Wonderstruck- A College!Ninjago AU

Apologies

I wake up to complete utter silence, the kind that sends chills down your back and leaves you to wonder if something's gone horribly wrong. My head hurts, especially from the crazy nightmares that have kept me up last night, and I'm covered in cold sweat. I toss and turn, keeping my eyes shut and kicking the blankets off me. I bury my head the pillows to block the light out, but the sleep irritates my eyes and I have to rub them, instantly dashing my hopes of getting even a wink more of sleep. I brush the hair out of my eyes and peer out from under the pillows to take a glance at my alarm clock. It's 5:30. Okay, that's not--5:30?? I throw the pillows onto the carpeted floor and sit up, nearly grabbing my clock with both hands. Holy shit, I'm lucky to wake up at nine! I wonder why my brain even wanted me to wake this early, and then it all hits me. I remember the dream I had.

I was walking in a space of white nothing; no walls, no doors, no floors visible. I was also happening to be stark naked. That was a slight flaw. However, the more I walked, the more blood splattered on the walls and me. Eventually my hair was plastered to my face with blood and it even covered up the array of freckles on my face. I just stood there, covered in blood that I didn't know who it belonged to. Was it mine? A friend's? Some random stranger? I couldn't tell. All that was clear was the metallic taste on my tongue. I turned and saw another figure, covered in more blood than me and lying absolutely still on the ground. I approached him and saw it was Zane. But there was a catch. He was dead. His light blue eyes were open and cloudy, blankly staring at nothing. One hand was slightly outstretched, and I followed it to bottles and bottles of pills, all open, the medication combined and spilled all over the place. No, Zane wouldn't overdose, not like that, I mean--he wouldn't even take that many pills--

And that was when I woke up. I pick my pillows up and throw them onto the bed with a sigh. Then, I run through the dream one more time and remember everything. Last night, the pill mishap, Zane, the puke--I grab my phone from my jeans on the ground and text Zane. I know he's only across the hallway but I don't know if he's awake and that dream really fucked me up.

man you up

It's quiet for a long time, and I bite my lip.

zane you there

Eventually, the deafening silence is broken when I hear a somewhat-loud vibrating coming from Zane's room. It remains unanswered for about ten seconds, and I hug my knees to my chest, slowly rocking back and forth, impatient, waiting for something to--

"Uhnn?" Comes a moan from Zane's room.

YES. I silently cheer to myself, relieved that he actually isn't dead. I know it was just a dream, but hey, we all have our secrets. He has his, I have mine. I don't think either or us really wants to let them go.

hey Lloyd wat's up

*what's

sorry, i'm still tired.

no man its cool

how you feeling

augh

that's how i feel.

what is that supposed to mean

well, um.

technically like shit?

woah you cussed

thats a start

i know, it's just the only way i can describe it.

whatever

you ready to spill the beans

or do you need to wake up, elsa

hey.

hey now.

frozen was an interesting movie, but i'm not a fictional character with special ice powers.