finding you

five

This is probably the closest thing I have ever felt to death.

I don't even know if I'm sleeping or not. It doesn't feel like I am. I don't remember how I got to sleep.

I'm a light sleeper—always have been. I will wake up to the sense of anybody. It isn't the sound of your movement that wakes me, it's the pure sense that someone is there. Call it a sixth sense.

In this case, however, I didn't wake up once during the night. How can you wake up if you didn't even know you were sleeping?

I crack my eyes ever so slightly—cautious, nervous, but alert. Ouch. Light has to be streaming through somewhere because I am being blinded. Maybe if I keep my eyes shut, life will just stop right here, and I'll never have to open them again. I will never have to face what has to be faced when eyes are open.

Slowly, with the same amount of caution as before, I open my eyes and let them adjust to the light. Okay, I was maybe being a tiny bit dramatic. It's not exactly blindingly bright in here. There is however a small window that is letting the morning light shine through wherever it is that I am. Except... Where the hell am I?

My question is suddenly being answered because suddenly I hear footsteps. With each step I can feel the earth shake below me. Okay, hold up. What is this like some nightmare?

I force myself up to look around my surroundings for anything to beat this giant with. The ground is literally shaking. What is happening?

My breathing hitches and I hold it. The walking stops.

I consider shouting out and demand whoever it is to make their presence known but then decide against it. My throat is in no condition for yelling. What time is it even? Maybe I will just have to escape out of here somehow.

Suddenly a few knocks are being sounded at the door. I just involuntarily spring out of bed and land back on it. I honestly may have just peed a bit. Where the hell am I?

I stare at the door.

"Theo?" It's a calm voice. Not scary sounding at all. I don't know how but I somehow get myself to respond.

"Y-Yeah?" It's a peep if anything. Could he even hear me?

Oh my God. I tense at the door suddenly opening. Grabbing my knees, I hug them tightly against me. The giant finally makes himself known. Although not so much a giant.

No. Worse. SO much worse. Oh God, help me.

Rhys is standing in the doorway, staring at me like I'm some wounded puppy he just rescued. Holy hell. He just woke up. Rhyson Collins is literally standing feet away from me and he is in sweats.

I can't help but notice his long sleeve is outlining the tone of his body rather perfectly. Stop it right now, Theo. Not the time.

I swallow hard. My throat is on fire. I need water.

Rhyson Collins is standing in front of me. His hair tousled like he just got out of bed and is looking like a freaking sex god.

Oh no... What do I look like?

"Morning," he speaks slowly with caution, as one would approach a skittish kitten they wish to pet.

I stare blankly. Honestly, I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know what the hell is happening. I have no idea what even happened last night, but I'm assuming it had to do with drinking way too much and losing my friends.