So, I've deleted Childish and Frozen as I really can't continue with them anymore. I've lost where I was going. I'll probably also be deleting a couple others of my stories, and that's only because I just, I don't feel those stories anymore... that's probably obvious since I haven't been updating them.
In other news, I've written up some other stories on my iPod and we'll see if this gets much of a response.
I'll update when I see if you guys like it *evil grin* I have the next two chapters written so you better review~!
Oh! Also, I have a LightxL fanfic I want to write that I'll put up soon, hopefully next week. I also have some Kuroshitsuji and other Death Note fics I want to write, but this has taken up a lot of time.
This was written on my iPod, please be kind about possible spelling mistakes.
Screaming, that's all I hear. My eyes fly open as the sound jerks me out of a deep sleep. It takes me a moment to realize that the shrieking is coming from beside me. I jump up and turn to the person lying on the bed beside me.
In the dark room I can see the thrashing blankets and the twisting body below them. The screaming suddenly jerks to a stop and whimpers start, the thrashing slowing and slowly stopping until the body curls up into a ball.
"Matt?" I whisper into the darkness, slowly sitting up and leaning towards the crying boy beside me. All I get in return is a small moan. I get up and cross over to the other bed. I slowly lift the blankets off of the sweating heap. I crawl into the bed and lie down beside him, wrapping my arms around his skinny, shaking body. He slowly calms down as I hug him to me and bury my head in my hair.
"I'm sorry for waking you." He whispered meekly, his voice shaky. He shifted and curled his back deeper into my chest.
"Never worry about that. You don't need to apologize." I reply, "Now go to sleep." I wrap my arms around him slightly tighter as I feel his body start to relax. This was a regular occurrence and I didn't mind one bit. If Matt needed my help I'd wake up every morning at 3 am to hold him while he calmed down. Which is exactly what happened anyways. I hated the fact that this had to happen, and that I could do nothing about it.
"I'm so sorry Matt." I whisper as he falls asleep.
In the morning I wake up slowly. Alone in the bed by myself. I blink weakly and look over at the clock beside my bed. It is 7:30 a.m. I sigh and push my arm over my eyes, breathing out through my nose. Today was the day we were supposed to pack up and move out of the orphanage. Matt had finally turned 16 and we weren't allowed to stay any longer, no matter how much Mrs. White wanted us too. Even though she couldn't care for us directly she offered us an apartment her family owned in the middle of the city, which we kindly turned down.
Although it was one of the nicest offers anyone had ever made us, we both had bad rich families before being orphaned and Matt had recently gained access to his. I'd received mine two years ago when I had turned 16. We had decided to pool a portion of our inherited money together to buy an apartment downtown. I had already looked online and found one we could afford and had put an offer. We were moving there today.
Matt stuck his head around the door, peering into the room, "Hey Mello, I'm thinking we should leave about an hour after breakfast." He smiled and pulled his head away from the doorframe. I nod and he runs off downstairs.
I laugh slightly and pull a black turtleneck over my head. With my black sweatpants that I slept in still on, I walk out of the bedroom and downstairs. In the Mess hall, almost 30 students sit along two long tables and eat up whatever is on their plates. I search the room for Matt's auburn hair and finally see him sitting by himself in the corner of the room. I walk over and sit beside him. He seems slightly out of it and is hunched over his spaghetti.
"Spaghetti for breakfast?" I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder. He shrugs and continues eating slowly, "you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just tired." He says. I stay still and silent, not wanting to bother him. We stay like this for a while as other kids begin leaving. They never payed us any mind any more. Not caring whether we were leaving today or not.
From behind us comes a high, squeaky voice. One we had gotten used to over the time spent at the orphanage, "Oh boys! I'm going to miss you so much! It's so amazing how much you've grown up!" We turn around and Mrs. White stands behind us, she's the perfect image of a caring grandmother and dresses like it too. In her hand she holds a large, covered basket.
"Yes, thank you Mrs. White." Matt says, standing up and bowing towards her, forever the gentleman. Instead of bowing I nod my head towards her, smiling slightly.
"Are you boys sure you don't want to take my apartment?" She says, worry written across her face.
"Thank you again for your generous offer, but we've already bought our own apartment." I say, smiling and letting my head fall to the side. I must say, we both knew how to treat people and get our way. It's something we've developed over years of going through some of the worst orphanages in the country. Getting kicked out over and over again we finally found Mrs. White who was more than glad to take care of us.
"Oh, well, at least take this. It has some essentials that most boys wouldn't think to buy for themselves." She holds out the basket, smiling cheerily.
"Thank you!" Matt says, seeming to be in awe. He gives her a hug and then with new motivations says, "Mello, we need to pack!" And runs off. I shake my head.
"Thank you Mrs. White. Please excuse his unintentional rudeness." I say, taking the offered basket.
"You boys are always so polite." She says, fanning her face with a hand.
I put the hand that isn't holding the basket over my stomach and bow, "We try." I leave the mess hall and walk up the stairs. The basket bumping against my leg as I climb the long stairway. When I get to our room I find Matt flopped out on the bed.
"Hey, what's with the mood shift?" I ask, standing in the doorway.
"Well we have to act happy in front of Mrs. White, don't we?" He asks, blowing his bangs from his face. Act happy...
I walk over and sit down on the bed beside him, leaving the basket on the ground, "What's wrong, baby?" I ask, putting a hand in his hair and twiddling my fingers, playing with the strands.
"I'm tired." He says, sighing. Tired. Tired?
"So am I. That's not the reason you're acting like this. Can I ask you a question?" I say, almost forcing the words from my mouth. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but this was something I needed to know for myself.
"Yeah, go ahead." He said, sitting up and then collapsing onto me, letting my arms wrap around him as I put my chin on his head.
"What do you dream about?" I ask, feeling him stiffen in my arms. I start rubbing circles into his skin with the thumb that's touching his back.
"I dream about a lot of things. But I'm guessing you're asking about what makes me scream in the middle of the night." He sighs when I nod, "Can we talk about this when we get somewhere more private?" I nod again and we stay bundled together in a hug until I feel him relax and realize he'd fallen asleep. I hum slightly as I rest my head on his more.
Yeah, yeah... it's kinda short. It seemed longer on my iPod :/ So, sorry. But that's okay, that just means I'll shoot for more than 1340 words next time.. The next chapter is about 2000 I think.
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