Drowning In My Own Mind

5

Ricky*

I woke up, my breath coming in short, soft sobs, biting on my knuckle to try and muffle the sound. It didn't work, though, because Chris opened the door to my room a few minutes later.

"Rick?" He took one look at me and just knew what was wrong. He walked over to me and sat down, pulling me into a hug.

"Hey, it's over. I've got you. It was just a dream, Ricky. It's alright, just calm down a bit." I knotted my hands in his shirt, a few tears making thin lines down my face.

"I-I want these t-to just stop!" I choked out, burying my face into his shoulder.

"I know you do. What was it?"

"I-I don't wanna talk about it."

"Ricky," he sighed, "if you talk about it, they might lessen."

"It just- I can't. They're horrible! I just- I just can't talk about them. Not yet." There was no way in hell he was learning how fucked up they were. No. Fucking. Way.

"When you're ready to talk, I'll listen. You're not alone in this." He let me go and went to stand up, but I tugged him back down.

"P-please don't leave me alone?" I was terrified that the next one would be worse than the last one was. His eyes flashed with something, probably pity, before a small smile settled on his lips.

"Alright, I'll stay. How about I go get some movies and we can have a movie day, since we hardly get to actually hang out anymore." I nodded and went to go get some extra pillows and blankets while Chris got the movies. About twenty minutes later, he came in with a stack of movies and a bunch of junk food.

"We're gonna get fat." I joked, gesturing to the snacks.

"So? Who cares?" He laughed, but there was something behind it that seemed a bit forced. I frowned a little bit but looked through the stack of DVDs, pulling out one of Chris's favorites.

"Drive?" I held the disc up and he smiled. I put the disc in the player and we just sat back against the wall, enjoying the movie. Eventually, I started to nod off, not really caring that

1) I was laying on Chris and
2) That the movie wasn't even half way through.

The only things in my thoughts when I finally fell asleep was hoping Chris didn't mind and hoping that I wouldn't have another nightmare.

*Chris*

I didn't notice Ricky had fallen asleep until I heard him snore slightly, his head nuzzled in my neck.

He looks so cute... No, bad Chris!
I carefully replaced myself with a pillow and began cleaning up, taking time to put everything in it's rightful place. I went to the bathroom and took off my make up, pausing in the mirror.

I am getting a little thick...

No, don't down that path; not again. What he said doesn't matter; he's not around to hurt you anymore. He's gone. He's not coming back, not now, not ever.
Having partially reassured myself that he was no longer part of my life, I walked back to Ricky's room, slipping out of my creepers and replacing the pillow. He had asked me to not leave him alone, and I wasn't about to do that. I looked sadly at my best friend; he looked like death had a child with Hell. His face was so thinned out you could've sharpened knives on his cheek bones, and every time I hugged him, I could feel his ribs and collar bones. Hell, I could see his ribs and collar bones.

He's like I used to be... That realization hit me like a fucking truck. These nightmares must be really screwing with him. I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, feeling him move closer to me, curling in on himself. I laid one arm across his shoulders, finally letting myself slip into a dream.

Who do you think 'he' is?
And aren't Chris's actions sweet?
Sorry, shipper feels...
Anywhore, I would like some feedback. Maybe you guys could tell me what you think should happen?
And for my fellow shippers, there's a few chapters before Cricky actually happens, but it's coming ;)