Trapped

Chapter 9

Violet POV

Its been exactly two weeks now since the incident. Somehow, in some very weird, messed up kind of calmity, we are doing alright. Yes I miss my family and friends, god how I miss them, but as the days go on I find myself because more and more self reliant. The other parts of me rely souly on Conner. 

For obvious reasons we are inseparable. A few nights ago I started having nightmares of him leaving or  walking away from me. I know he doesn't want to admit it, trying to keep up his strong front, but he has been having these same nightmares. I've heard him through the night sometimes muttering things, mostly about me leaving him. He would have to be out of his mind, well at least more out of his mind then he already is if he thinks that I would ever leave him. Where exactly would I go?

I feel the bed dip and rustle next to me, signaling that Conner had just gotten up. As weird as it may sound we couldn't even stand being alone even over the night when we're asleep, so we have just started staying in the same bed. It does make it sound like we are clingy, but when you only have one other person on the planet with you, their company means the world.

"mornin" he mumbled as he pulled himself out of the bed. I, for one, just pulled the sheets tighter around me, even in the southern tip of Florida I always felt cold at night and in the morning.

"what time is it?" I grunted while keeping my eyes closed,

"Ten past eleven" I heard from across the room. This shot me right up,

"In the morning?" I asked surprised. I finally cleared my morning eyes enough to see him going through his 'stolen' clothes, smirking at me

"See that thing right there Vi?" He started, pointing to the sun through the window, "When it comes out it means its morning" He said then laughed to himself, I took it upon myself to chuck a throw pillow at him.

"You're so funny" Sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Aw, im gonna blush!" 

"Conner!" At this point he was full on laughing now and I was trying my hardest to supress mine.

I got up from the bed and found my feet walking towards the kitchen.

We arrived at this five star hotel just on the tip of Florida around a week ago and this is basically where we have stayed since. Except for the fact that we can have the best clothes and objects around now, I'm starting to get a little worried about food.

It's not even that the food is going bad, it would show that some things are normal.. but thats not the case. The food isnt going bad. In fact, it has remained the exact same quality ever since the incident. We took this bunch of green bananas a few days ago and they are still green. None of the milk goes bad in stores, even though the freezers were left on so its cold, it wont spoil. Of course, like everything else that has happened so far, it freaked us out for a few days, but now its just added to the list of reasons why my life has turned into a syfy movie.

I poured my juice and turned around to see Conner sitting at the breakfast bar, staring at the ground.

"What was it this time?" I asked him, he already knew what I meant. We have both been having dreams lately that involved the most unexplainable things. Usually mine are just audio, I can hear my mother and father crying usually, or sometimes they are just talking to me. Conner's are usually a lot more intense.

Conner POV

As soon as she asks me, my mind shoots back to all the images I can remember from the dream.

"A bright light, and lots of sirens, that's all I remember right now" I shrugged. I usually dreamt of that bright light. Just this one bright light right in front of me.. I can't lie and say that there were times I had hoped it was like the entrance to heaven or something. But then I remember Vi, I can't bear to think of what I would do without her here with me, and I know its the same for her. I then find that sliver of hope of the after life slip away.