Chapter 4 - Nightmares
I looked across the room and realised the pain he was in. I realised how much he has suffered and I realised that I….
I walked over to him.
“I can’t live without you. And I’m sorry.” I said sitting next to him.
“You’re just saying that--”
“No, I mean it. I shouldn’t have said anything about you and Victoria. I shouldn’t have annoyed you like that. And I shouldn’t have punched you. I realise how hard you’ve tried to protect me. How much you care about me and how many times I’d been ungrateful. I have been ungrateful and I keep putting my anger out on you. I keep finding someone to blame.” I said holding onto his hand. “You’re my best best bestest friend and my only bestest friend.”
“I am sorry for calling you those names...and…” He sighed. “I took it too far.”
“No...I did…” I said as I realised I had to take my medication. “I’m going to look for some juice.”
He smiled. “You really hate drinking water with your meds.”
“So badly.” I said smiling. I walked into the kitchen and looked for some juice. I managed to find…..APPLE JUICE! Out of all the juices they just had to pick apple juice. If you know me...you know how much I hate apple juice!
“It’s fine.” I muttered to myself. “It’s not like I’m going to die...it’s just apple juice.”
“You’re right, you won’t die. Here you go.” Mason said, startling me. He gave me my pill box and I took the 2 pills. 600mg and 200mg. I took the apple juice and drank a quarter of the carton with my two pills. After that I cringed and went over to the bin trying to puke it all out. "I hate apple juice!" I hissed as Mason tried to pull me away.
"You have got to be kidding me." He rolled his eyes. He gave me a doughnut.
I took the doughnut and went back to the office and sat down on the desk which I'd slept on before. Mason sat on the spinny chair next to me, the one he’d slept on earlier. Well, now it's called...My area.
“This is awkward.”
“I’m the one who should be sorry. Hitting you was wayyy over the line. I really am sorry, I had no right. I couldn’t help it. I’m really sorry.” Mason apologised. “I guess we both have issues.”
“I guess.” I said with a sigh. “I just want to get out of here. This place is turning us crazy.”
“Why is no one working on a weekend?” Mason complained.
“When we came in, the gates were open and someone must’ve closed it without realising we were here.” I said standing up.
“I need to sleep. I haven’t slept since god knows when. Until then, don’t move.” He warned. “Actually why do I even bother, I know you won’t listen.”
“Don’t worry, I promise I’ll keep an eye on you.” I said reassuringly.
“I don’t mean--”
“You’re scared, don’t deny it. I know when you’re lying.”
He blushed. Then he turned his head and rested his head on the desk. He kept wriggling around and then opened his eyes. "Please..." He pouted. I rolled my eyes and laid next to me as he hugged me like a pillow. I waited a few minutes until I was sure he was asleep. Then I carefully removed his arms. He mumbled something and continued sleeping. I tiptoed into the kitchen and got out two plates. I put a doughnut in 2 plates and decorated it with m&ms and skittles and white chocolate. I almost puked. What the hell is wrong with me?
I walked over to Mason to check up on him. And he was having his nightmare. I placed the plates down on a desk and rushed over to him.
“Don’t kill me!” He kept screaming. Then he started to mutter some words. I couldn’t hear properly so I leaned in closer. “I can’t breathe. Pull me out Sky. Please. I can’t die..”
I froze for a moment. I then whispered in his ear. “You won’t die. Just breathe. You won’t die. You can’t die. This is a nightmare. You can breathe. Just breathe.”
“I can’t. I will drown.”
“You won’t just try it. Just breathe, Mase. Please breathe, just do it. It’s not real. You’re dreaming. It’s a dream. If you love me..breathe.”
Then I turned his head the other way so he could breathe properly. I moved the computer aside and waited for him to say something.
“I can’t die. I can’t die.” He kept saying.
“You won’t die….” I whispered again.
“Promise me!” He said panicking. “Nichole please stop it. Don’t do this to me!”
“Breathe. I promise you, you won’t die. Just breathe.”
Then his chest started to heave rapidly. Then he gasped.
“Breathe.” I whispered again. He kept breathing rapidly and soon enough he was breathing back to normal. I looked at him for a while.
“You see, you didn’t die.” I whispered again.
“I didn’t die…” He said. Then I stood up straight and smiled.
“You did it.” I said to myself. "I'm a hero."
He didn’t respond but he kept breathing. I’m guessing maybe he’s probably sleeping properly now.
I paced around the room wondering what he was doing. Can you hear and speak in your sleep? I mean Gemma does, but can you really? I unlocked my phone and went to google.
Can you hear and talk in your sleep?
Then it said,
I screamed. I am so annoyed. Why is there no signal here? Don’t people work here? Who works here? I looked around standing on tables and waving my phone in the air trying to get a signal. Then I did something risky. I took a spinny chair and placed it on top of a desk and started to look for a signal.
Let me stop you right there, if Mason catches me doing this, I would have the biggest shouting and lecture from him and talk about when he tells my mum.
So, as an idiot, I continued to look for a signal on the spinny chair on top of the table. I held the ceiling for support which was so stupid. I still didn’t get any signal. I kept going around the room doing the same thing until the spinny chair slid and I fell on my arm. I felt the worst pain ever. I tried to not scream in pain because I didn’t want to wake him up. It wasn’t fair, he had barely slept.
So I sat on the desk glaring at the stupid spinny chair. I then started kicking the chair, practically beating it up. I kept swearing at it. I kept punching and pulling and practically destroying the chair, ignoring the fact that my arm was hurting badly. I kept swearing at the chair until I destroyed it. Then I screamed at it and jumped on it a couple of times.
"Well that was easy." I muttered.
I pulled up my pyjama jumper and saw it was bleeding rapidly. I looked around for anything I could use.There was nothing apart from...nothing. Shit. My day just went from bad to worse. I pulled down my jumper as I realised Mason had woken up. I put on a fake smile.
“How did you sleep?”
“I slept okay...but why is there a chair on the desk?”
“I’m hugging the chair. Yes. I felt so lonely...so lonely.” I lied. Then I hugged the chair. The chair was badly broken and ripped. “See?”
“Okay…” He looked at me weirdly. Absolutely not believing a word that just came out of my mouth. "Did you beat up the chair?"
“I made you a surprise.” I said changing the topic and walked to the nearby desk. I gave him his plate.. Then he looked at me suspiciously. “I get that I punched you and--”
“No, this isn’t poisoned. I didn’t put anything harmful in it.” I said convincingly. He raised his brow, clearly not believing me. I don't blame him, I have done some crazy things from putting salt into his water all the time he pisses me off to putting so much chilly on his food, or burning his toast or food.
I took a bite from his doughnut and ate it. I almost puked but then he looked at me for a few seconds, and finally believed me. He sat next to me and we ate our doughnuts chatting about Nick Robinson and Chloe Mortez. We talked about the fifth wave and the new movie they’re starring in, Shadow in the cloud. We decided to watch it on Monday night.
I looked at my arm again and realised my jumper was now covered in blood. I gasped.
“What?” Mason asked confused.
“Nothing. I’m just going to go to the kitchen to look for some more food.” I lied. More like looking for plasters or a cloth.
Mason looked at me not believing a single word. He looked at me suspiciously. I walked towards the kitchen and locked the door. Mason told me to open it. I didn’t respond to him. I opened and shut the cupboards until I gave up searching. Where is everything?!
I opened the door and saw Mason looking really upset. “What are you hiding?”
I sighed. Then looked down at my arm. Mason rolled up my right sleeve. “Let me guess, you fell off the chair?”
“I’m just looking for plasters.” I said.
“They’re in the bathroom.” He sighed. “I’m not going to tell you off...you now..”
“Yeah…” I said walking to the bathroom.
I looked around for a while and found a first aid kit. I came out of the bathroom and sat next to Mason. I handed him the box and he took out the clinell wipes. He wiped all the blood and then put a big plaster on the cut.
“Why are you always taking care of me?”
“Because I care about you and I’m just used to it. It’s like a habit.”
“A good habit.” We both said at the same time. Then we laughed.
“No...but seriously...why do you put up with me?”
“I don’t know...I mean...you mean the whole world to me and I just...I love taking care of you I guess.”
“Oh...thanks...I’m sorry...I just keep stressing you and I’m just surprised on how you are still here…”
“I don’t know...I mean...I can’t imagine living without you. You mean everything to me and I just keep messing our relationship up so much and--”
“Another reason why I’m always going to be with you is because I know you won’t be able to cope on your own. I mean, seriously? You are so stubborn.” He smiled. I smiled back at him.