Stand Still (Sequel to Dangerous)

Dr. Pike

Previously****

Niall’s pov

“I don’t know if I can do this.” I whispered. She didn’t say anything.

“It hurts. Our love hurts.”

“Okay.” Was all she said to me. Her eyes were empty. But I knew mine were full of pain. Why didn’t she understand? Why didn’t she say anything? Why couldn’t I feel her love for me anymore? I didn’t feel anything from her. Its like she wasn’t there anymore. Like I didn’t know her anymore. And it only hurt more.

I stood from my place and looked down at her.

"Please say something." I said fighting back tears. but nothing came out of her mouth.

If only I knew that silence is a girls loudest cry I would of stayed. But I didn’t know. So I walked away.

　

Now***

Sam’s pov

I was asleep. In my dream I was standing on top of a glass wall so thin I had one foot in front of the other balancing on it. The wall was so high up I couldn’t see the bottom it just faded into black. In fact I couldn’t see anything. The world around me went on forever in pitch black.

I looked down to my left to see grey slow creatures moving around in the dark. The silence was comforting to me, making me feel peaceful. To the right of me down below bright colors appeared, it was so bright it was like that world was screaming at me. I wondered up and down the top of the wall looking at both sides.

I took a closer look at the world to my right with the bright colors. I could make out the color shapes. It was my friends. The bright colors of their clothes and hair were to bright and flouted around them. The colors hurt my brain and eyes. When they spoke it was like they screeched making my eyes squeeze shut at the pain. But it wasn’t just my friends, there were also memories around them. Good memories and bad ones.

The glass wall made a noise that sounded like a groan. I had to chose a side. If I didn’t the glass wall would collapse. I liked the silent world filled with grey. But yet as soon as I was about to jump into the grey world. To leave my friends and family and memories behind me, as they swirled in color. The wall broke underneath me. I was forced to fall into the world of color. I tried to close my eyes to shield myself from the bright color but my dream wouldn’t allow it. I was forced to look. To feel pain. I didn’t understand the pain. The pain tugged at my mind.

I stood from the place I landed and began to walk. I would Indore the bright colors until I could find a way out. I didn’t have physical pain from the color. It was only mental pain. I found a large pool of color. It seemed to be surrounding something. I started to walk through the color. But when I emerged on to the other side I was faced with something I wasn’t prepared for.

I was dangling from the ceiling. I felt cold run down my back. It was the familiar cold of a steel blade. Then the physical pain started. The bright color that hurt my mind started to fade as the physical pain continued.

I woke up out of breath, sweat covering my body. Some lose strands of hair from my bun stuck to my face and the back of my neck. I reached for my phone that was on the floor plugged into the charger. Its light was green telling me it was done charging. I pulled the plug out and held the phone up towards my body. I sat up in my bed and unlocked my phone. The calendar on my phone had the day highlighted. When I saw today was the day before the art show I nearly fell out of bed.

I jumped up out of bed and jumped into the shower. When I was out and dressed in less than 10 minutes I felt a little better. I grabbed my phone to see what time it was. It was only 11. I had plenty of time to finish the last of my three art works I wanted to get out there tomorrow, and get a good nights sleep. I climbed down the stairs to see Nate and Kat cuddling on the couch. Harry was laying across the love seat, his feet dangling off the back, scrolling through his twitter. Harry had a dull, bored expression on his face.