Story of Dreams

Dream 1

(Douglas Booth is for J.P. (he appears in a few dreams so it'll be him for all))

I ran. Then and there, through the dorms and down the hall. I was panicked and I felt confused and unsure of everything. Tears were streaming down my face. My sight was blurry as I pushed open the stair well and tried to make my way down as fast as possible. This was the worst night of my life. My mind drifted back to what had just happened and I lost control of everything. My sight was blinded by the memory replaying and I could feel my chest tighten. Without realizing it, I ran into some one...and hard.

"Shit, i-i-I'm so sorry!" I said as I tried to get away quicker.

But I wasn't fast enough; the victim I had run into wrapped his arms around my waist trapping me from my escape.

"Are you okay?" he asked me with his deep voice.

I looked back at him still panicking. I recognized those eyes; he was in my class with me. Shit. I never liked people seeing me cry, especially ones I kind of knew. Before I could even speak he pulled me closer to him and wrapped me into a hug with my arms folded into his chest. This felt right oddly enough. I felt the pain again of what happened and didn't care that I was crying. He held on to me tightly giving me a sense of comfort.

"I'm going to take you up stairs to my room, you can spend the night with me." I tensed up when he said this. I didn't want to be taken advantage of...again. "I think he sensed this from me, and spoke again. "I won't lay a hand on you I can promise you that. I just don't think you should be alone tonight okay? I can sleep on the floor if that makes you feel better." he ran a hand up and down my back in an attempt to sooth me again.

I wasn't going to feel better today or any day soon but I do know that I couldn't be alone tonight. He was right; I slowly nodded my head against his chest not being able to speak yet. Without speaking, he led me back upstairs where my heart started to pound through my ears again. We only went up one flight though, not to the third floor just the second and down to his room which made my heart calm down some more. I couldn't bear to go up again no matter what. We made it to his room and he sat me down on his bed and went to his closet to look for something. I took this moment to scan my surroundings just in case I needed to escape. I was paranoid okay, and I wanted to stay safe, well safer than before. I was sobering up quicker than I had expected which was pretty nice. As Michael looked through his closet I got up to go to the sink. As I got there I noticed how badly my makeup had smeared; not the best first impression for someone. I turned the faucet on and washed my face as best as possible. After drying it up, there were only faint marks of makeup left but it wasn't bad anymore. I turned around and saw him standing behind me.

"Here, you can wear one of my sweatshirts tonight if you'd like too," he said handing me a red sweatshirt.

Without hesitation I reached out and grabbed it giving him a weak smile. "The bed you were sitting on earlier was mine, you can sleep there. I'm going to take a shower. Do you want to shower first or just go to bed?" he asked lightly.

"Ca-can I shower first?" I managed to squeak out. That was the first thing I have spoken in a while.

He looked relived that I had managed to say something, and gave me a smile and nodded over to the door that was the bathroom. I turned around and went to shower. As much as I wanted to sleep, I wanted to feel clean again. I still just felt so dirty about this whole night. After getting washed up, I put on my panties back on leaving my costume and bra off so I could sleep better. When I put Michael's sweatshirt on it went below my butt thankfully. It was huge on me which totally surprised me since he was a skinny guy and only like 5 inches taller than me since I'm so short. I hesitantly opened the door and looked around. He was sitting on his bed just going through his phone.