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Part 86 - Most beautiful dream

Day off! Day off! Day off! 😳🎉😂👌🏻
Yeah, I still couldn't sleep long but this has its beauty in having this whole day even longer.
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(Vanoss POV)
I lay into my bed in complete darkness, my head hurt from so many thoughts. I didn't understand a single thing. I was so desperate for the answers that I even came up with ideas like David helped me, since there was an FBI sign on the papers, Tyler could hear me through the communicator, or even that Mark, or Jack, got that necklace just to save my ass.

I was so lost, so confused and puzzled, that I stood up, looking for sharpest object in the room. I felt like this was one of the best solution for me. The first task was behind me, two others awaited, and I had no idea what to expect. Maybe it was the time to go away, let the others take responsibilities.

I felt anxious, nervousness completely blurred my mind. It was the miracle that I spotted scissors in the little box on the table along with pens and pencils without even turning my lights on. I grabbed them and returned back to my bed.

They say it helps, right? I'm not hurt inside, well maybe I'm. We can try it. Fuck, don't be nervous. This is fucked up, I'm fucked up!

I felt the cold steel on my right wrist, but I was so afraid of doing it. Firstly I didn't know how, secondly I was too much afraid to do it. I sighed and felt new tears slowly forming in my eyes.

I'm such a weaker. I don't have a courage to even cut myself.

I jumped in surprise, my head shot up, when the lights went suddenly on. I immediately regretted that decision. Firstly I got blind, forced to shut my eyes, secondly the steel slid over my skin, ending on the ground.

"What are you doing?"

My whole world stopped, my heart stopped, my breathing stopped. The voice I heard was too much familiar to be real. I felt someone touching my hand.

No! No, no,no, no. This is not real, no. Fuck, I went crazy.

I slowly opened my eyes, seeing him with the mask, I remembered so damn well, on his knees in front of me. He held my hand, inspecting my wrist. I saw so much worries and pain in his all the time emotionless blue eyes.

"I didn't give you any permission to hurt yourself," he said, and l didn't even care the blood on my wrist, I didn't mind the pain. 

That was the smallest part which worried me. His touch, his presence, even his cologne felt so real but I knew this was completely impossible. Delirious I knew didn't care about me, he didn't even knew I was here in the first place, he didn't know what I was doing.

I watched as he looked around. He put my wound hand on my tights, then picked up the scissors and cut the cloth from his shirt. Right after that he carefully took my hand again, slowly bandaging the cut.

What is happening? Am I dreaming? This has to be a dream!

When he was done, he looked up to me. I was still frozen, still processing what was going on. He stood up, putting his hand on my cheek. It felt so soft.

"Don't do it ever again, ok?" He whispered, and I just blinked.

"Am... a-am I dreaming?" I accomplished say something.

"Yes."

Can dream person say yes in the dream? Apparently yes.

"Y-y-you're n-not real then?" I whispered, feeling tears in my eyes.

He sighed, letting go of my face. I felt suddenly so cold without his touch. Even when this was a dream, I wanted to feel him.

"You're the hero, Evan. For what you're doing."

"I'm not a hero. I'm fucked up. This is not me, I-I can't do this. I have... I have two other tasks ahead, and I'm not you."

He was silent, and I decided to continue.

"I-I though I can be like you. I thought... I'm capable of it. But it seems I failed."

I watched his hand moving to the back of his head, and within few seconds his mask went slowly down, revealing the beautiful face of his. My heart couldn't go faster anymore.

He slowly smiled, which was so unique for him, then moved to me. Leaning closer, he put his mask on me. My vision got cut off a bit, I saw only through the eye holes. But I still saw him perfectly.

"You're Delirious now. You don't have to be afraid of anything. You're strong, Evan."

I felt somehow special. Like I was immediately closer to him. His words soothed me, and his voice washed away any doubts or fears.

"Now it's time for you to go back to the bed," he commanded softly.

I nodded my head, gladly listening to him. I got under the duvet and looked at him.

"There's somebody else behind this. There's the third person, higher then Mark or Jack," I said, scanning his expressions, but it seems he was emotionless once again.

"I'll take care of it."

I felt so much safer knowing he was with me. Knowing I wasn't alone. I put down my necklace, which was given to me by my grandfather, and handed it to him.

"Take it, please."

He looked at me, then took into his hand. After he put it on, he fixed my duvet, placing a kiss on top of my head.

"Sweet dreams," he whispered, and I smiled.

"I'm really glad my fucked up mind is dreaming about you. I felt really awful and down when we saw each other the last time. And I feel so alone here," I whispered, getting into more comfortable position.

"I'll never leave you, Evan," he replied silently, and I closed my eyes.

I wish Delirious could says this to me in the real time. I feel so much better.

"Maybe I can force my brain to dream about us in the different place then this next time," I whispered, slowly drifting off.

"Maybe."

And with this last word I fell back to the deep sleep.