Die to Live

Chapter 2: "Sleepless"

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It was 2:00 am and sleep seemed to be playing hide and seek with me because it was really hard to push my thoughts away.

My eyes were red and heavy but still, I could not sleep. The hours passed, my phone ran out of battery and hunger started to scream inside my stomach. I noticed Jane was not in bed, she must be in the bathroom I thought or reading in the living room. I got out of bed and walked towards the kitchen but somehow, I got lost in my own house.

"I'm not drunk", I thought, remembering what I last did yesterday. But I was sure feeling dizzy and a little uncomfortable.

All the lights went off because of the random storm. But being as I am, I stubbornly tried a hundred times to turn on the light of the living room (or what I thought was the living room) but nothing happened. Thunder echoed inside my house and very bright flashes of lightning once in a while helped illuminate my path as I walked, but, I found me self-disoriented, I felt lost. Suddenly I was walking by a hallway, my feet creating a soft echo, it was very dark so I placed a hand on the wall as I walked for support.

"Jane is that you?" I said out loud when I heard a voice, but no one answered. 

There was a strange vibe about it, some voice in my head, it was telling me to turn and leave, a sense of trouble punched my chest.

It felt like if I had never been here before since the distances between one room to another were a thousand miles further than normal, but I kept walking anyway until I had to stop my tracks to look at my hand. The wall was wet. Strange, since I was inside my house. I'm definitely drunk.

When I looked at my fingers, adjusting my eyes from the poor light and my lack of energy, all I could manage to see was some dark red liquid. After a moment of observation, I smelled it and realized it was blood. Jane, I whispered. My energies flew from 0 to a 1000. I was already thinking the worst, all the horror movies I've seen in my life were playing in my head at once. Immediately, I looked up and saw a very particular door in front of me, interrupting my way. It looked very old, rustic, familiar too but I couldn't remember where was that door from, definitely, I had never seen it in my house before, neither did I know, how I got to it. Maybe it was the shadows of the trees and the poor light available that was making me see things. But I couldn't help feeling anxious. I really need some sleep. 

I was filled with terror and agony, my heart as loud as drums, my breath was fast, my palms were sweating. It called so much my attention, it was different from all the other doors at my house and it brought to me this weird feeling, something I can't explain. I wanted to run away but curiosity wouldn't let me. I wanted to scream but my voice was on mute.

"Jane... What did I do? I don't remember anything. Last night I was with Jane but where is she?." I kept telling myself. "How did I get to this door? Was I sleepwalking and broke in another house?. Wtf is going on?" I couldn't stop talking, asking myself questions I didn't have the answer for. 

I've always had the bad habit of overthinking and making everything worst in my head. It was like a non-stop torment I had in reply every time I felt the least anxious. I hated it, but I couldn't stop it, less when there is blood involved. Or when my head makes me think there's blood envolved.I don't even know what to think anymore. 

Since it was very dark,  I couldn't see very well the details but I swear, there was something written on that door with what I thought was blood. I carefully and as slow as I could, took a step closer swallowing my fear. Shaking, I directed my hand to the words, but when I tried to focus on the reading my eyes snapped open.

It was a dream. Or so I believed.

I was panting, and a very weird feeling in my chest was bothering me. I was so confused. 

"Was it really a dream? But why does it feel so real? Did I faint and Jane carried me to bed and that's how I got here?"

I looked at Jane to check if she was okay and she was very asleep, so I let her be. I got up from my bed making sure not to wake her up, went to the bathroom turned the light on, making my eyes hurt and washed my face with ice cold water to relax a little from the nightmare. I poured the water over my face and it felt like if I hadn't slept in a year. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I noticed dark circles around my brown eyes. My black long hair was pointing to all directions and I looked paler than ever.

"I need a haircut."

I said as I brushed my hair with my hands to the back, resting them on the back of my neck as I stared at myself. After a moment, I pressed my hands to my face and rubbed my eyes, took long breaths, my eyes closed and told myself it was just a nightmare. It was really hot so I took my shirt off and dried my face with it. Taking one more glance at my reflection, I noticed I've grown some muscles and my abs were finally making their full appearance. 

The storm was still there, roaring with madness just like in the dream. Or he'll of a  nightmare I might say.

I turned the light off and walked back to bed but I had to stop my tracks to look at her, her dark blonde hair with a touch of gold at the ends, all over the pillow and her cheeks covered in a very light natural shade of pink with some freckles on top. She looked so relaxed... I bumped the back of my head as I leaned in the wall and she opened her eyes. Those olive green eyes that if you look close enough you can see a shade of yellow in the center of them. She released her perfect smile at me and asked:

"Are you going to stare at me all night?"

I chuckled and said:

"why not?" making her blush. 

"What time is it?" She said with her eyes closed.

"It's 3:00 am baby, sorry I woke you up."

"It's ok, the storm is not helping anyway, come here." She padded the empty side of the bed, and I caught her staring at my body when I turned around after putting the shirt in the casket. 

"Like what you see?" I passed my right hand through my hair, then placed both hands on the bed, one on her left and the other on her right making me lower my body towards her, kissed her forehead and in continuation, placed one knee after the other and rolled to my side of the bed. 

I laid beside her and wrapped my arm around her waist. After a moment she asked me:

"Is everything alright?"

I told her I just had a stupid nightmare but that was it. Just a nightmare, nothing to worry about. I stayed awake trying to understand what happened but my head was made an endless maze. Without noticing I fell asleep.