This is my story, Trouble

Ch. 7 She is something

♥   Charley's       ♥
    ♥ Point of view ♥

I wake up with my arms around a girl, with dark hair. She is trying to get out of my grip. Troubèl. She is breathing loudly, and fast. Possibly hyperventilating. Nightmare maybe ?

''Troubèl ?'' I feel her panicking, her body tensed even more than before, and she starts breathing even faster if possible.

''Can't.. Breathe..

Spa..'' Space.

I jump out of bed, taking the covers with me. I run to her side of the bed and open the window. I turn around and kneel so I'm at her height. I place my hands on her cheeks, and turn her head to me. Her cheeks are wet, and I'm not sure if it's because of tears or sweat. Right now it doesn't matter

''Troubèl, it's okay. I'm Charley, you're safe.
Now I need you to listen to me, calm down. Follow my breathing okay ?''

She nods. I barely notice it. Her eyes look frightened. Definetly not a nightmare.

''Okay, breathe. Relax.
Breathe in, and out; slowly. Follow my breathing. In, and out.''

''Okay, it's slowing down. You're doing good. Breathe like me, in and out.'' After a while, she manage to control her breathing. She'll have a dry throat, I should bring her some water. I don't know what she has been through, but it must be something real bad. I think it's related to what happened last night, on the balcony. I stand up to get her a glass of water, as I feel her grab my hand. I turn around and look in her eyes. Questioning, scared eyes look at me, as if she can't speak.

''I'm only going to get some water, I'm gonna be right back, okay ?'' She nods again. She is still panicking inside. I see it because of the way her eyes look around, in a stresful way. Probably wondering where she is.

When I come back, I see her staring at the ceiling. I put the glass of water on the night stand. I don't think she notices me 'cause she is still staring at the ceiling. I put my hand on her shoulder and she instantly moves away from me.

''Sorry, sorry. Calm down. It's okay. You're safe, and I got you some water.'' She slowly moves back and grabs the glass of water. Her hands are shaking. I assume she doesn't want to talk about it, so I don't question it. I just look in her eyes and she just stares right back while she throws back the water. What just happened ? What caused her to have a panick attack ? Did I do something wrong ? Let's see. I woke up. I had my arms around her. Maybe she's heavily claustrophobic ? Wait why did I have my arms around  her anyways. What did I dream about ? 

''Do you have an aspirine ?'' I barely heard her say it, and it's like I lost words. I just keep staring. She pulls up the covers, most likely feeling exposed because of my staring, but I just can't help it.

''Well, do you ?'' This time she says it a little more clear, just looking a little akward at her feet. I clear my throat and force myself to stop staring.

''Uhm, yeah. Give me a second.'' I hand her an aspirine and I pick my Phone. Ten in the
morning ? So early.. I feel myself waking up some more and memories of the party rush back in my head. I remember that she hung around me all evening, distracting me from other girls. She didn't throw herself at me she just.. I don't know what it is about her. Okay so let's see, the game. I got drunk due to all the shots I had to take. My ex was there. What was she doing here anyways ? After the game, we went upstairs. I don't remember much after that. Besides that I almost fell down the stairs.

Better question, what happened in this room.. Me and Troubèl. Did I.. Did we.. Me and.. I sit at the other side of the bed, and look at her again. She is calmed down now. Back to her, emotionless self I've got to know for the past days. As her eyes reaches my eyes I see her have that same look again. The questioning look. This time she is just not so freaked out. She cleared her throat. I instantly look at the ground as I break the silence.