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Nightmares

By: Brianaisnotamazing on Wattpad.

Summary: Sorrow comforts Slazo after having a nightmare.

Words: 1225

Type: Mostly Fluff

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Michaels's POV

I jolted upwards, my forehead filled with sweat. I looked around my room. My room. No one else's. Just mine. My room.
I sighed in relief. I looked over at my glowing alarm clock.

3 AM

My eyes began watering as I remembered the dream. It wasn't a dream actually. It was in fact a nightmare. Nothing more, nothing less.

Just a nightmare.

I thought back to it. Sorrow had told me that he hated me. That he despised me. That all he ever did was because of pity. I didn't deserve him. I wasn't good enough for him. He deserved better. A best friend that helped him as much as he helped me.
My eyes began stinging with tears. It wasn't everyday where your heart feels completely shattered and broken.

I stood up, my bare feet connecting with the ice cold floor. I began walking towards Phil's room. I shivered. It was very cold, so I hoped this would be quick.
I entered Sorrow's room as quietly as I could. Closing his door and hearing a small snap, I went over to where he was sleeping.

He looked so peaceful. It was an adorable sight, really. His hair was a mess, his mouth was closed into a slight smile, and his face looked like it was glowing in the moonlight from his window.

I kneeled next to him and shook him gently. He only groaned, obviously not awake. I shook him once again.

"Sorrow," I lightly slapped his cheek, "Wake up. Please."His eyes opened slightly, staring at me. He stood like that for a moment when suddenly, he smiled.

"What's up, Michael?" He asked me. His voice obviously still sounded tired, but I chose to ignore it. It was kind of a turn on.

"I um... I had a-" I choked on my words. I felt tears returning to my eyes, remembering dream Sorrow's awful words. He was right. I always depended on Sorrow. I would be nothing without him. "What's wrong, Michael?" Sorrow began sitting up as he spoke to me. His hand wiped away one of my tears.

I didn't want to depend on Sorrow anymore. Sorrow this and Sorrow that. What would happen when he leaves? Will I go all the way to where he's at, just to feel safe? No. I was my own independent person. I didn't need to always depend on Sorrow.

"Nothing. Nevermind- sorry I- sorry I woke you." I began standing up when suddenly I felt a hand against mine. I looked down to see Sorrow's beautiful eyes staring at me. "Michael. Tell me what's wrong, please." I only stared at Sorrow. We remained silent for a second. Just a second. "Do you not trust me?"

"What! No-! Uh... no Sorrow of course I trust you." How could he ever think that I didn't trust him? He was one of the most trustworthy people on this planet, I wasn't going to let him think he wasn't.

It was my turn to show him that I cared.

"Sorrow." He looked up at me. "I would always and will always trust you no matter what. You're my best friend, and I love you. No homo. There's just some things that must be kept to ones self. I think that this subject I came to talk to you about is very upsetting and I regret coming here. I'm sorry I wasted your time."
I began getting up and heading towards the door. Hopefully he wouldn't think too much about this. I didn't want him to worry.

"Michael Kucharski, sit down right now." Sorrow told me from behind. I stopped. He said my full name. He didn't do that unless he was giggling and joking around or if he was dead serious.

I turned, feeling my eyes water. It was happening. He was going to tell me that he hates me. To go away. That I was useless and worthless. I made my way towards the bed and sat next to him. I sniffed, wiping a tear away. I didn't want to look so vulnerable. Not in front of him at least.
"Please tell me what's wrong. I promise I won't judge you in any way." Sorrow said, resting a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you- Do you hate me?"

I asked him. I can't believe I did this. I really can't. I was giving in. He was tearing me apart.

He was breaking me.

"Michael... what are you thinking? Did you have a crisis? Why would you ever think I hate you?" Sorrow said in a slight whisper. Tears slid down my face. He didn't say no.
"You told me you hate me. You didn't want to be my friend anymore. Everything you ever did was out of pity. I depend on you too much. You're right, Sorrow. I'm tired of always being the one having to seek comfort but never returning any. Why can't I be the one that helps you out for once? Why did you leave me? Why do you not like me?" I asked him, totally forgetting it was a nightmare.

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" Sorrow asked me. I nodded, letting Niagara Falls happen all over my eyes and cheeks. Sorrow hugged me tightly, playing with my hair a little. It was quite soothing.

"Hey, Hey. It's fine, Michael. You're okay. Please don't cry. It was just a nightmare. Everything dream Sorrow said was a lie. I'm right here and I don't plan on leaving you anytime soon. You're okay." Sorrow told me quietly. I couldn't help but feel safe in his arms.

"I don't want to sleep." I really didn't. Sleep only brought me back to that hell called a nightmare.

"You need to rest. Sleep will help you stay strong through out the day." He flexed his non-existent muscles. "Flex with me, Michael."

"I really don't want to-" I was cut off.

"Come on. Flex those muscles." He grabbed my arm and made it into a flexing position. I couldn't help but chuckle. He was such a dork. "Sorrow." I groaned, holding out the o. He put down my arm.

"Fine. Let's have a sleepover! And by that I mean, sleep over. You're sleeping here tonight." Sorrow told me and began getting comfortable in his bed. He patted the spot next to him, signaling for me to lay next to him.

"I don't want to sleep." I told Sorrow. He gave me a pout.

A very, very cute pout.

"Come on! I'll protect you from the evil dream Sorrow." Sorrow punched the air in front of him, pretending to fight dream Sorrow. I laughed at his silliness.

"Ugh, whatever." I replied, a small smile covering my face. I got comfortable next to him and felt a yawn escape my mouth as soon as my head interacted with the pillow.

Though I wouldn't admit it, I enjoyed Sorrow's company and effort to make me smile. He really was an actual ray of sunshine, even in the worst times.

"Goodnight." Sorrow told me while giving me a smile.

"I love you." I told Sorrow. His eyes grew.

"What are you on about?" He asked me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and closed my eyes.

"No homo, though."