Arke High

Chapter 23

A/N Possible Camilo #2
Clarke P.O.V
I woke up with my mouth feeling dry, that's what I get for eating pizza for dinner. I glanced at the clock it was two, my mother wasn't home yet. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Then I trudged back upstairs, as I passed Camilo's room I heard someone talking. Who could he be talking to at 2:00 am? His door was slightly open, and I peered inside. There was no one else in the room, Camilo had his eyes closed and was speaking in his sleep. He was twisting and turning as if he was having a nightmare. I debated waking him up or not, in the end I decided to wake him up since I would want someone to wake me up if I was having a nightmare.
"Camilo wake up." I whispered. He didn't wake, he just kept squirming around.
"Charlotte, no!" He whispered."Dad pleases don't!" He was having a nightmare about his family I guessed.
"C'mon wake up." I said a little louder, shaking him by the shoulder a bit. his eyes stayed shut.
"Mom please don't leave, I need you." He said. I shook him a harder and his eyes fluttered open. He flinched startled, and looking momentarily confused at his surroundings.
"It's okay it's just me Clarke." I said. He turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
"Clarke?" He asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"You were having a nightmare so I decided to wake you." I said as he sat up.
Camilo P.O.V
Another bad dream, this has been probably more than my 20th nightmare in a row. Ugh and now Clarke knows I had a bad dream, hopefully I didn't say anything that gave too much away.
"Did I say anything?" I asked her.
"Just a couple thing." She responded."But not much, was it about your family."
I nodded in response.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.
"No thanks I'm fine it was just a dream after all." I said. She nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind her. I laid back down not even trying to go to sleep, knowing that if I did those terrible images will come back to haunt me. I hoped Charlotte was doing alright, she had nightmares too. I wished she wouldn't of missed the flight, she is just a twelve year old and being alone at an airport isn't fun. She didn't even really now why we were staying here, all she knew was that we had to stay with the Dr. Griffin. Charlotte wasn't shy like me though, she was quiet but not shy. She also didn't have very many friends, but that was because she didn't like many people. She thought they were fake, and since our father wasn't there best she didn't attach herself to many people. We were different, but that was one thing we had in common. Our father had destroyed our trust in people. The only people we trusted were each other an our mother. I didn't even trust Dr.Griffin, who was letting us stay here. Her daughter seemed nice enough, but I didn't really trust her either, she could easily be pretending to be nice, and end up being a total a-hole. Her friends were okay, but I just me all of them. I hoped that I would get to go home soon, but even though my mother had tried to hide how severe her condition was I knew better. I knew there was only a slight chance of her beating her brain cancer. The thought of her losing that battle was terrifying, she was the only thing Charlotte and I had left. My father lucky for us disappeared and to be honest neither of us wanted him back. Our grandparents had passed away, and my mother had been an only child. Truly if I lost my mom I myself would be lost. Where would Charlotte and I go? What would we do? My eyes got tears at this thought. I squeezed my eyes shut and took deep breaths. No my moms going to get past this, she's strong. She will beat cancer. With these thoughts I fell back asleep, and luckily, there were no nightmares, no dream either, just nothing.
A/N Sorry super short I was helping my little bro with a project, but I wanted to update.