Am I Dreaming? (an Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

*Lyssa's POV*

I looked over at Jessica, cocooned in a blanket a flight atrendant had given her after she passed out.

Jessica has been my legit bestfriend since she was in 6th grade and I was in 8th  We met on a playground at recess while playing hide and seek. She wasbthe hider, I was the seeker.

Since then, we've been attached at the hip.

As we grew older, we starting having sleepovers and we'd go see a movie on the weekends.

She'd always sit and listen to me rant about my horrible day at work or she'd give me advice on guy problems.

When we got tired of peoples shit, we wpuld sit at her house and play video games while drinking coffee and going outside for smoke breaks in between.

She was my safe haven.

When her parents died, I offered to move in with her and helped her through the good times and the bad.

I guess you could say that we became closer once I moved in. Sure, we got into our fights when we were both pmsing, but we always made up.

Sometimes we didn't always see each other because we both had work (I worked at a local mini-mart and she worked at the mall) and she had to go to college every few days out of the week, but when we did see each other, it was great.

A small smile appeared on my face as I turned my gaze from her and watched a little screen in front of us that showed the airplanes progress as we inched closer to London. We were only 20 minutes away now.

Not going to lie to you, I was nervous about getting on this plane. I hated planes, but I did want to travel someday, so I had to mentally talked myself through it. I looked down at my phone and saw it was playing A Part Of Me by Neck Deep. I paused the song to lean over and shake Jessica awake.

"Dude" I whispered as loud as I could, "wake up faggot, we're almost there."

Her eyes snapped open and she junped away from my reach, breathing heavily.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I questioned, watching her facial expression go from shock to relief as she sat back down and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands.

"Just a bad dream again." she said before sighing and biting her lip.

"Who was in it this time?" I asked, curious.

"My ex Jonathon. Remember him?" she said in a soft voice, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

I vividly remembered her ex. He had beaten her on several occasions and always tried to make it up to her afterwards by buying her shit.

"what a fucking twat"  my inner self commented as I mentally agreed with her.

I leaned over and gave her a tight hug, which she quickly returned.

After letting go, she looked to her right, out the airplane window and gasped. I raised an eyebrow at her and peered out the window myself.

Wow. This view is amazing.

*Jessica's POV*

"I never loved you. Our whole relationship was a lie. You're ugly and fat. I don't know why I ever dated you. You're worthless." a voice echoed in the dark room I was in. I knew exactly whose voice that was. My ex of two years. Jonathon Ferriro. I dated him in the 9th grade until 11th grade. I broke up with him because he had anger management issues. We tried to work it out. I thought he'd get better, but it only got worse. He abused me as much as he could, and then apologize a few minutes later after realizing what he'd done.

It had emotionally scarred me.

I tried to adjust my eyes to the dark room, but to no avail. I patted the cold floor around me as I slowly stood up, feeling completely helpless.

"GO AWAY" I shouted at the darkness, rage and betrayal thick in my voice.

I started to back away from where I thought his voice had been coming from, but I never found a nearby wall to push up against.

"..not this time" his voice whispered in my ear, giving me chills. With no time to react, he locked his arm around my neck from behind me and twisted my neck before I was pulled under and everything went silent.

"dude" I heard someone say near me "wake up faggot, we're almost there."

Something pushed me and I jumped away, my eyes flying open as I took a sharp breath.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Lyssa asked in a concerned voice, leaning towards me.

I looked at her, slowly coming back to reality once I realized that I was alive and safe. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes, sighing. "Nothing, just a bad dream again." I said in a groggy voice. I really don't want to talk about it.

"Who was in it this time?" she asked, a hint of curiousity in her voice.

I sighed again, and looked at her, ebfore replying "My ex, Jonathon. Remember him?"

Lyssa nodded her head slowly in response, mutterting to herself.

I looked out the window, and gasped.

Everything was so beautiful up here.

Thin white clouds passed by us as I saw the ocean below, it was a deep blue color.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing in a few minutes and may experience a bit or turbulence from descending. Please stay in your seats at all times. Thank you." the overhead announcer spoke.

This was really happening. I was going to step foot in London in a few minutes. L O N D O N.

I quickly pulled my phone out to see if I got any messages from my long distance friend, Sebastian.

He responded, asking when we were landing so he can come meet up with us at the airport.

I shot him a short message saying that we were going to arrive in a few minutes.

Apparently, he was already in the area, so he would meet up with us after we landed.

I laid my phone back down, smiling to myself as the plane pulled closer the to ground.