"JAMES DON'T LEAVE ME!"
I bolt upright in bed as the sound of her screams cut me to my core. My heart is now beating double time and I scramble out of bed. I run into her room, next door to mine.
"Anna!" She's thrashing around in her bed. The duvet wrapped tight around her, unforgiving, as she tries to break free of it.
"James. JAMES!" She screams again. Her hair is plastered against her body, the sweat causing her skin to glow. Her face is the picture of torture, of raw love and emotion. Her eyes flicker restlessly beneath the lids and her hands continue to scrabble against the covers seeking a release. I rush over to her, wanting her pain to end. I shake her shoulders as she continues to scream, trying to wake her from the night terror. I brush the damp hair out of her face and take her hands in mine, stopping her thrashing limbs before she hurts herself.
"Anna," I whisper carefully. I shake her again. "Anna?" Her eyes snap open and the screams die in her throat. She blinks rapidly, her eyes focusing on my face. She's breathing hard and her blue eyes are wide. "You were screaming," I whisper "But you're ok now because I'm here."
A large sigh escapes her lips as she sits up and wraps me in a tight hug. "It's happening again." She whispers.
" I know An, I know." I tighten my arms around her and place a kiss on the top of her head.
"Stay with me Arran, stay. I need you because I don't think I can see that dream again. I saw the hospital and the room where my treatment was."
I inhale sharply, images flooding my brain of that torture centre.
"I also saw when I was little, of me and James playing. But it was different, more real than any other dreams I've had. I saw him die again, but this time I grew older. My hair grew to what it is now. My hands grew larger, and James seemed smaller. That's what scared me, the fact that I could be growing up away from James. The time I had with him was small I know, but it's as if he became a stranger in my arms." Her words trail of at the end as huge sobs rack her body. Her hands cling to the fabric of my t-shirt, her face burying deeper into my shoulder. I smooth her tangled hair down her back, comforting her as she grieves.
I lay her down again on her bed, but this time she's next to me. I cradle her against my chest, scared that one wrong move could cause her to break into a thousand pieces. I wait for her to fall asleep, her breathing becoming deeper and more relaxed. Her arms are still wrapped around me and I can't help but feel so protective of this girl, the centre of my universe. I don't want for her to hurt, because it hurts me too.
"Arran?" She mumbles into my chest.
"Yeah?"
"Tell me about her, about Izzy."
I breathe in slowly, taking my time to think about my older sister.
"She was my everything. My protector, my friend, and she even acted like a better mom than my one real did. She loved me so much, and I loved her too. I still do, because she wasn't just my sister she was best friend.
Do you remember when we would all play together? I'm pretty sure Izzy had a massive crush on James, even though he was a lot older." She laughs at this. "I remember one time when I was younger she insisted on making me into a princess. I think I was about 6 and one day she just came into my room and made me stop building my awesome Lego tower. She took me into her room and started playing with my hair, put makeup on my face and nail polish on. I think she really wanted a baby sister when we were little so she decided to make me one whether I liked it or not. She called me Princess Jemima or something and she made me play with her in a dress all day." I chuckle. "I'm pretty sure I liked it if I remember, because it was just so much fun to play with my big sister. I felt special I guess."
Anna looks as if she's trying to hold back a laugh, as her eyes are bulging and her cheeks are turning red. My face warms slightly and I grumble "Feel free to laugh."
Her great booming laugh erupts from her mouth as she takes great pleasure in my discomfort. I didn't have a problem with it, but I can see why she's laughing. Imagine me now with pink nail polish and blue eye shadow on. I shudder at the thought.
"You in a dress? Dear lord I don't think I can ever get rid of that image from my brain." She giggles and pinches my cheeks. "Aww sweet little Princess Jemima, such a heart throb." She laughs again and snuggles back into my chest.
"Don't you know it," I chuckle. She smacks my arm but laughs with me. Her breathing slows again and I feel the gentle tug of sleep pulling me into a hazy cloud of dreams. Anna mumbles something again, but I'm too far gone to notice what she says.
"Sweet dreams."
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