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Chapter Five! The Nightmare and Hangout

As I lay in bed that very night, I thought about how mistakenly wrong I was. Originally, I had fallen asleep peacefully, a smile etched onto my face, and I wasn't thinking about how I was about to scream and sob.

I was wrong.

As I woke up after a few hours, (it was around one o'clock,) I had shrugged off why I had woken up, for I don't usually awaken in the night, (or not often) and it was definitely late in the night. Well, if you consider one in the morning late or early, I guess it would be early, but it doesn't really matter.

I don't actually remember what the nightmare was about, but it did make me cry for a while. I literally just sat in my bed and sobbed openly for fifteen minutes about something I just didn't remember. Stupid.

However, I guess without the rubbish nightmare I wouldn't've been able to have one of the best (and embarrassing/worst) moments of my life. Probably a moment that affected my future. A real Butterfly effect. Or, I guess in theory, it really is just a theory. Or in this story reference, it is a theory that actually happened. Is that a thing?

And finally, after a half an hour, I decided to do something that caused the butterfly effect.

I got up from my bed, and turned the knob of my door. Locked. I unlocked the door and slid out to the hall. I turned left and started down the long hallway. As I walked, I listened to the quiet breathing of everyone else.

Ari's soft breath's. She was sleeping peacefully. Her pale blonde hair was scattered around the pillow. Stuffed animals littered her floor. Brianna was sleeping, but silently, something that happened to myself. Her room couldn't've been more of a contrast, with white walls and tons of paintings on them. She was artistic. And Jake's room, posters of games and a huge T.V. on one of the walls. He must've been a gamer. I didn't know much about him. Well, that's something I can mention.

And finally, I reached the door I had been dreading. Perhaps I should just walk back to my room and not sleep. That wasn't an option. If I didn't sleep I would be so tired the next day, and if I was tired, I was cranky, and it was my sleepover as well. Very bad combination.

I was just a little kid. I was just scared of my nightmares. I just wanted someone who would comfort me. Before when I had nightmares, there was nobody. Nobody could help me when I was sobbing and got sick. Nobody could even bother. Sleep was more important than a wasteful little girl who couldn't take care of herself.

"Mark... Jack?" I whispered into the darkness. My eyes had adjusted already to the darkness of pure midnight. I could hear a shift from the bed. I felt my cheeks slowly turning red, and I was really embarrassed.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" Mark whispered. His voice was scratchy, but something about hearing his voice was soothing to me. Maybe I could feel the safety aura that had once wrapped me before when I first walked home, wrap me once more.

"I-It's just nothing.. I had a nightmare, sorry for waking you guys.." I glanced down at my feet. They nervously shifted. I was going to cry again. I could feel the tears hit my cheek, and against my cold pale cheeks, my tears were soft and warm. I wanted to outright sob, but I stayed silent.

"C'mere kiddo, it's okay.." Mark sat up and I sat next to him on the bed. Jack obviously felt the shift of weight, and sat up to see my silhouette. I rubbed my eyes, and they were puffy. It was most likely from my sobbing.

Mark wrapped his arms around me, and without doubt, I sobbed into his chest. And, he let me. I was shocked, but didn't overreact. Mark let me sob into his chest. I admitted about how scary it had been, and what the dream had been about.

"Gone.. Gone.. You were gone.. and it was horrible.." I cried. I rubbed my eyes. Jack wrapped his arms around me as well, and it felt amazing. It was like yesterday when Jack had hugged me, and I felt an affection I had never felt before, and I thought that was heaven, but this was true heaven in one.