A broken letter from an angel

🌺Chapter Eight🌺

" She was my anchor that kept me on the ground before my fear consumed my mind and threatened to drive me insane."

💕Serene's POV💕

Am I hearing this right? Naah.. I think I am hallucinating. Correct, that must be it. Stupid cherry vodka sour. Stupid party. Stupid Casper with deep blue eyes. Too much for me. "You know what, grey-eyed monster, I am so drunk that I am actually dreaming of you sitting beside me. Like that will happen in a million years." I snorted. He didn't say anything. Obvious because he is not the real Einstein. My subconscious reminded me. "You can talk to me now, monster; it's my dream. Remember, I get the liberty to listen to your sexy voice. What is wrong with me? Out of all the people I could dream about, I chose you. I should have chosen Ian Somerhalder. He is so hot." I said, throwing my hand in the air. What am I doing? Ya, right, I am imitating a bird. "You think my voice is sexy?" the imaginary monster asked, raising his left eyebrow with a smirk. "Out of all those other things I said, you only caught up with that word. You are dumb in my dream. I am changing you. You need to be smart." I stood on the chair. I started waving my hand up and down. "Look, grey-eyed monster, I am flying. I am a bird. I am a pretty bird." "You are weird, you know, Sienna," he said. He had a faint smile on his lips. And a tinge of awe in his eyes. "Come down, you will hu--" he hasn't even finished his sentence. I twisted my ankle and was falling down. I was ready to hit my head on the cold floor. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, except it never happened. Instead of meeting the floor, I was hitting with strong but yet soft, warm arms. It smells of cinnamon and rose. Weird yet toxic combination. I opened my eyes. Blood ran out of my body when my brown, black eyes met his gray eyes. "You saved me," I whispered. "Believe me, angel, I always will," he said with a smile. "You aren't real. Are you? That makes sense. My imagination is too good. I must get drunk too often. At least then I can see this side of yours in my head." I giggled. "No, you are never getting drunk again. You don't know how dangerous it is," he said while making me sit on the chair. "I am taking you home. Meet me outside. Hurry." I nodded. Wow. My subconscious is gonna ride a car. That's pretty awesogoing toIride int to the room. Ev y other person was drunk. God these idiots. God, am I kidding am drunk too. Mary was kidding?out with a boy. I tapped her. She paused. I told her I was going home. She didn't further question me. Weird. It must be all the hormones. I stumbled on my way to the door. I was falling to the ground when a pair of arms saved me. It's my imaginary monster again. "You saved me again. I am now officially making you my bodyguard monster," I said with excitement. "Told you so, I will always save you. Come on, let's just get you out of here," he said while holding my hand. I felt a tingling sensation. I shrugged it off. I think I'm going crazy. I am getting sensations because of my dream. He led me to his car. I got in the passenger seat. While he was in the driver's seat. I giggled. He looked at me with amusement. "What's so funny?" "I am letting my subconscious drive me." "Don't worry, angel, you are safe," he said with a smirk and started driving. I opened the window and let the air hit me. So refreshing. "Why?" he said. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know I would close it," I said apologetically. "No. I mean, why are you suddenly interested in me? Why do you want to be my friend?" "I don't know. I just feel a connection between us. I don't know, but I want to know you," I said. "You want to know a secret?" he asked. "Oh, yeah, I love secrets. I promise I won't tell anybody." I clapped my hand excitedly. He laughed. Aww, his laugh I will die for it." I feel a connection too." I became blank. Is this really all a dream? God, I hope not. He is so cool to talk to. Please let it not be my hallucinations. "You are real, aren't you?" I asked. "Maybe. Maybe not." He smirked. My eyes were dropping. I was feeling sleepy. My head has now shifted to his shoulder. First, he stiffened. Then he relaxed when he saw me not lifting my head. "I am sorry, Angel," he whispered. I was drifting to sleep. My eyes were close. I smiled and said, "Thank you, Caleb, thank you." That's it. Darkness surrounded me. I woke up the next morning because of the stupid sun. My head was hurting me. Every time I drink, I promise myself not to drink again. Every time I break it. I am a loser. Wait a minute. Who brought me here? I can't remember anything because I was so buzzed. I unlock my phone. I was greeted with thirty-four miscalls from Jules, Casper, and Mikee, who sent twelve messages too. I opened them.
Where the hell are you, bitch? I swear, sir, if I found your head again in the toilet, I will kill you.
Yep, that was from Jules.
I am sorry, Ann. I shouldn't have done that. Please call me. I am worried. I am an idiot. Please forgive me.
These were all from Casper, along with a few other messages. I kind of felt bad for him. I know it wasn't his fault. I am the one to blame. Not him. I just hope he will find someone better. I was scrolling through all the messages. But the last message caught my eye. And my eyes widened. It was from Jake. What the hell is happening on this earth?

Why the hell is that fucking Somerhalder holding you in his arms?

Somerhalder, no, it means a monster was there. It was not a dream. I am screwed. But why can't I remember any of our conversation? I just remember him holding me when I fell. After that, what happened?