Indestructible.

17- Someone, or something always has to interrupt us.

Why can I not fall asleep?

Tossing and turning on the bed that is the most comforting bed I have ever slept on, I'm surprised to realize that I am not going to get any sleep tonight. So many thoughts peer into my mind causing other thoughts and questions to swoop in, almost like a chain reaction.

The bed is huge, way larger than the twin bed back at the dorms in Los Angeles. The bed is one of those cool memory foam mattresses, with silky sheets and blankets that make me feel as if I am in heaven. Well... For some reason... A heaven that allows no sleep.

   Giving in, I sit up in the bed, sighing as if letting out some air would make me feel any better. Of course, it doesn't make me feel the slightest bit better, so I slide off of the comforting mattress and let my feet gently land on the cold wooden flooring, the sudden change of temperature shooting chills to rocket down my back.

   My feet pad quietly on the chilly floor as I make my way out of the large bedroom Barrett had told me I could have, a lock of my messy blonde hair falling away from the rest of my hair to tickle the side of my face.

   As I pass the closet, in which I have peered into earlier and noticed all of the beautiful clothes hanging on racks that match my body size perfectly, I note that there are more shadows in the place than I remembered seeing. The shadows that lurk in the murky air of the night throw goosebumps prickling on my skin, forcing my heart beat to speed up two times quicker.

   I try to ignore the looming shadows, exiting the room and entering the large open living room. In the darkness I make out no other outlines of bodies, thankfully, and decide to head over to the window to steal another glance at those lightning bugs. When my feet finally shuffle their way across the cold floor though, instead of just smiling like I had expected myself to do, my mouth drops open from the amazing sight once again as I watch the millions of lightning bugs flutter across the sky, floating past one another and lighting up the gloomy night creating a wondrous scene.

When my mouth finally shuts and I gain the courage to swallow, I find myself slowly lowering my body to get comfortable on the cold floor next to the large window. Astoundingly, sitting criss-crossed on a hard floor comforts me more than the soft bed, my heartbeat slowing to a regular pace again.

After a few minutes of just sitting there and staring out at the luminous view, I finally allow my mind to leave the many amazed thoughts that run through my brain, and begin on its trail of other thoughts once again. From my expectations of the master, to my thoughts on Juni, to Dean's mesmerizing deep blue eyes, to the way his beautiful eyes remind me of the magnificent ocean, my mind reaches out and grabs every possible thought my brain could muster and then yank it in to a debate on what I think about it.

My thoughts eventually slow down, and I end up grinning whenever my father's image appears in my mind. His bright white teeth shine when I imagine him laughing at one of my brother's silly jokes the way he always did, his mouth wide open and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His kind gray eyes always sparkled no matter what mood he was in, and they always, I mean... always twinkled brighter whenever he looked at my mom.

I remember his thick chest, the way he would hold me against it when I had cried, and the heartbeat that pounded inside his chest that always calmed me down, along with his soothing voice that he used to coo reassuring words in my ears.

I used to love playing with his brown hair that he had to cut every so often for the navy. It was so short, he didn't even have to brush it when he woke up in the mornings.

I feel a tear silently trickle down my cheek, shaking me away from my thoughts to realize that I am crying. The tear doesn't stop rolling down until it reaches my open mouth and then lands harmlessly on my tongue. The saltiness of the tear surprises me, tingling on my tastebuds.