Peace and quiet.
Ed's favourite time was always night, for the fact, it was quiet and dreams came along with peaceful slumber. A reoccurring dream was his favourite, especially when it was as peaceful and quiet as this...
Edward woke up in a field of corn, a slight breeze making his braid sway. He stood and walked toward the tall windmill that seemed to have appeared from nowhere, a slight skip in his step. He would stand outside the door for what seemed like hours before entering into the quiet. He looked around the dark, stuffy space until he came across a lit candle at the other side of the room. He walked over and picked it up lighting the area around him a little. Turning round he noticed the room had changed, it was lighter with windows and there was a double door instead of the old single wooden door there a minute ago. The candle blew out suddenly, shocking Ed. He looked down at the disappearing candle and upon looking up saw a beautiful sight. Long emerald hair waist length, deep purple eyes and pale skin. Her clothes suited her look perfectly, short black dress and knee length, high healed black boots. Her look didn't match the room they were in but Ed didn't care, he never cared.
This was usually the time Ed woke up; around midnight thinking he heard laughter. His window let air in making him feel cold. He swore he had shut it but was never sure. He would get a drink and think in these situations and smile when his thinking got back to the beginning of his dream. After a few hours he begins to get tired again and wanders back to bed. His dream always starts from where it left off...
The two would stare into each other's eyes. Ed always got lost in the colour and the certain unique sparkle of her eyes. He reached a hand up and traced her face lightly. It was cold under his finger tips. The girl looked so fragile he was scared to break her so he moved his hand away. She smiled and looked into the distance.
The dream took a turn for the worst. Ed turned to see what she was looking at and saw someone similar to him, only different in the strange markings down its arms and the outfit worn; a skort and top adorned the finely toned body, 'a little more skin showing than necessary' Ed thought. The top showed the boys stomach, arms and slender shoulders while the skort made the best of the male's muscled legs.
Ed sniggered.
The male sniggered too.
The girl looked between them both, her gaze softening as she took Ed's braid into her delicate fingers and pulled away the band, letting it free to float gracefully over his shoulders.
The male growled, the growl was angry and menacing towards Ed in particular.
The girl ran her hand through Ed's golden locks, her hand lingering on the back of his neck, making him shiver. She chuckled to herself though the chuckle seemed more distant to ed. She let her other hand cup his cheek though this was almost hesitant. She began to move closer, to close any space they had between them... and then she was gone.
She had completely vanished.
Ed was left in quite a daze, a blush had formed across his cheeks, strangely he could still feel the soft touch of her hands on him but she was nowhere in sight.
What brought Ed round from his daze you ask? Well it seemed to be the evil cackling coming from the male away from him.
Ed's head snapped in the direction of the evil sound to see the male full on laughing at the situation.
"You really thought you'd got the guy didn't you?" he spoke in between his fits of laughter...wait! Guy?
His laughter ceased.
A glare was sent in Ed's direction when he spoke again "well... tough luck!" he shouted.
Just then a scream was heard, it sounded pained. The whole room turned white and Ed shielded his eyes from the light that seeped into every part of the room. When the light cleared only he was left in the room, all alone. No strange male, no fascinating girl.
Sobbing was heard from above, tears of sorrow but tears of joy...
Ed woke up covered in a layer of cold sweat, his eyes were wide and his hair stuck to his face and shoulders unpleasantly. The night was still apparent in his room as it was dark and all that was seen was the patterns of light that danced across his walls almost in time with each other, in a waltz of sorts.
Ed sat up in his bed with some difficulty. His sweaty sheets clung to his body in a desperate attempt to keep him down. He began to rock. Backwards... forwards... back... and forth... back... And forth.
To the normal human being his actions looked sinister, menacing.
What other humans couldn't see was the battle inside his head, all guns blazing between himself... and well... himself.
He fought between two options, to sleep or to stay awake until morning. One side of him screamed inside his mind to sleep, to use all his strength to beat the dream. On the other hand, he was been screamed at to stay awake, not to risk the dream, not to risk the pain it could cause him.
Ed's head pulsed with all the voices, the war his head was fighting with its self gave him an extreme head ache that not even pain relief medication could cure. His hands were still sweating and they buried themselves deep in his damp, gold locks. His rocking became more intense and his pain was clear on his face. His eyes were shut tight, his forehead was covered in beads of sweat, his teeth grinded together as hard as he could make them without them breaking into miniscule pieces. He hummed to himself quietly although his voice cracked many times through his tune.
The first signs of morn began. Birds chirped outside Ed's window, singing their song of happiness and well being. The sun shone through Ed's window, the beams lit up each piece of wood that could be found. The glassy lamp on his bedside table glittered beautifully in the new found light. The bulb inside the lamp was smashed though; it had been for a while.
Ed's eyes were glazed and he just stared ahead. His hair was messy and the dark circles under his eyes showed the sleep he had missed. He regretted not trying to sleep again but there was nothing he could do now, not until the night arrived once more.