I'm almost there

Chapter 4

*****3 weeks later*****

The moon is now shining, brightly as I watch from above. The wind blows around and around, yet, I feel nothing. Why can I not feel the wind?

I move my hands in front of my face, but I can't see them. I can only see bones. Why can I see bones!?

I run to the small pond near me. I look at my reflection, and all I can see is a grave. Am I dead?

I can't be dead. I'm still young. I shouldn't be dead! "Help! Help!" I scream. But nothing was coming out. What is happening. I keep trying to be heard.

"Simon!" I hear someone call out, followed by being shaken.

My eyes shoot open, wide. I look at my hands. They are shaking. I'm breathing heavily, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I look to who wake me up, and it was Michael.

I know I'm suppose to be mad at him, but that doesn't matter right now. I'm just glad to be out of that dream. I'm quick to move into his body, his arms wrapping around me protectively. I can feel the tears rolling down my face, and I know he can hear my loud sobs. Michael starts moving one hand over my hair. The other still around me.

"Shhhh, Si, its okay. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He soothes.

I don't move. I just try to calm down, quieting my sobs. I don't know why I am crying the way I am. Maybe because death is just scary to face.

I can feel my eyes falling, as my breathing goes back to normal. I don't move, and neither does Michael as I start to fall asleep.

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I wake up the next morning, alone in my bunk. The episodes of my encounter last night are mostly a blur, I only remember someone holding me, calming me down.

I get up, noticing no one else is on the bus. They must be getting food or just walking around. I'm not really sure, and I mostly don't care. I just want Luke.

I jump out of my bunk, fixing my Joe Boxer pajama bottoms, and making sure my Cami isn't exposing my breasts.

I put my hair into a messy bun, grabbing my glasses from my suit case, since I don't have time or the energy to put my contacts in. I walk over the the "kitchen table", and I see a note for me. It reads:

"Good morning beautiful,
We are out getting breakfast with management, and we wanted to let you sleep. We shouldn't be too long, and then we have the day to ourselves.
I love you,
Luke