Shattered Souls

Late Night Pizza

-Akarshana-

'I'm here'

His words are always so soothing. When I looked up I noticed he had his eyes squeezed shut, bearing the tears. I touched his stubbly chin and he opened his eyes to lock into mine.

"Did they get you again?" He whispered

"Yes, they got me bad." I sniffed.

"Hey," he said, gently holding my face between his rough hands, "I know what will make you feel better."

He lifted himself from my grasp, I was instantly cold again. He returned holding a plastic bag with an incredible smell.

"Pizza?" He smirked

"Pizza." I giggled through tears.

He sat down and opened the large box. Oh what a delight. Before my eyes was the most heavenly pizza I could ever imagine! Chicken here pepperoni there ham delicately sprinkled over all of it topped with mouthwatering peppers and golden sweetcorn. I took a slice and nibbled at the point delicately. A whole new sensation entered my mouth, spreading across my tongue like butter on warm toast. It was heavenly, like tasting water for the first time in months of wandering the desert (yes I know that's not possible but it's an 'overreaction' to make it interesting). I was close to tears of joy but contained it and instead let the joy out in a mumble of pleasure.

"Let's go." He said, rising to his feet and making his way to my bedroom.

We both sat on my bed with the pizza in the middle, munching away the contents. Micheal grabbed the remote and turned on 'Toddlers and Tiaras'. I laughed at this move.

"What?" He laughed back

"Are you serious?" I giggled.

"Absolutely!" He sternly replied

We both burst into fits of laughter. My stomach started to hurt slightly as I breathed out the last of my worries.

"Thanks so much." I whispered

"For what?" He whispered back

"Coming down."

"No problem."

We sat in silence for a short time.

"Why are we whispering?" He whispered laughing slightly at his own statement.

"I don't know." I laughed back shoving a piece of garlic bread in my mouth.

"You're my world, you know that right?" He said softly.

"I do now." I mumbled. With my response his thin lips rose into an adorable half smile.

He switched off the TV and we lay there in my bed entwined in each other's embrace. I was warm, I was comfy but most of all, I was safe. He had come to see me in the middle of the night, to save me from myself. I was more than grateful to have him. I'd never want a better best friend. I know we'd never end up as a couple, there's to many other girls who are prettier than me.

I could feel myself drifting in and out of the unconsciousness of sleeping. Before I know it I take my last glimpse at Micheal. His face was relaxed and his eye lids were shut. His long, black eyelashes hung on the edges like bats and his mouth was slightly open. I could feel his warm breath on my forehead. I had a small patch of moisture on the spot right above my nose from it cooling into a liquid. I didn't mind though, I had got mascara smudged down his white shirt. He looked so sweet when he was sleeping. His hair was slicked back into a wave like shape cascading up his head.

I shut my eyes myself. When I rubbed them it was like entering a different solar system of shapes and blobs. What if this is the contents of my brain? Is it this messed up? This confusing? Are my thoughts just a whole jumbled world of nonsense?

By this time it started to hurt my actual brain so I stopped. Before I knew it I was dreaming, dreaming of a perfect life.