Sing For Survival

Chapter 8

Chapter Posted On Monday May 2, 2016. All Rights Reserved. Do Not Copy.

Hey guys! I know I haven't posted in a while, and I'm truly sorry for that. I'm not going to make up an excuse since you probably don't care, so get on with reading this chapter. Enjoy!

~Ann

Charlotte's P.O.V

After we all finished, we had to go back to our rooms. My breathing was still slightly abnormal, my mind trying to mull over the things that just happened. I felt a huge, warm hand encase over my left shoulder.

"You okay?" Nick turned me around to face him. My brows were currently furrowed in confusion, a redness spreading over my cheeks at the extremely hot temperature my body was giving off. I was incapable of giving a simple nod, so I just stared at his eyes.

After a minute, my breathing became normal and I was able to answer him. "I'm fine now." My voice came out slightly breathless, though I didn't know why. Maybe it was the way his hand was still comfortably on my shoulder, or maybe it was how his bright green eyes were filled with an unknown look.

"We should get ready for bed," he stated, bringing his hand away from my shoulder and walking further into our apartment. I let out a huge sigh, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. Normally, I would have us take our shoes off, but we're assuming the floor is dirty and there seem to be no cleaning supplies here.

I took a right, entering the doorway of my room that had a connecting bathroom. I closed the door, stripping my clothes and entering the shower. I turned it to the hottest it could go before stepping beneath the scalding water. I stood still for around two minutes until I decided to finally wash my body.

Once I finished with my longer-than-necessary shower, I took a fluffy towel and left the foggy bathroom. The cold air hit my water coated skin, making a shiver run down my back. I went to the closet to find one of Nick's hoodies, my sweats, and my undergarments. I put everything on, slipped on some slippers, and left my room for the kitchen.

I sat in one of the high stools that were situated under the bar, putting my elbows on the freezing marble counters. I let my thoughts take over, just hoping this was some long coma-like nightmare.

"I see you've stolen my jacket again." Nick's voice reverberated throughout the room, making me flinch in surprise.

"Well, it's comfortable." I defended myself, twisting my body around to face him. We stared at each other for a few minutes until he broke the silence.

"Tomorrow we'll ask one of the guards for cleaning supplies. I'd like to be here without sneezing like, every second." Nick sighed as he walked to the fridge, opening it and taking out a huge water bottle.

"Yeah, and maybe we can meet some other people and suggest songs to each other?" I placed my head on the palm of my hand, just staring at him blankly. He gulped down half the water in the bottle before screwing the cap on.

"I guess that's a good idea. We can see if they've managed to sneak their phones here."

I lay my head on the counter, squirming in my chair as boredom washed over me. I let out a few sighs before hopping from my chair, and I went to the living room and spread out on the couch.

"You're such a couch hog," Nick exclaimed as he sat on the edge of the couch.

"I'm so bored," I groaned, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He didn't answer me, all he did was stare. "You can at least suggest something to do."