Dreams Forgotten chapter 9

Dreams Forgotten chapter 9 - When You Sleep At Night


It seemed like years passed before I gathered the courage to go back inside the house itself, in fear the others might see me again. I didn't want them to see me, it'd be too much. They'd flip their shit again. Ashley could handle it, he wasn't as scared as the others were, hell he wanted me to stay. I felt his pain in having me go again. His chest ached and his body was numb, he was sad. Depressed even. Yes, I could feel his emotions. Exactly like it was happening to my own body--the body I used to have anyway. The body thats 6 feet under a pile of dirt in a cemetery overlooking a valley, near a church and a few houses blocked in with a black iron gate that went 6 feet tall and a gate that went even higher. The body that lay in the same field with other bodies, rotting away to bones. Bodies whose souls had passed on...but not me. There was a possibility that there were a few-very few-spirits from that place left here forever...but it was unlikely.

I slowly turned the handle of the garage door, praying that it won't squeek or groan. I slid into the shadow of the corner, slowly shutting the large door behind me quietly. Thankfully, it was quiet and barely made a sound except for the clicking of the lock as it shut. I could hear CC snoring from the couch and the upstairs was quiet. I snuck down the hallway and glided up the stairs weightlessly, noiselessly, just like the shadow I was. The hallway was pitch black and perfect for camouflage.

I carefully clenched the doorknob and twisted it, sliding it open carefully. The bottom of the door brushed the carpet as it opened, leaving a perfect 90 degree shadow in the floor. The illuminating glow of my body seemed to be the only light in the pitch black room. The curtains were drawn, the lamps off and the ceiling light had been broken for months. Jake was supposed to fix it but he never really got around to it, but thats unimportant. I carefully closed the door with a soft click and glided forward slowly, approaching Ashley's sleeping figure carefully and noiselessly so I wouldn't disturb him. In the dim lighting my body gave off I could make out his position. He had his arms and legs wrapped around my old pillow, his face buried in the top of it and his legs crossed, hands clasped together. The pillow was shaded with tears and his bare legs showed the unmistakable dark red cut lines with beads of blood still scabbed on. I looked at them sadly, he did that because of me...I knew he did. Not 5 seconds after I noticed it I felt the sting of cuts being carved into my thigh, the emotion that went into it as well. I felt the tears begin to fall down my face...I didn't want him to suffer like this. Its almost worse than what I've had to endure.

If only he would wake up and see that I'm here. Would he be scared and want to run? Would he want me to stay? I carefully reached down and pulled the covers over him, helping him become warm again because I was sure he was cold and tucked it around his shoulders then climbed in beside him. He shuffled a little in his sleep and clutched the pillow tighter, murmuring something into my pillow. I rested my head close to his, hearing him breathe softly was oddly comforting and his presence was like drugs. I laid my hand next to his, slightly away from it and curled up to match somewhat of his position.

"I love you." I whispered to him. "I love you so much...I'm sorry I left."