>>We're From Different Worlds<< Danisnotonfire Au

Chapter 36: Pfft, Who needs sleep?

~ Ellie~

    " Phil? Aren't you tired?" Anna stares at him. " I'm pooped, and really cold, so lets go to bed."

    " Yeah," Phil runs into Anna, pulling her to his bedroom. I bury my face into the couch, and blink back tears. Why did I stand in Phil's way when he barreled ass down the stairs? I would have been dead now, everyone would be happy. But Noooooooo, I had to ruin four more peoples lives. I've even guilt someone into loving me. 

     " El?" Dan's broken voice makes it harder not to cry. I've effected him enough to cared.

 Dear god, I'm a monster.

     " Yeah?" I mumble from the couch.

     " Are you feeling alright?" He speaks softly.

     " Yep," I choke, I know i'm fucked. Dan scoops me up despite my protests. 

     " There's no since in lying," He smiles down at me. " I'll find out." He picks me up bridal style and carries me towards his room.

     " Dan it... it's fine I can sleep on the couch," I croak, tears melt into his blazer.

     " What have you been smoking?" Dan asks, laughs. " Whatever it is, I want some," I squirm out of his arms, soaking up guilt like a sponge. I walk into his room, grab my bag, then going to the bathroom. I lock the door, stripping out of this annoying dress. I put on a blue tank top, SpongeBob pajama bottoms, fuzzy socks, and an angry birds hoodie. I put the hood up, looking in the mirror. All of my scars aren't showing, perfect. I walk out of the bathroom, seeing Dan in his bed. I can't sleep in his bed, I'll just wake him up. I walk to the lounge, plopping on the couch.

 ~ Dan ~

    Did I say something? I turn over in my squeaky bed, not able to sleep. Why was she wearing so much clothing?  Maybe she's cold  you utter butt fuck. But it's like 1,000 degrees in here..... I hop out of my bed, going to check on her. I feel the September night's breeze, then spot the lump on the balcony. She looks out into the night, I hear her sniffling. " Hey," I whisper, she turns to face me.

    " Hey," She croaks.

    " Couldn't sleep?" I ask, sitting next to her. 

    " I guess you could say that," She chuckles, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.  " What about you?"

     "  I've got a lot on my mind," I sigh, leaning on her. " Why couldn't you sleep?"

     " Hot flashes," She replies, not meeting my eyes.

     " You don't have to hide them," I watch little tears drip down her cheeks.

      " Hide what?" She acts confused.

      " Your scars," I whisper, she begins to cry. Not one or two tears, but full on sobbing.

      " Yeah, I do," She replies, barely audible. " If you see what he did, you'd go dig him up, revive him, then kill him again," She forces a laugh, shakily wiping her tears away again. " God knows I do every time I see them." 

      " Can you tell me what happened?" I whisper. No one told us what happened other than she got burned by an oven. We have no idea where, or how bad. I mean, there must only be a big one down her arm. How bad can you hurt someone with an oven? 

      " How much do you know?" She asks.

      " Just that you got burned by an oven," I stare at her face, hoping she'll look up at me.