The Shattered Memory of a Violinist

//Twenty Six - Sleep Tight//

//Twenty Six — Sleep Tight//

Short Chapter before bed!

Willa Van der Mariel

I tossed and turned in my bed, shifting around the blanket once more. We had gotten home and just all gone to bed, too exhausted from the stress of the day to handle much more, or even a dinner. I couldn’t blame them — I felt like shit as well. And now I was struggling to fall asleep. Thanks to the days event’s — and now I had been sitting in my bed for hours, just rilling around and thinking. 

Great, now I am probably a insomniac, now.

Let’s add that onto my list of things that describe me;

Probably OCD.

Can’t sleep in long sleeves.

Hypochondriac.

Can cook.

Clumsy. Really clumsy.

Play Violin.

Have a sleeping sister.

Having hallucinations — mental illness? Great. I bet ya is it probably Schizophrenia. 

Only me, only me.

And now I get to add Insomniac.

Sorry if I sound mean or bitter, but I am bloody tired and can’t manage to go to sleep. I tossed the blanket again, and sent it flying off the edge of the bed and onto the ground. My long limbs shivered from the cold, since my refusal to wear long sleeves to bed. I sighed, and tossed again in bed. Yet, my mind still refused to sleep.

I swung myself over the edge of the bed, and yanked my blanket off the ground, pulling it back on top of me. 

“Willow, I swear to god, if you keep moving around I am going to come over there and straddle you to the bed” A familiar voice drifted through the window, causing me to jump.

Yes please. “Yuk. Leave me alone” I called back, and twisted in my bed again.

“That’s it” Then before I knew it, I had heard someone leap through the window, and as I went to turn, I suddenly found myself under the legs of Mason Singer.

Oh, great.

I went to scream at him, but his hand clamped down over my mouth, immediately shutting me up. His hand was warm. His blue eye’s searched my face, and his blonde hair was ruffled, and I had the sudden urge to run my fingers through it. But, since he had managed to pin my arms underneath me — I was sort of disabled. 

My breath had caught in my throat, and my eyes widened. Averie’s words came floating back to me, and whispered into my ear.

And don’t forgot to fall in love with Mason.

She had said it, and twice at that as well. So, maybe having him straddle me wasn’t really the best course of action for him. I couldn’t fall in love with him — we were fake dating. 

Yet, it was so hard not to.

Mason grinned at me. “Thinking ‘bout me, Willow?”

“No” I lied. “Just contemplating the meaning of life”

He let out a low chuckle, and move closer, so our breaths were swirling together. I bit my lip, and something flickered in the back of his eyes.

“We’re in a fake relationship” I hissed.