Alaina Clark

Chapter 3

Laying on my right side, my left arm is thrown over Dean's torso. Dean's arms are locked around me as my head rests on his chest. Our legs are a tangled mess, like I imagine our hair is. No light is visible though the closed curtains covering his window, so I'm assuming it's the middle of the night. I can't help my thoughts from drifting to Elizabeth. Having a sister is wonderful, you have someone to share your whole life with. The only thing I hated sharing with Liz was food, but other than that we had no boundaries. Loosing a sibling is one of the worst things you can experience, it's even worse when it's your twin. Identical twin at that, you share so much more, you've been together since the very beginning. One day you're helping each other survive the great challenge that is life, and the next you're all alone wondering how your life got so messed up. That's how I felt when she disappeared a year ago almost to the day. Yesterday was the anniversary of her disappearance, and I'm still not sure how I survived such a dreadful day. Dean served as the perfect distraction. He knew how hard it was for me, so he made sure to keep a smile on my face all day long. Words don't exist that can express how thankful I am to have Dean as my best friend. He's always been there for me, and for that I am eternally grateful. His skin is warm against mine, and that's when I realize he's shirtless. I find myself wondering how he maintains his body heat. Despite the fact that his room is always cold and that at the blanket that I assume was covering us has fallen to the side and is barely hanging off of the bed, his skin is still warm. I tilt my head upward in order to look at him. All I can make out is his silhouette due to the lack of light. My assumption is correct, his hair is a mess. The thought makes me smile, and I lay my head down on his bare chest once again. Readjusting my grip on him I snuggle deeper into his chest seeking warmth as a shiver runs down my spine. Even in his sleep Dean somehow notices and absentmindedly pulls the blanket over us. He tightens his grip on me and tilts his head in a way that allows me to feel his breath in my hair. At first it kind of tickles, but after a bit it pacifies me. I feel safe in Dean's arms, knowing he will always take care of me. Even while he sleeps his subconscious allows him to take care of me. Silently thanking God for bringing Dean into my life, I succumb to sleep listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat.