Title: Voices
Rating: K+ (for lack of adult situations)
Summary: Drake tries to make friends with the shadows on his wall. Based strongly on the song 'Unwell' by Matchbox Twenty. Piece number 2.
Author's Notes: Howdy, guys. This is the second installment in a series of fics I call 'Unwell". This can be read on its own, you don't have to go find the first one, but you can if you want to. Again: Drake's speech is in italics, so you don't really know if he's talking or thinking. You have to figure that out through context. Funfunfun. Enjoy. :o)
(All night
Hearing voices tellin me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something.)
Drake was suddenly, randomly aware of the fact that he was in his bed. He wasn't sure how he'd gotten there, but he was definitely in his bed, and not sitting in that spot between Josh's bed and wardrobe.
He remembered warm hands.
Warm hands and a voice like safety.
Drake stared at the wall, waiting on the shadows he felt around him to talk to him.
You guys are shy. I get it. Take your time. He told them.
Then the security voice caressed his eardrums; getting closer. Drake didn't move. He didn't want the shadows to think he was ignoring them or something.
The voice was saying his name; it wanted to know if Drake had said something.
Yes. I did. Drake answered. Your voice is nice.
The voice wanted to know if Drake was mad at it.
No. Of course not.
Then why won't Drake talk to it? The voice inquired.
I am talking to you. Can you hear alright?
The voice sighed, and the sound made Drake a little sad.
What's wrong? Drake didn't like the safety voice to sound that way.
Well, the voice said, if he wasn't going to talk to it, Drake could at least get some sleep. It thought that tomorrow might be good for something.
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