Violentine- Forever and Always

Just To Hear Your Voice

Summary: Clem wakes from a nightmare and is too scared to fall back asleep. She does the only thing she can think of and grabs her phone from off of her bedside table. Clem's not even sure if she'll answer, but she needs this. She can't deal with this alone.

Clem wakes to the erratic rhythm of her heartbeat, her breathing fast and shaky. Much like the rest of her. Her eyes dart around the dimly lit room as panic is still present in her mind, hunting for the dangers that had been alive mere seconds ago.

The seconds pass by and her eyes adjust to the darkness. She's now able to depict the objects around her as she tries to calm her frayed nerves, but there's still a blurry effect to them as if she's still dreaming. She reaches a hand to her face, but it comes away wet as she realizes she's crying.

Little details are starting to fade, but the terror and more dominant feelings are still there. She can still hear the screams, the piercing sound of the gunshot in her ears, the cries from not only her but other people too. The feeling of the rough rope that bound her hands together. It all felt so real like she had experience with the situation. All of it is gone except for the tears and the unsettling feeling that remains in the pit of her stomach.

She tries to convince herself that it wasn't real, that everyone is still alive. But her mind is restless, wanting proof that everyone is still okay. Wanting to know that she and her closest friends and family weren't all lined up in a row, awaiting the deadly consequence of the game Russian Roulette, as some asshole points the cold metal of a gun to another victim's head to see if the single bullet would end their life. She's afraid to move, afraid she'll find out someone has died.

Her breathing is still ragged and she can still hear her heart pound in her chest like a bass drum. She needs something to distract her, anything to pull the unpleasant thoughts from her mind. She'll never get back to sleep otherwise. She desperately wants someone to hold her, to tell her everything is okay. To reassure her that everyone is still with her.

With shaky hands, she does the only thing she can think of and grabs her phone from off of her bedside table. She wipes some of her tears away with a hand as she scrolls through her contacts. She stops on an all to familiar number. Her finger hovers over the call button, hesitant to press it. It's late, almost one in the morning. Clem's not even sure if she'll answer, but she needs this. She can't deal with this alone.

She hits call, then puts it on speaker, and listens to the ringing on the other end. She holds her breath in anticipation making her chest ache. Each moment she spends waiting, causes her heartbeat to accelerate. Clem's worried she isn't going to answer when she picks up after the fourth ring. "H-hello?" comes a groggy voice from the other end.

Hearing the one word pushes her over the edge and reduces Clem to tears. Just knowing that she's alive. That she's alive and she's right there talking to her. She's relieved and terrified at the same time. "Vi-Violet?" Clem sobs into the phone.

Violet's wide awake now. Hearing the worried tone and the quiet cries from her girlfriend have her full attention. She sits up in bed so she can hold the phone better, her knees up to her chest and her back against the headboard. She wears a worried expression as thoughts race through her mind as to why Clem is calling her at this time of night. "Clem? Baby, what's wrong?" She asks worry clearly etched into her voice.

Clem quiets her whines and wipes her eyes again, but the tears still keep building up. "I-I can't s-sleep. I just n-needed to hear y-your v-voice." She sniffles and tries again to dry her eyes, but to no avail.

Violet feels kind of flattered at Clem's words, but she doesn't dwell on it long as she's still worried for the younger girl. Violet remembers Clem telling her how this week was the anniversary of when her parents had died in that car crash all those years ago. "Nightmare?" Is all the blonde says.