 'Could You write some Daring Duo (Sam x Mike)? One of them just had a horrible nightmare about that night at the lodge, and they called the other to come over to their place because they needed to be comforted. Hope you like the prompt!'

Of course! Daring Duo ON THE WAY. SORT OF PLATONIC BUT IDC.

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Word(s): 1357

Pairing(s): Mike/Sam (Daring Duo), Mentioned!Hinted!Onesided!Josh/Chris (Climbing Class), Mentioned!Past!Emily/Matt (You're a Person), Mentioned!Past!Mike/Jessica (He Came for Me)

Additional Tag(s): Survivor!Mike, Survivor!Sam, Dead!Chris, Dead!Ashley, Dead!Josh, Dead!Jessica, Dead!Emily, Dead!Matt, Nightmares, Mourning, Regret, PTSD, Depression warning, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

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I'm just going through the motions. That's all I'm doing now and that's all I'll ever do. There is no way back from which I came. I've tried to take my mind off of it. Tried so hard. But nothing could ever help me now.

I have bags under my eyes. They give me no justice. They don't show how tired I REALLY am. I don't think anything could ever show how tired I was. I could try as I might. But nothing could. Ever.

My mind is in jumbles. There are no words to describe exactly what happened on that mountain. I tried to explain it to the police but did they listen? No, of course they didn't. They did go into the mines. They found nothing except a few bodies lying around and ash. They blamed us at first. Thought WE were the killers. But they were wrong. Like always.

The Washingtons are hopeless. Melinda and Ron have done nothing. Nothing at all. The funeral for Josh, Hannah, and Beth was no where near intimate. The press was there, wanting to take pictures of everything. And Melinda was standing there in the rain, crying. The tears weren't real. Nothing the Washingtons did was really REAL.

The nightmares continue everyday. Just seeing Jessica lying on the ground, jaw ripped off. . . .I could feel my heart break right there. All I knew then was that I had to get back to the others and protect them. Protect Sam.

Samantha. She never was a huge fan of me while I was a huge fan of her. It annoyed me constantly that she wouldn't give me the time of day to show her I wasn't as big as a jerk as I played out to be. Of course the prank on Hannah made her even more distant from me. I feel terrible about doing that to Hannah. I really do. I just wanted to fit in if I'm being completely honest with myself. I was always the odd one of the group, even if others didn't see it. I got teased for the way I talked all the time, saying things that apparently no one ever says in real life. It's fine though. I'd rather be teased anyways rather than being looked at as if I was the best thing in the world. Especially since I couldn't even save Jessica in time.

I really don't know what I was thinking trying to get to Jessica with a shortcut, I ran right into a fucking log. Why? I have no idea It's like my body just froze. I didn't think it'd be a Wendigo that grabbed her anyhow.

Thinking back on my friends before any of the crap really happened, I remember how happy I was with Jessica who seemed happy to be with me. Just like Josh looked happy whenever he saw Chris. Honestly I wished I would be looked at the way Josh looks at Chris when he thinks no one is looking. Chris was too stuck on Ashley to even realize how loved he was. It made me sad everyday to see the two constantly stepping around the obvious. I never said anything of course, knowing my luck it would just ruin their entire friendship and they'd blame me. I'm easy to blame for stuff. Very easy to blame.

I felt myself falling but I caught my footing, not realizing I've been standing in from of my classrooms door for who knows how long just looking like an idiot. I stood up straight and fixed the bag on my back, taking a deep breath and going down the stairs. Class had been over for 10 minutes already and I'd just been standing like a fool in the doorway. What the hell was wrong with me.

Getting back to my dorm was easy. Too easy. I'm not use to this. Everyday on my way back I would feel Jessica or even Chris come up behind me and scare me. It felt strange not seeing my roommate or girlfriend anywhere. I would kill to even see Matt.

Nighttime came along, I sat on the edge of my bed and sighed, rubbing my eyes and shaking my head, knowing I needed to get to bed soon. I laid down slowly, watching myself from scaring myself. A muffled sound got my attention, I sat up and looked around, seeing my phone on my desk buzzing quietly. I got up and checked my phone.

'Message from Sammy: Hey Mike. . . .ur probably asleep rt now. . . but, do u think u could come over?'

I stared at it in shock for a few minutes, I haven't heard from Sam since after we were questioned by the police.

'Message from Sammy: You prob don't want to see my rt now. But I rly need u. I'm scared.'

I sat my phone down and instantly started to get dressed. As I was tying my shoes I heard my phone go off again.

'Message from Sammy: K, well I guess u don't want to see me. . .that's fine. I'm sorry.'

'Message Sent: Sam, Don't worry, I'm on my way over right now.'

'Message from Sammy: Oh! Okay! You replied, wow. Okay. See you soon then.'

I didn't bother to reply back.

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I stood on her front porch, not really sure how to do this. Just walk in? No no, too rude. Knock? Yeah. I guess. . .but she has a doorbell. . . .I'll just knock. So I knocked, waited a few seconds then knocked again. I could hear footsteps on the other side of the door and when it opened I deflated.

Sam looked terrible. Well, terrible for her. She has large bags under her eyes, her body just seemed to be drained of energy, her usual bright eyes were faded and her hair was really greasy and thrown in a messy bun.

"Michael. Hey. Come in come in." She ushered me in and led me upstairs to her bedroom, sitting down on it and sighing. I sat next to her and grabbed her hands, she looked up and gave me a soft smile.

"So. . . why are you scared? You know those things can't get you here. . . I'll make sure of it." She shook her head, chuckling.

"I just. . . .had a terrible nightmare. . . . " I nodded, knowing the feeling and leaned my forehead on hers, she visibly relaxed and leaned into me

"Tell me about it."

"It just. . . .it was you Mike. . . .I saw you die. . . ." I looked at her, shocked. Out of all the things she could have had a nightmare about, she had one of me? "You-you were on your way back from trying to save Jessica. . . and . . .and. . . a Wendigo just. . . came out of no where, you were almost there too. . . and it just. . . .ripped you in half. Like, your head. Just dug it's claws right into the top of your skull and pulled it apart as if it was nothing. I-I freaked out and actually went AFTER it. It was Hannah. The tattoo. . . . Last thing I saw was. . . was your body lying on the ground, surrounded by your own blood and. . . .I woke up screaming. . . ." Sam curled up against me, soft sobs escaping her. "T-The dream made me realize something th-that I never really bothered even thinking about." She lifted her head. Looking a bit more confident than before. She leaned forward and pushed her lips against mine. I sat there shocked and let her kiss me, not sure how to reciprocate. She pulled back and I frowned.

"I can't. . . ."

"I-I know. . . .M-maybe one day." She rasped out and I nodded, holding her hands.

"Maybe one day." I kissed her forehead and laid her back into the bed and curled up with her. She didn't thrash at all during the night.