Difficult Souls

Is reality real???

I was running towards the tunnels and then suddenly BOOM I crashed into a wall . I wondered if this was a dead end . I looked around myself just to find walls and more walls , I could see the people coming I could sense them but I did not know what to do . It was an impulsive decision, it was either to live or die . I saw them . I saw each one of them , every single face that was latched onto my memory for the past few years . He pulled my hair and I screamed and woke up to the voice of Ryan telling me I'm fine .

I was panting from exhaustion and went all the way crazy.
I did not realise I was clutching on for dear life .

Ryan hugged me and held me until I calmed down. The effect of the dream was trecherous.

I was fazed and I looked up to Ryan , he was accustomed to these freakouts . Ryan you everything about me but it did not seem to face them that I had been through such terrible and painful things that even now after 3 years I still get nightmares. He knew everything from the start and knew everything till the end . He was my best friend but he was my only solace,  within a world full of Monsters and Demons he was my angel in disguise, he helped me through many problems and will help me through many more but I also know somewhere deep down within that I can not depend on him in the future when we part ways.
It was a very disturbing thought and I wanted to dismiss it but I just couldn't...
It was like somewhere deep down I knew that I am not the strong person I portrayed myself to be ..

It was hard being a Sanchez , too many expectations from people .
Too many restrictions and too many responsibilities ...
And in a world full of societal norms and standards that I had to follow , Ryan was my solace
I found peace and I found confidence .

After a while I had calmed down and was eating breakfast which Ryan had prepared because I can't cook for shit ...

Well let me tell you a little secret , I do know how to cook but Ryan has this crazy notion that he cooks better than me so I let him have it .
It has resulted in a few broken kitchenware and a burnt stove but it was worth it ..

Ryan does so much for me but I dont do anything for him .
Whenever I say that he just says ,"You being here is all that matters to me Zoey"

I kept zoning out during breakfast and Ryan was looking at me very skeptically and to add on to the humour he has this whole 'what the hell are you not telling me' look with a frown and a quirked eyebrow that makes it so much funnier that I couldn't control myself and burst out laughing

We ended up having a Game of Thrones marathon and he stayed the whole weekend ...

It was quite normal for us and Mr and Mrs McAllden were obviously used to it .
They and my parents had this thing in their heads that me and Ryan were gonna end up together ..
Like people hello dont you see he looks at me like I am made of freaking glass and he treats me like his little sister.

Although the notion is too good to be true I still have a little bit of hope that is actually crushed when he calls me kiddo ..

Its now midnight and I am tired as fuck but I still have some homework to do so I grab my laptop and set onto write an essay on the current economic crisis of the world ..