Was he dreaming, or was he awake? He didn't know. He never knew when he got to this point. Point of what though? Who knows. All he knew that he wasn't alone. Or maybe he was, but it seemed like there were people with him.
All girls. There was a lying one. She talked a lot, something about him cheating? He always decided to ignore her, she just told lies.
There was an angry one too. She looked like the lying one, but the voice was different. Maybe they were related. She said hurtful things, he was used to it, but it still hurt. He tries to ignore her the best he can.
There was also a crying one. She just cried and cried. How did she have that many tears? All she did was cry, yet he was somewhat afraid of her? Maybe it was because she looked half dead.
Sometimes there was a fourth girl. Sometimes there wasn't. He knew she would say things, but it was usually hard to hear over the hurtful words, the false words, and the sobbing. He wouldn't really be able to see her most of the time, but he would know when she was there. She had a different "feel" than the others.
She wasn't there this time, maybe that's why things started to get out of control...
There were no sounds other than the 3 girls, nothing to ignore them with. The lies got worse and worse. The shouting getting more personal. About weaknesses, about fears, about things he didn't like to talk about or even admit to himself. The crying, the sobbing, the bawling, it just louder and louder. As did everything else.
Nothing to focus on, the louder they got. He was sure he's also hearing some growling in the mix. The girls got bigger and bigger and louder. Oh, so loud! He could barely make out what they were saying yet it /hurt/.
Oh it hurt. It hurt so much, never had he had this amount of pain before. Or maybe he did. He couldn't even think straight. Nor see nor hear. Everything was just warping. Sounds sights, there wasn't much else in the room.
The lying, the shouting, the crying, the growling, it just got worse and worse as it went on. The crying one was even standing up, screaming as well as crying her eyes out.
Despite his overloading senses, he knew the fourth girl came. She always came when it got like this, yet he never expected her. He could see her behind the other 3 girls, but just barely. The other three got so big! He couldn't really hear her at all, yet he vaguely knew what she was trying to tell him.
He looked to his right, the lying one. She wasn't it, but he knew what to do.
He makes his way over to the lying one. She tried to grab him, but he managed to get away from her enormous hand. The crying and angry ones where heading towards him, the lying one trying to grab him. It didn't seem so far away when he started, yet he was only half way.
The large hand swoops at him one last time, he flops onto the floor, just barely dodging it. It wasn't even much of a fall, but he was having a hard time getting up. He was surrounded now. Surrounded by 3 huge girls that all wanted something from him.
Some more words he couldn't hear, yet understood. The fourth girl, no doubt. A surge of energy, half crawling half stumbling his way to his goal. All he had to do was get past the lying one and...
The sky, the stars, the moon, no clouds. That always relaxed him. Just staring out into the night sky. Especially on cloudless nights like this. No sounds, just what he needed. He was alone in this small room he had claimed for the night.
He couldn't sleep, so his brain started to hallucinate. He never quite understood /why/ it did that. There were occasion grunts and groans outside, but that didn't bother him.
The stars, they fascinated him so. Just like /she/ does. He never expected it coming. Why did he feel so close to her, when they didn't know much about the other? He kinda knew the reason. He /needs/ her. She has done so much to help him, more than she realized.
He really needed to thank Rochelle.