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Will:
Now it was around Three am, I had had one of my usual nightmares, which was really more of a memory.
Needles, just many, many needles.
And a “what if” thing, if the whole escape plan when I was fourteen just failed, terrifying to think.
I woke up, making a pathetic little panicked Squeak as I shot up.
Through a heart racing moment of feeling around for the lamp and then turning it on, My anxiety melted as I saw I was in My room.
The memory of the nightmare was still there, so I did what usually comforted me.
To me, it’s kind of embarrassing, but it’s equally comforting.
I hugged my knees to my chest, and rested my forehead on my knees.
Terrible for your back, great for your feelings.
You’re home, you’re fine.
Everywhere is temporary, this is just a bunch of materials moulded into fake security.
As optimistic as ever.
In my little self battle, I didn’t hear the sound of someone walking towards my room.
My door opened, and I looked up a bit.
In the dim light of the lamp, I saw T, sporting his signature White Tee and black shorts, standing in the doorway, his long hair was down and very messy, the typical Bored look on his face almost looked to be that of concern.
“You good?” He asked, coming in and closing my door. I nodded and sighed. “Yeah. Nightmare” I shrugged.
“Which one was it this time?” He sat on the edge of my bed.
“The escape plan failed, then the Lab people stuck a bunch of Needles into me, turning me into something like 2B” I shuddered, hands twitching as I tried to forget the feeling.
I looked up at T, and he wanted me to go on.
He’s a firm believer that talking about something, will somehow make you realise “huh, This thing wasn’t so bad.”
“And uh. Jenna pinned all the blame on you, saying she was held against her will, and You-“ my voice cracked, I hadn’t spoken for a while, I cleared my throat and T put his hand on my knee.
“You were- I don’t know, man. It was pretty messed up, it was like the stories you told me about your scars, except I was watching it happen” I tried to explain.
I cracked all the joints I could crack in my hands, a few Vocal tics -tongue clicking- slipping out.
“Need me to stay in here?” He asked, I raised an eyebrow at him. I wasn’t a little kid anymore.
“I’m Nineteen, T” straightening myself, I chuckled.
“And that wasn’t what I asked” my mouth fell slightly.
Serious offer, huh?
I shrugged, and laid back in my bed.
“Knock yourself out, man” I moved closer to the inside of the bed, farther away from the edge.
(His beds against the wall)
I saw the corners of his lips turn up, and I rolled my eyes.
He quickly took his place on the outer edge of the bed.
And without any words being said, for the rest of the night.
I fell into a nice, dreamless and nightmare-free, sleep.