A Little Bit Of Everything (EARLIER CALLED YOUNG, WILD AND FREE)

25. // Nightmares //

From "'Hope' is the thing with feathers - (314)" by Emily Dickinson:

"Hope is the thing with feathers,
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without words,
And never stops-at all."
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I suddenly sat up in bed. I don't know why, but something had woken me.

I looked around frantically, trying to decipher where I was.

I saw the open window, light gusts of wind blowing in, the pale blue curtains swaying slightly, as if dancing in rhythm to the inaudible music of the breeze.

I then remembered where I was. I was in Noah's room. I took the opportunity to look around, I didn't need the light, because the beams of light lent to me by the moon was enough for me to take in the beauty of the room.

It was so different, yet so much like him. The first thing in the line if my vision was a huge bookshelf. By huge, I mean HUGE. There were at least a hundred books in it, and it all felt like a dream. A fabulous dream of a condition of beautiful fantasies.

I walked up to it, and gently touched the books. I made up my mind to read every one of those one day.

One corner of the room held a study table. But the best part of the whole room where the walls. They were painted dark blue, with a matte finish.

But what was so beautiful about them were the pictures. One whole wall was covered with them.

There were photos of him, his family back when he was younger, and his dog.

There was also a picture of him and a very beautiful girl.

She had long red hair, and dazzling green eyes. She looked at him with so much love, and he looked back at her the same way.

It was as if the whole world started and ended with her. He looked at her like she was the moon, the sun and the stars, all in one beautifully combined mixture, the mixture being love.

She must be the girl he was talking about. His girlfriend.

Was she was the one he was talking about, then he was hurting more than he was letting on, because the happiness bursting out of them was evident.

I wanted to know more, I wanted to dig deeper into his heart, and figure out some things on my own.

I suddenly realised that I wanted to be a part of his mysterious past.

That day, when he was crying, it broke me. He was my best friend, he had to be happy. He wasn't allowed to be sad.

I suddenly wanted to help him. He hadn't genuinely smiled since that day.
I wanted him to be ... Him again. The Noah I knew best, the Noah who always managed to make my smile, and the boy loved to irritate the hell out of me.

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I was lost in my thoughts, staring at the moon, as it played with the clouds, when suddenly, I heard a loud scream.

I rushed to the hall, and I saw Noah screaming. And I mean... Really screaming. I rushed up to him, and started shaking him, asking him to get up.

He was having nightmares, I knew, because I had them too, and if you didn't wake up on time, they could lead you astray. They could make you believe anything you want, they can use you, manipulate you, and run your entire life.