Week 14, Day 2:
I wake up a few minutes later than usual and I notice that Amy is already gone. We've barely said a word to each other besides the occasional, "have you seen my" or "where is the". I grab my phone from it's charger and check to see if I have any missed messages.
Clare, come to my dorm ASAP – Jakob
I read the words in his voice and immediately jump out of bed and pull on a cardigan and leggings. I grab my bag and my phone and run out the door. Snow is starting to gather in bunches on the ground and the temperature has dropped considerably.
I don't bother to be quiet and I pound as hard as I can on the door. Within milliseconds, Jakob slams open the door and runs back into the room. "Clare!" Jakob ushers me over. I sprint into their dorm and go to where Jakob is standing. He's next to Hunter's bed and at first I don't really see what the problem is...but then I look closer and I listen.
"He can't breathe and he's crying. It started out as an anxiety attack and I think he brought himself into a state of panic. He gets frequent nightmares, just not like this." Hunter lets out a shrill scream that would be fatal to anyone who isn't used to listening to screamo music.
"Hunter," I whisper into his ear. I'm not sure if he can hear me but his breathing begins to even out. "Hunter, whatever you are dreaming about, it's not going to kill you. You'll be okay."
As if on cue, he sits straight up and yells, "Stop it, you're killing me!" and then he slams back down onto his bed as if nothing ever happened. I place my hand lightly on his chest as his breathing goes back to normal and he opens one eye.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He pulls his sheets up so that they cover everything up to his collarbone.
"What were you dreaming about?" I use my most calming voice.
"Nothing, I just fell off a bridge or something."
"Hunter." My teeth clench.
"I'll tell you one day, just not today."
"Whatever, I have to go to class." I shrug my bag onto my shoulder and sulk out the door, hearing hurries whispers behind me.
Math is boring.
Science is boring.
French is boring.
I fall asleep in Creative Writing.
I have no will to do anything anymore.
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