I wake up at around six o'clock in the morning not being able to go back to sleep. I grab my phone on my night stand next to my bed. I turn it on the light shines in my face. It takes me a minute to adjust to the lightning. I don't really have anything to do on my phone and I doubt any one is up this late. I put Ian, Max and I in a group chat.
Me: Guys?
No answer.
Then, I think about what Alex told me, to text him anytime, but did he actually mean, anytime?
Me: Alex? Hey it's Rose..
Alex: What it is?
He actually answered immediately after I sent the message.
Me: How the hell, are you up so early?
Alex: I can never sleep....
Me: I couldn't sleep either.
Alex: I had a weird dream I woke up from, It's bugging me..
Me: What was it?
Alex: I was in a white room, filled with blood. My older brother was their with a knife and he just keep torturing me, slitting my skin. Suddenly, you appear, and he slits your throat, that's when I woke up...
It took me a moment to respond.
Me: You have a brother?
Alex. Yea, he's twenty three and he's in prison. He used to beat me..bad
Me: Sorry, I didn't know.
Alex: I mean how could you? I always dream about him, that's why I never get any real good sleep.
Me: Dreams, come from what you think about in your head, do you think about him?
Alex: Everyday. I can remember every detail of his face. He had tan skin, a tattoo of a die on his neck. Brown silky hair, strong jaw line. I could go on, and on about him if I wanted too
Me: You think about me?...
It takes him a second to respond.
Alex: All the time.
Me: Oh,
Alex: Sorry if I creeped you out
Me: No, not at all, just surprised you said that
Me: You should clear your mind of all the negative, what are some things you like? Positive things, memories?
Alex: The time I told you I had cancer and diabetes. I felt so relieved
Me: Why?
Alex: You mean a lot. I've never gotten along with someone so well
Me: What about Sam? Nixon? Jax?
Alex: Your different..
Alex: You know I think I'm gonna go back to sleep
Me: Yea, me too, night
Alex: Goodnight Rose
I turn off my phone laying down, letting the darkness take over.
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Lost
Teen FictionRosemary is a seventeen year old girl who just moved away from her best friend Kim, and to a new neighborhood, with a new school with her two new best friends Max and Ian. Along the way, she falls in love with a hot skateboarder named Alexander, but...