The dreams are back. They started the other night. I wake up crying, and I remebered from before how Nick told me I could call him when this happened. But I couldn't. He's having his own bad dreams. Okay that part of it, but mostly, he would want to know what I was dreaming about maybe. And I can't tell him. I'm scared it would make the
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*to the bartender* Bottle of water, please.
*turns to face Tres* You look like hell, Trejos. Nightmares like the rest of everyone I know?
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Is it that easy to tell?
*sees her expression*
I really have to get better at hiding these things.
*smiles a little*
Yeah, nightmares. Not much with the fun.
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Not really. *slides into a seat next to her, cracking open the lid to the bottled water she paid for and received* Especially when you have past trauma that's oh-so-fun to relive every night.
Anyway, you know it's distracting when you can barely remember the song you wrote.
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Nicks...quirky when it comes to his GPA. But in a completely lovable way.
*looks at her a little freaked out* How...did Nick? No cause he doesn't...how do you know that's what I was dreaming about.
*thinks* Oh God, please tell me you aren't psychic. That'd be horribly embarrassing.
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*makes a face* Apparently, you can be stupid, too. You can't blame yourself for getting kidnapped. What? Am I to blame for going outside the day I was possessed? There ain't anything wrong with fighting back when someone's holding you against your will. It's what you're supposed to do. You put way too much blame on yourself. *suddenly sincere* Whatever he told you, to make you have this hate on for yourself, it's not true.
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*sad* I can't help but think if I would have done things differently. Just kept my mouth shut, quit trying to hit him. Then maybe he would have left me alone. And maybe you're right maybe its not my fault for getting kidnapped, but why me? I mean, why did he keep coming back? And then I think, when we were all acting crazy, I summoned him, he hung out with us, came to the Bahamas with us. *makes a disgusted face* we were like friends and stuff. That was my fault, and everything after that. The vampires, the wish, taking off my charm. I let him hurt me, I helped him do it. So it stands to reason, he's right about me.
*shrugs*
Apparently I am nuerotic, stupid and rambly.
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*looks at her, trying to follow everything she's talking about*
Yeah, well, when we were all crazy, I joined the cheerleading squad, so you can't really hold yourself accountable for anything you did then. *twirls her bottle around on the counter* I dunno. I can't tell you what he would've, could've, might've done if you had did somethin' different. The same way I can't tell if I wouldn't have tried to murder people if I would've done something different. If I could've gotten away if I tried harder. If I'd have had a different look on stuff, I wouldn't have been possessed. But that shit's out of control. You can't control other people's actions, and that guy's fucked up. He went after you not 'cause of you, but 'cause he's sick. What? Vamps? Wish? Taking off a charm helped him hurt you...what?
And just what exactly do you keep saying he's right about?
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