Solid as a rock

Chapter 8-Woah

Woah. That's all that I can think to say. Woah.
I haven't moved since I woke up. My hands are still wrapped around my legs curling me in a tight ball. My breathing is calmer but still staggered. My eyes haven't been able to properly close yet. I've been playing the dream over and over in my head trying to process it somehow.
How do I even begin to process it? Oh yeah, I don't.
These types of nightmares aren't unusual for me though. Right after she died, I started having those nightmares every night-but they weren't nearly as bad as the one I just had. They were lighter and not as scary.

I decide to try and get up. I slowly opened my arms, and stretched my legs out. Then I stood up.
I can do this I thought. Just pretend like it never happened and it'll go away.
I got dressed into black skinny jeans, my black combat boots, and my green tank top with a black sweater on top. I quickly run my brush through my hair, brush my teeth, and grab my bag. Then I walk downstairs, and scoot out the door before anyone wakes up. The last thing I want to do it talk to one of my family members.
I grab my skateboard from the porch, and skate down my street.
I stop at a crosswalk and throw my IPod on. I don't even remember what songs came on, I was too distracted.
Before I knew it, I was at school, 45 minutes early. Great! Now I can sit and do nothing but replay a truly traumatizing moment that I just had through my head over and over. What fun!
I decide to go to the library because it's always open early. I walk in, grab a book off the shelf, and walk around to find a good hiding place to sit and read. I'm just looking around thinking about how nice it will be to be alone and peaceful for a few minutes, when....
Oh great.
Look who it is.
Sam!
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I could say the same to you," he replied, as he looked up from his book. We made eye contact and I noticed the color of his eyes were so unusual. Blue mixed with some sort of purple color that made them sort of violet. There was also some grey and black so his eyes were mainly just dark with a little splash of color.
"Why are you at school so early?" He asked.
"I could say the same to you," I mocked.
"I just wanted to get out of my house a little early today-couldn't deal with my sister any longer."
"Oh. I see. Younger or older?" I asked. 
"Younger." He replied and then went back to his book. He clearly didn't want to talk, but then again neither did I.
Then I realized something, I wasn't freaking out inside and on the verge of a mental breakdown anymore. I realized that what I needed was a person. Not to socialize with, but to just be there. He was the only option, so I went next to him and sat down.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Sitting." I responded. "Look I don't want to talk to you right now either, but I also don't want to be alone so I'm just going to sit here, and you're going to continue reading as if I'm not here, ok?"
He looked at me and I couldn't tell what he was thinking about. He seemed like he was trying to read me, instead of his book. It started to make me uncomfortable, so I flipped open my book, and started to read.
"Alright." He finally said.
Then He turned back to his book, and we both read in silence for the next half an hour.