Overpowering

Chapter 3

I know I'm asleep right now, but I'm still very conscious. I'm floating effortlessly in my own reality. Worries don't exist here, hell, nothing exists here. It's my own bubble of tranquility. I have always liked dreaming like this, none of my usual worries can get to me in here.

My mind is flying without even knowing where to go.

My awake reality is severely depressing, scary and cold, but when I close my eyes, I feel a pulse of warmth pulling me closer. I guess one could call it my safe place.

I have never been a visual thinker. Whenever someone asked me to imagine something, I couldn't do it at all. No matter how hard I tried, I could never seem to do it.

Maybe that's why my dream world is completely empty. Still, empty or not, it's my place.

I'm suddenly jolted back to reality as I hear a loud thud next to me. I quickly jump out of bed to investigate and when I turn on the light, I find Adrian lying on the floor. He seems completely stiff, he doesn't seem to have reacted to hitting the floor at all.

He just stares at the ceiling with an empty look in his eyes.

"Adrian?" I quietly ask, but he doesn't answer me at all. I try to move closer, quietly, just in case he's sleepwalking, I've heard you're never supposed to wake up someone who is sleepwalking.

As I get closer, I can see how all his muscles are tensed, I can see veins popping out everywhere, the one on his forehead pulsing angrily. His breathing is shallow and quick, definitely not normal. It seems like he has no control over his lungs.

Without warning he starts to shake. With every second the tremors in his body gets bigger, more violent and I finally realize what's happening.

"Shit," I mumble as I grab his shoulders and try to lay him on his side so he can breathe better. I lean my full weight into the bed, moving it further away to give him some more space.

His shaking is so bad at this point, he even whimpers uncontrollably while the whites of his eyes are staring at me. I can't do anything other than watch helplessly, hoping it'll go away.

I should call for help, but I don't even know where I am right now. I couldn't get help, and even if I found it, I wouldn't be able to find my way back here. I'm just staring at his face, waiting for the tremors to calm down and for him to open his eyes.

He finally stops shaking and I feel a wave of relief wash over me and I sit down on the floor with a thump. His icy eyes are looking around the room in confusion before finally landing on me. His confusing look tells me he's waiting for me to tell him what happened.

"You had a seizure or something," I mumble quietly.

"Oh," he responds simply. He just lies there for a while before he tries, and fails, t get himself off the floor. I try to help him, but he pushes my hands away.

"I can do this myself, don't bother," he mutters before straining his already worn out muscles again, trying to get up.

After a long, unnecessary struggle against gravity, Adrian is finally sitting on his bed again, preparing to go to sleep.

He's not going to say anything at all to me, not even a thank you. His bed is basically pushed against the door, who does he think did that? ME! I made sure everything was right, I gave him space, I helped him breathe, I even tried to help him afterwards, I was useful, but not even a single "thank you".

It's too late in the night for me to be this angry. Sleep has left me completely and I'm still just sitting on the floor letting my anger take hold.