unexpected - b.w.s

48. Hallucinating

"You cold?" He asked. Now I think about it, I wasn't. I was hot. I guess I didn't notice because my head was dizzy. I can't really remember what happened before Bradley came. I can't remember what I did to make me feel this sick.

I shake my head. Now I could feel the temperature rise. I felt dizzy again, as if the room was turning. I was sweating. It was hard to breathe.

I couldn't see Bradley, in fact it was hard to focus on seeing anything. This top was too tight. Almost like it chafed me around my neck. Without thinking I  lean back, falling onto something soft - his bed. I didn't remember him leaving, but he isn't here.

Maybe I wasn't even in his room. I look around, realising I wasn't. I recognise my own room. My own closet, my own window, the only thing that didn't feel right was the bed. I was dubling more down in it than usual.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it made it worse. My already tight top, felt even tighter. I tugged at the end, trying to get it over my head, but I couldn't. Just like I couldn't get my breath.

"Shit, Maggie what's wrong?!" I suddenly hear Bradley's voice. But yet again I can't see him.

"It's so tight." I complain, still trying to get it off.

"Okay, chill." I felt two hand cup my cheeks, my hands were still on the top, and I insisted on letting go. "Hey..." The hand brushed my cheekbone to calm me down, and it worked, at least a bit. I looked up, only to see my mom. Why did she sound like Bradley?

"Mom?" I asked. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Maggie, I'm... I'm not your mom." She said. I looked into her in the eyes but it was hard since everything was turning around, and as I did her eyes slowly turned from green to brown.

I blinked twice, and now the figure was him. I must be really tired since I thought that. Or maybe it was a dream. It had to be. That was the only explanation to why I felt this wierd. Like I didn't exist.

"It's me." He whispered. His hand was burning on my cheek. I could feel my shirt getting even tighter than before.

I tried to take it off myself yet again, but failed. Why couldn't I even take my own top off if this was a dream, I thought you could do anything in dreams.

"Mags stop, let me do it." I released my hands off my top, and he placed his fingers on the hem of it.

"Lift you arms." He said softly, it sounded soothing in my ears. My arms were heavy, but I managed to hold them up long enough for him to take off my tight top.

I don't think I saw him leaving, but I saw him walking in the door again with something white in his hands. A t-shirt. I tried to lift my arms again, but my body wouldn't move, so he guided them.

The cool material floated down on my torso, but my bra was tight. My head was thumping, making me loose my concentration in power to hold my body up. I was just about to fall forward, but he caught me.

"Please... My bra, it hurts." I said so quietly it was almost hard to hear myself.

"Oh." I he breathes out, while his soft hands are finding their way under the white, cool t-shirt to my strapless bra. He unclasped it easily, taking it out.

My ribcage felt free. I felt like I could proberbly breathe. While Bradley was on his way unbuttoning my black skinny jeans, I thought about what he was doing here. What happened with Katy? I remember she was here earlier.

"Why are you in my room?" I asked, my voice came out to be a lot raspier than I would think it would be.

"You're serious?" He looked up, pulling my jeans all the way down. I nodded.

His facial expression went from thinking I was joking awich was weird, why would he think that - to looking like he just saw a ghost, or shit himself. "Holy shit, you're hallucinating." He brushed his hair back with his hand frantically. I didn't get why he was panicking so much.

"You've taken drugs, you- fuck... You're high." Drugs? I couldn't remember anything about drugs. His eyes were now fixed on me.

"Okay, um, lay down and get some sleep." I did as he said, wrapping the white duvet around me. I liked the color white, it was comforting.

He layed down aswell beside me, taking some of the white duvet. "Aren't you gonna go home to yourself?" I wondered, since we were in my room.

"Shh" He whispered, pulling me closer to him. I was laying with no space between me and his warm body. It wasn't warm in a annoying way, it was actually kind of soothing. I felt safe with the white duvet and his body.

"Babe calm down, your whole body is vibrating." He mumbled in my ear, but I didn't know how to do that.