Overcome

Chapter Fifteen

That night, well, morning, I couldn't sleep.

I just sat up in my bed, head leaning on the wall.

An hour later I heard Justin mumbling. I opened the door to the guest room/his room to see what was wrong. But the only thing was that we wasn't awake. He's sleep talking. Ha! I think, I'm not the only one!

I don't wake him because he never woke me, so I shut the door and go back to sitting on my bed.

Ten minutes later all hell brakes loose when the mumbling turned into yelling.

"NO! STOP! STOP!" That's all he kept yelling.

I'm about to go and wake him up because listening to it is torture! But then I hear him jolt up. He falls silent except for the fact that he's breathing really heavy. I know he's awake now. He says like that for about twenty minutes until finally he calms down and falls back asleep.

But I'm still awake.

People have nightmares all the time, right? But why am I so concerned? I stay up thinking.

Its 6:58, about a good time to get up.

I shuffle my way downstairs completely aware that Justin is looking at me.

"Someones tired." he smiles.

I half grin and look around. Mom left for work early I guess because she's not here.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep to well. What about you?" I ask trying to get him to talk about what happened last night.

His face falls blank and he hesitates to answer. "I, um, I slept fine." he looks down and looks back up."I got to go to work, see you later" he smiles.

He gets up and grabs his sweatshirt, the big round clock on the wall shows that it's 7:15. I don't even bother asking why he left an hour and a half earlier.

Five minutes go by and I have absolutely no idea what to do. Usually Justin leaves at around 9:00, 9:30. Mom usually leaves to go to saving animal lives, yes, she's a large animal vet, at 10:00 or on times like these, earlier than I wake up. They both come home around 4:00pm.

Remembering how I would have loved this alone time after the crash makes me realize how much I've changed. But right now, I'm hating it. Its not that I need attention every 5 seconds of the day, but I'm so used to everyone being around me, waiting for me to explode or something.

"pull it together." I tell myself out loud.

I really should be way more tired than I really am considering I literally didn't get on minute of sleep last night. Once again, I think about Justin's weird dream thing and how he got angry when I asked him about his home life.

Once again, I have no idea what to do. He obviously doesn't want to talk about it. Should I leave it? No, there is no way that I can do that. I'm way to nosy to just leave it. But I really should just wait it out and see if he'll come to me.

An hour later I put down a book that I honestly don't know what happening, and don't really care to.

I venture into the den, sit on the couch and turn on the T.V. Then the Wii catches my eye from under the t.v in the glass cabinet.

I turn it one and set up the rock band. I haven't played any Wii game since I was 11.

Here goes nothing I think when I randomly pick a song. Nine In The Afternoon comes on and i hesitate if I should to or medium or not. I got nothing to loose, lets do this.

The song starts playing and I definitely look like 15, almost 16 year old freak show, trying to get all the notes in. However, by the end of the song memory started to come back on the finger movements.

Twelve songs later, I'm totally rocking out on hard mode and singing along to the songs.

Pinball Wizard comes on and I go on expert. Once the song starts to get into the lyrics, I jump on the coffee table and belt them out. I'm now hopping cushion to cushion acting like I'm at a concert.

When the song is over, I laugh of how I can always form into my 11 year old self again.

The clock flashes 2:43, wow, time flys!