The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 14: I need someone..

I lay in my bed.
I didn't know what to do.
Everybody here must've hated me, or at least thought I was some sort of freak. I was sure of it.
I get up, to hear a noise coming from the vent.
I heard a thud.
I stood up, grabbing a chair.
Someone opens the latch to the vent.
I hold the chair tightly in my arms.
What the actual fuck.
Peter pops his head down.
"Oh, hi Sarah." He whispers. I put the chair down.
He climbs into my room, standing right in front of me.
"A- are you okay?" He asks, genuinely seeming worried.
No, I wasn't Peter.
I flop down on my bed, him following my actions.
He looks up at me.
"I don't know." I answer.
I didn't know what to do. I wasn't lying.
But was I okay? No.
"You could talk to me, you know.. if you want to." He admits.
I nod.
"I really wish I could open up to somebody. It's hard." I tell him.
I don't know why I told him that.
"W-well. I mean, I'll listen. If you want me too.. and um- take your time with it..."
I smile. He wanted to help me.
I sigh.
"It's just, I- I feel so broken. I feel so guilty. And I- I always get these intrusive thoughts and I start thinking and panicking about my past. And it.... it hurts."
He looked back up at me.
Oh no, he didn't know what to say did he?
He thought I was crazy.
"I'm sorry..." he answers, "I- I don't really know how some of that feels.. but I- I could try and help the best I can.."
I smile again.
"Thanks. I just need someone to be there for me."
That was true. I needed somebody.
I had nobody. Really.
"I'll be there for you." He whispers.
It was clear he was nervous. He was always nervous.
He wraps me in a short hug.
I needed that hug.
"Hey, and, what Mr. Stark said... don't listen to him... it's not true.."
"Isn't it, though?"
"No..."
We sit in silence, staring out the window.
"Am I bothering you?" Peter starts, "I feel like I'm bothering you. Because if..."
I cut him off.
"No, Peter. I need someone. You aren't bothering me." I smile.
"Okay.. good." He smiles.
I felt more hope. Somebody actually cared for me.
Somebody wanted to know me.
The real me.
"Do you really not have a favorite color?" He asks, jokingly.
I laugh.
"I don't know. I like all colors. I like how they all come together and create beautiful images."
"Me too." He smiles.
I look back out the window, and then at the clock. It was 1am.
He looks at the clock and his eyes widen.
"Oh- I'm sorry I didn't realize the time.. you need sleep, don't you?" He says.
I smirk a bit. I don't sleep.
"What?" He asks, seeing me smirk.
"I don't really.. sleep."
He looks confused.
"Is it.. like a power or something?" He asks.
I smile and nod.
"No, I just can't sleep. If I do.. I get nightmares."
"Oh. Well, I could stay with you, if you want."
I look down. I couldn't do that to him. He needed sleep. He could sleep.
Even if I needed someone here.
"You need sleep." I mutter.
"No no no. I- I could stay." He insists, smiling.
"Thanks, Peter."
I was really tired. I wanted to sleep.
"What, exactly, do you do when you can't sleep?" He asks, leaning up against the wall side of my bed.
I shrug.
"I don't know really. I usually drift off to sleep for an hour, wake up in a panic, and never go back to sleep the rest of the night."
"Oh. Well, what do you like to talk about?"
"Anything."
"Okay- well, um...what's your favorite animal?" He asks.
"A bird." I smile.
"And why?" He asks, smiling back.
I shrug. "They seem so free. They can do whatever they want. They could fly anywhere, too, escaping when they needed to."
"That's.. deep." He chuckles.
"Well, whats your favorite animal?" I ask him.
"I was going to say a cat." He laughs.
"And why?" I try not to laugh.
He puts on a funny smile and shrugs.
"They're cats. Cats are awesome."
"What a deep meaning." I joke.
I was happy.
I felt happy.
I could barely keep my eyes open. I needed sleep.
No matter how much I hated it.
"You alright?" He asks.
"Yeah.. I'm just really tired."
"When was the last time you slept a full eight hours?"
I shrug. I didn't know. I didn't even know the last time I slept for more than an hour.
I lean my head against my pillow and stare up at the ceiling.
"You need sleep, Sarah." He whispers.
I sigh because he was right.
"I know.." I answer.
"Do you want me to stay.. or.."
"Please."
I needed him to stay.
He smiles a bit, wearily laying next to me.
"Thank you, Peter." I say, before I fall asleep.