Sleep With One Eye Open

Chapter Seven- Closure

“You’re alive!” I squeaked.

“Of course I am . . .” Andy managed a small chuckle. I helped him sit up against the wall beside me. Andy leaned his head on my shoulder. “I have a headache now. Damn you Robert.”

I frowned and leaned my head on top of Andy’s, strands of his black hair tickling my face.

We ended up spending at least an hour sitting in one spot, occasionally glancing at Robert to make sure he stayed unconscious. The police and Austin were taking forever to arrive. Danny was too tired to talk, Oliver was to sad to even speak to me, and Andy’s headache caused him to fall asleep. I ended up dozing off myself.

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In my dream, I was surrounded by all white. I looked around for anyone in sight. Nothing. I was completely alone. Lost. But then out of nowhere, Oliver and Andy appeared right in front of me, side by side.

Andy was dressed in a black tank top, a black leather jacket fitting him snugly, as well as his black skinny jeans and boots. His shoulder-length hair was straight and teased, falling around his face perfectly, and had no makeup on. Andy looked happy and in love, a smirk planted on his pale complexion.

Oliver for one, had on a red, green, and white tank top and grey skinny jeans. His feet were protected with converse shoes. His dark brown hair fell in waves around his face down to each sides of his chin.Oliver’s colorful tattoos on his arms and neck showed his strength. The only thing wrong with this picture is that he was sad, and had looked like he had been crying.

We stood in silence for what felt like forever. Then, I blinked. Next thing I knew, we were standing high on a cliff near the Gulf Coast, I’m guessing by Texas. It was very windy and cloudy, the temperature mild. But Oliver was no where to be found. Although Andy was right beside me, holding my hand.

Out of no where, Oli appeared on the very edge of the cliff, no more than a few feet away, and his back to me, crouching down. Was he about to jump?

My mouth opened as I attempted to call out his name to save him from killing himself. But nothing came out. I couldn’t speak. I had no voice whatsoever. I could breathe, I could think, but I couldn’t say a word out loud.

Before I knew it, Oliver jumped.

I could not stop him in time.

Andy pulled me close to the edge. I looked down and found Oliver’s mutilated body scattered among the sharp and point rocks below. Tears fell from my eyes as Andy comforted me.

“He loved you . . . He loved you ever since you two met . . .” Andy whispered. “You took me instead of him. It killed him. Literally . . . “

Here I thought the dream would be over, as a wave of sadness swept over me, but the next thing I knew, I felt a heavy push on my back as I was plunged towards the rocks, weightlessness surrounding me.

Andy pushed me.

Subsequently, I was now laying on top of the rocks a sharp pain in my head and spine. I looked over to my right, seeing Oliver’s dead and bloody body. His eyes were still open, the last tear falling from his eye, dripping onto the rock.

Up above, I saw Andy looking down at us, laughing. My heart went stone cold.

“Wake upppp, Jane. Wake up!”

Wait, why’s Andy saying this? I’m almost dead, aren’t I?

Then I hear Oliver’s voice. “Wake up already Jane!” I look over at Oliver’s body. His lips moved as the words were spoken.

Darkness engulfed me and I was gone.

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“Wake up, Jane!”

My eyes fluttered open. All of the guys’ faces were hovering over me with concern. Coming back to reality, I noticed I was lying on my back on the hard floor. I managed to slide back up into a sitting position, pains in my head and spine. . .

“We thought you were dead,” Danny informed us.

“Yeah, you looked like you were just out,” Oliver said, his eyes brightening up a little with relief.

“Before you were out, you were calling out, Oliver! Oliver!” Andy said, gazing in my eyes with concern. “And you screamed like bloody murder, like you were dying. Then you just became all quiet. It looked like you weren’t breathing.”

“We were freaked out, Jane,” Oliver’s eyes softened.

I laughed briefly, “No need to have worried, guys. It was just a . . . dream,” I frowned.

“And what was this dream all about? After all, you were calling my name,” Oliver wondered aloud.

“Well . . .” I recalled my dream in every minor detail.

I left them speechless, all of their mouths dropped open.

“Andy pushed you? And Oliver committed suicide?” Danny recollected, mouth

dropped open widely.

I nod solemnly.

“Wow . . .” Oli whispers, looking away.

I glance at Andy. He has yet to say a word.

The depressing atmosphere evaporates when Austin and a group of police are standing in the doorway. The police see Robert lying on the ground and take him into custody.

“Well hello guys. I’m here to rescue you,” The band manager says, grinning from ear to ear.

Finally!