I Guess We'll Never Know (adopted by fob)✔

Twenty-Four

I really don't need to put the name up cuz I don't really change POV's so just assume it's Ty's unless I say otherwise!
"I'll see you guys later!" I waved out the bus window at All Time Low and Pierce The Veil. Pete pulled me back inside and told me to go entertain myself. "Ah fuck!" I looked over at Joe, who dropped his candy, and I snickered quietly. "JOE, STOP MAKING A MESS ON THE BUS!" He whined and I giggled again, louder this time. "You think this is funny?" I stiffened slightly at the seriousness in his voice. "N-No." I was used to Pete yelling at me but not my uncles. If I'm going to be honest, yelling scares me. Sure Pete and I scream at each other on a daily basis, but that doesn't mean it doesn't scare me. I moved back toward my bunk and crawled in. Not even 5 minutes on the bus and I already pissed Joe off. Dammit. I decided to close my eyes and take a nap.

"Ty, it's dinner time." I heard him but made no indication that I did. "Is she asleep?" "Yeah. Can we just bring the food onto the bus and when she wakes up she can have it?" "Yeah that's fine. Joe stay here with her. I'll bring you something back too." I tensed a bit and scooted to the far back of my bunk. I have no idea why I'm so scared of him. He just got mad at me a little bit. I heard footsteps and I let out a small whimper. "Ty, I know you're awake." I turned away from the curtain and tried to calm myself. "Ty, are you okay?" I shrugged and turned back toward the voice. I deeply regretted it, but I can't change it. "We're back!" I tensed again and pressed my hands to my ears to stop the noise. I heard shouting then some movement before Pete was staring me in the face. His face was contorted and he looked like a monster. "Tyler?" I shook my head and pushed myself away from him. "Pat? Do you know what's going on?" "I don't know. It doesn't seem like she's having a panic attack. I've never seen this before." I pushed myself into a corner and I felt my breathing quicken. "Now she's having a panic attack. Whatever she's seeing is causing her to panic. Ty, honey I need you to listen to me and focus on my voice. Can you do that?" I opened my eyes and let out a small scream. It wasn't Patrick, it was some monster. And I passed out from the lack of oxygen going to my lungs.

When I came to, I felt like I had been hit with a brick. "You're awake!" Pete pulled me into a hug. "What happened?" "The doctor said you have something they call walking dreams. It comes with insomnia, but I've never heard of it. You're awake but you can't tell the difference between dreams and reality. They said it's extremely rare." "Am I okay now?" He shrugged. "They gave us insomnia pills, but they don't know if that'll stop it." I felt like I had been hit with an actual brick. I could never sleep well again. I can't just go to sleep and wake up all fine and dandy. There's always going to be a slim chance I'll have a waking nightmare staring me in the face. "When's the concert?" He frowned. "You've been out for 3 days. The concert was postponed until next week." Great, I have a rare ass condition and I've fucked up tour already. "Can I leave?" He looked at the door and held up a finger. "I'll go ask a doctor." I sighed and wiped my watering eyes. "Mrs. Wentz, how're you feeling?" "Physically and emotionally drained." The doctor nodded. "Have you ever had this happen before?" "Well seeing as I've never been hospitalized for seeing monsters, then I'd say yeah." "Ty, don't be rude." "He asked a stupid question. Of course this is my first time."