I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

20)I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

I had the strangest dream. And to be honest, it scared me. The reason it scared me was not because it was a nightmare, but because it made me come to a shocking realisation. One that I was not comfortable with at all, but one that I knew was very true.

In my dream, I was back at the hospital, in the waiting room. Except this time, I wasn’t there waiting for my parents, I was waiting for Rocket. I don't know how I knew this, I just did. There was a door right in front of me, one that hadn’t been there in the original hospital. But in my dream, I felt compelled to go through that door, and when I did, Rocket was waiting for me on the other side. He was standing in front of me, dressed normally, but with loads of wires and tubes attached to him as if he were being kept on life support, though when he walked, he seemed perfectly fine. He stepped slowly towards me, and extended his hand. I tried to reach for his hand, but somehow, I couldn’t. Although I could see him very clearly, only about a metre away from me, I couldn’t reach his hand. It seemed like the only part of him that was miles away. I tried to walk towards him, but found myself only getting further away, so my walking speed escalated until I was running. I don’t know why, but I felt like I really wanted to get to him. No, not just wanted, needed. But I was just getting further and further away. He was becoming more distant. He stretched his arm further in an attempt to help me, but it was no use. Eventually, I stopped running, and just stared longingly at him. The fact that I wasn’t able to reach him properly made me feel upset, depressed, lost, empty. He tried to approach me and did far better than I had, his hand was almost touching mine. I reached out for him, but the moment our fingers touched all of his wires fell off, and his body just crumbled right before me. He was gone. The walls of the room began to spin, and menacingly started to close in on me. Then I woke up. It was a strange dream, that I told myself didn’t have any meaning whatsoever, it was just a result of the trauma and stress I had been over the past few days. But even as I was awake, I felt the need to touch Rocket’s hand. I wasn’t entirely sure of what had provoked this dream and why I felt like I needed to be with Rocket so much, but I had an idea…and it was worrying me. I looked over at his bed, and he was sleeping restlessly. Even when asleep, and possibly experiencing another one of his nightmares, his face was still angelically handsome. More like Perfect...

*Rocket’s POV*

I had another crazy dream. But this one wasn’t like my others. This one was about Hero. I’d never dreamt about her before, which is why this one surprised me. I dreamt that I was at the hospital again, but this time, I was a patient. I was just standing there, staring at this door. I had no idea what the significance of the door was, but I knew somehow that the door was important. The room I was in didn’t really look like a hospital ward…well…not one that you’d want to stay in anyway. It was dark, and damp. The corners of the room were made up of endless black abysses of shadow. Strange silhouetted shapes loomed over me on the dirty brick walls. It felt cold. Suddenly, the door opened, letting tons of light into the dark room and lifting the creepy atmosphere of it a hell of a lot. And when the door was opened fully, I saw Hero enter. And for some reason, when I saw her, my heartbeat went crazily fast all of a sudden. I wanted her to approach me, but she just stood there, so I extended my hand to beckon her over. She tried to reach for my hand, but couldn’t. And when she tried to walk towards me, she just seemed to get further away. And the same thing happened when I tried to walk towards her. It was so frustrating. All I wanted was to be able to hold her hand, and I didn’t even know fucking why. Eventually, she started to fade away. I tried to call her name, but my throat was so dry, and I couldn’t make a sound. She faded completely, and the room collapsed around me, and I woke up. It was a pretty fucked up dream. And at first I didn’t really understand why I wanted to hold her hand so much. And seeing her made me feel strange, it was almost as if…