Playing A Love game with Mrs.Player

Chapter 5: I dont get it.

~~Danielle's P.O.V~~

I woke up with the feeling of skin under my face. Warm, comforting, strong skin. I knew immediately who it was for two reasons. Reason 1, I wasn't drunk, I remember everything. Reason two, I know his skin, I know how he feels. I sat and listened to his heartbeat for a little while. He was awake, I could tell.

"I know you're awake." The vibration of his voice tickled my face. I remained in my position.

"How?"

"Your breathing patterns change when you're awake from when you are asleep. When you're asleep it's slow and long. When you're awake, it's a bit faster and shorter."

"Oh." I didn't want to tell him I knew that same thing about him. "What else do you know about me?"

"Almost everything."

"Like what?"

"I know your game, I know how you play. I know what makes you happy, sad, and angry. I know your strengths and weaknesses. I know what make you tick, I know how you operate. I know your moods. I know you different heartbeats, for each of your moods. I know your different smile. I know what you mean, even when others aren't very sure. I know how you react to different thing. I know you. Well at least I knew you."

"Thanks for yesterday."

"I wasn't going to let him hurt him. I won't let anything hurt you."

"I don't get it. I don't get how you know me sooo well and seemed to love me soo much, yet you left me. I don't fucking get that! You know what else I really don't get? You tell me you have a logical reason to why you left, it was really bad, but you won't tell me. I'm the person that you are so called in love with, but you won't tell me why you left me. I really don't get that. But you know what I absolutely don't get? I don't get how you say you won't let anything hurt me, yet you're the one that's hurt me the most. That's fucking mind boggling to me. And I'm soooooo done trying to figure it out and crying about it, because the only way I can understand any of this is if you explain. You won't start explain unless one of us wins the game, let's just get this over with. So you say you know me, my game, and how I play. Well then you shouldn't have a problem winning our game, right? You don't know how much myself, my game, and how I play has changed since you left. Good luck, and may the best player win." I walked out of the door and back into my room.

"Dani!"

"Hey Mel, Where's Jess?"

"At her boyfriend's house."

"Umm what's his face? Jake, Jack, Rob. Oh! Oh! Oh! It's Derick right?"

"Yea it's Derick."

"Oh, how long have they been dating? Less than a week?"

"5 days."

"Oh."

"What's wrong Dani?"

"I just don't get him."

"You guys don't get each other."

"No, I'm done! I'm done with this. I can't take the pain anymore. I thought that once I became a player, I wouldn't care about anything anymore; I wouldn't care about him anymore. It worked. It works. I slowly started to forget him; I slowly started to forget the pain. I got caught up in how good it felt. 2 or 3 months ago I ummm started having these nightmares. Well I actually had the same nightmare every night. It was the same nightmare I had the day before Devin's birthday. Every night. I still do. And I'm done. I can't take this anymore! Maybe if we just play our game and if one of us wins, the pain will go away. I won't care anymore. I won't care about him anymore. I know, I know, it's a long shot but I need to try. I need to be done!"