xv.
She lay there, completely silent,
not quite sure about anything anymore – all she knew was that tiny room,
the peeling blue wallpaper, the somewhat lopsided bed she'd had since she
was eleven years old…
Skylar, curled up in her lap…
A glance to the clock…
Twenty-seven minutes after three.
I can't be losing sleep over this,
no, I can't
And now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours I'll have
this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing
Brianna had had the same song on
repeat for the past four hours, and she was almost moved to tears because
of the fact –
It was true. Strangely…
Every thought raced back to him,
every fiber of her being, every bit of her soul wanted to be there, even
if it could mean that she wouldn't wake to see the morning –
He was frightening at times, and
violent…
That didn't stop her from feeling.
Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
No. She couldn't fall for such
a monster – because somewhere in her, she knew. She knew that he
was something different, something…not right.
Somewhere, something about him –
in the shadows…the stuff of nightmares.
This is over my head
But underneath my feet
Cause by tomorrow morning
I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back
To the way that it was
I wish that it was just that
easy
It'll be better tomorrow, she kept
telling herself. Sooner or later, she'd wake up and this would all
be some sort of twisted nightmare, and she'd never have to deal with any
of this again, and she would have never heard or seen the boy…
Ever.
Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
She wanted him right there, though.
Right that very second, she wanted to feel…whatever it had been.
There'd been some sort of…
Chemistry.
Something…even if he was somewhat
frightening, she couldn't deny…
What is real and just a dream
"Where are you, you bastard…"
She looked down at Skylar, then
closed her eyes, sighing at the world…
The situation she'd got herself
into…
"You beautiful…terrible…bastard…"
Would you catch me if I fall
Out of what I fell in
Don't be surprised if I collapse
Down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from
this
I know that I just don't need
this
She drifted into dreams again, tears
slipping down porcelain cheeks.
She didn't need this…
But oddly…somehow…she did.