nightmares

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i shot up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily.
i cursed under my breath when the horror hit me...

my nightmares are back

i pulled the thick, heavy covers off of my sweaty skin and stepped onto the cool floor.

i slowly opened my door and walked to darry's bedroom.

i tried my best to avoid the floorboards that always squeak.
i didn't want to wake up soda or pony.

his door is always open... i don't know why. maybe it's habit from when i had nightmares and would sneak into his room regularly.

i slowly crept in and looked at his sleeping body.
"darry..." i said softly, on the verge of tears

he's been a light sleep ever since mom and dad died. thanks to me.

he slowly woke up and looked at me
"hm?" he asked, still sleepy.

"darry my nightmare are back." i sobbed quietly, trying to not wake the other boys up.

he quickly sat up and looked at me with pure fear
"oh fizz..." he said, holding out it arms for me.

i walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him, burying my head into his chest.

he tightly wrapped his arms around me and started gently stroking my hair.
"it's okay...shhhh..." he cooed, using his other hand to rub my back.

"can i sleep in here tonight?" i asked, holding onto him tighter.

"yeah, sure kid..." he said, looking around.

after i finished crying we laid back down.
darry usually didn't fall asleep until i did whenever i slept in here, just to make sure i'm okay.

i pulled the covers up over me and closed my eyes.

"i'm sorry..." he said softly.

"i know. it's okay..." i said, already knowing what he was referring to.

"i love you, okay fizz? no matter what. i overreacted with the james thing...johnny and dally brought that to my attention."
he said.

i chuckled softly
"thank you. and it's okay. you're just looking out for me, darry."

he nodded and i nuzzled my head into the pillow.

"this one wasn't about mom and dad."
i said.

he looked over at me, "really?" he asked

"these ones.. they're more intense. more vivid."

he nodded,
"i would try and not focus on it. just brush it off."

"brush it off."

if only it were that easy.

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