Sleepwalking // xBayani [ON HOLD]

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“Get away from the window, honey,” my mother said, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to the center of the room. I see Will shake himself awake and look over at us, worried. “Do you have any idea what you were doing?!”

 

“I― Mom, I was sleepwalking again, I swear, that’s all it was,” I stutter.

 

“To me it looked like you were jumping out of that window,” She looks frightened. “Jordan, you’re not suicidal, are you?” She whispers hastily.

 

I had to take a minute or two to think about this; was I? Was I unknowingly suicidal, wanting to die, yet not…?

 

“N―no, I don’t think so, I mean, I don’t intend on dying, but…”

 

“Jordan, babe,” my Mom starts to most likely go into a deep conversation about life, but I turn my attention to Will. He looks frightened, honestly very frightened, god damn, the fear filled his eyes densely. I― I could understand why. He has only a small idea of what’s going on. A minute later I hear a door open from the hallway. Karissa was awake.

 

“Rissa, honey, go back to bed, I’m just talking to Jordan,” My mother shook her away quickly.

 

“What’s going on?” She asks, yawning.

 

“We’ll tell you in the morning. Goodnight, Rissa.” I say quickly. She gives me a look but silently returns to her room, not questioning what she had just been told. More footsteps appear throughout the hallway, the figure stepping in revealed Trevor. He was the only other person who was here, so it had to be him.

 

“What the hell’s going on?” He asks.

 

“Something to do with Jordan, Trevor. It’s okay.”

 

“You sure? Do you want me to talk to him?” Trevor questions towards my mom.

 

“I―” she pauses, “Yes. You should talk to him, actually. It seems he’d listen to you more than me, to be honest.”

 

“That’s not true, Mom. I listen to you all the time.”

 

“I know you don’t when it comes to serious things like this. Trevor, I’m trusting you here.”

 

“It’s okay,” Trevor deadpans. He and my mother switch places, and she goes to bed. Before closing her bedroom door, she gives me another worried look and half―frowns. “So what was up? What just happened?” I hear Will sit up.

 

“I― I really don’t know, I couldn’t wake myself up, it was almost like I needed someone else to wake me up―”

 

“Why’s the window open?” Will asks, rubbing his eyes as if he just woke up.

 

“To be completely honest, I don’t know half of what just happened… All I know is that my mind wasn’t controlling my body. I― I really don’t know what that was.”

 

“What were you doing that made you open the window?”

 

“It’s like― a second half of my mind decided it’d be a good idea to take a drop a few stories.”

 

“Wait― like, suicide?” Trevor asks, frantically saying it.

 

“I… Think so… I don’t know why, like I said, but… Yeah…”

 

“Jordan, you need help, you need to go to mental therapy… If you can’t start to control this shit, you’ll need to.” Will says.

“I know, I know…” I finish. Everyone’s silent. The awkwardness quickly fills the air, making me feel severely uncomfortable. I sigh, and move my arms as if to get up, and slowly do so. Will and Trevor are giving me worried and questionable stares, so getting to my room was really important. I really didn’t want to feel this tension that I was feeling in the room. I wanted to get away from it.