Will groaned as he struggled to carry the box of stuff from Ryder's room to
their new to be shared room. How much stuff has he got? Will thought he's
only moving rooms, not to a mansion! In front of him Ryder pushed the door
open and dropped the bag he was carrying to the floor with a sigh before
walking ahead. Will stumbled, almost tripping over the bag on the floor as
he dropped the box of stuff onto the spare bed and let out a relieved sigh.
Moron, Will thought glaring back at the bag, we're not here for less than a
minute and he's already trying to kill me. He looked up to see Ryder
sitting on the edge of Will's bed by the window.
"Uh, that's my bed" Will stated as he looked over at Ryder and ran a hand through his hair, still feeling a bit exhausted from carrying the box.
"Not any more" Ryder replied and turned to glance at the window. It seemed logical to him to have the bed by the window. That way if any attackers burst into the room with say, a gun, Will's bed would be the first they'd see and so they'd attack him first, giving Ryder time to escape by jumping out the window, even if it meant risking breaking a load of bones. I'd rather jump out a window than be shot, he thought as he lay back on the bed.
"Huh?" Will stared at him confused and Ryder stared back at him. Uh oh, guess I said that last thought out loud Ryder thought.
"I said, I'm rather be by the window. because I get hot.." Ryder said then added "At night".
Will stared at him a bit longer giving him a look that read a slow 'oookay'. He shook his head, "fine whatever, have that bed".
Ryder smirked and then widened his eyes a little as he watched Will rummage through his stuff in the box. "What are you doing?" he immediately sat up.
"Seeing as you're being lazy and turned me into your slave within minutes, I thought I'd start unpacking your stuff seeing as you're not" Will explained.
"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" Ryder snapped and got up from the bed walking over, "leave it alone, I'll sort it out"
"Fine" Will raised his hands up a little, "don't you want me to help with the unpacking at all? I mean there's a lot of"-
"No" Ryder cut in.
"Fine" Will sighed and rolled his eyes and pointed a wardrobe, "you can use that one, and there's some cleared shelves on the wall if you need them"
Ryder appeared to be ignoring him but was still staring at Will with an expectant look and a slightly raised eyebrow.
"What?" Will asked.
"Get out" Ryder stated giving Will a slight push, "I don't want you around when I'm unpacking my clothes and stuff"
Again Will rolled his eyes at Ryder's behaviour, "fine, I'll be back in a while" he said and turned leaving the room, grateful to be away from Ryder's mood for a while.
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"With Ryder? You. and Ryder. sharing a room?" Hamilton stared at Will in disbelief.
"Its only temporary, and anyway it was Finn's idea" Will muttered as he stirred the ice in his cola with the straw.
"And you agreed to it! Then you're both crazy" Hamilton smirked and shook his head.
"Why did you agree to it anyway?" Scout wanted to know, a little moody he'd been just chucked out of his own room, but glad of having his own big room none the less.
"Well when Finn explained it made sense. basically its just to, keep an eye on Ryder, make sure he doesn't you know. do anything. stupid" Will mumbled.
"Nothing stops Ryder being stupid" Hamilton said and got elbowed by Jake.
"Well I think its cool of you Will, I kind of admire you for agreeing to do it" Jake said positively with a smile to Will.
Hamilton snorted with laughter from disbelief and got some glares.
"Well good luck man anyway man, you're going to need it" Jake reached over to pat Will on the shoulder.
"That's a bit of an understatement" he said.
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Ryder sat down on the floor staring at the mess around him. He'd managed to pack most of the stuff but then it got boring. There was now just a few items of clothes littered on the floor around him and he stared sadly with a frown. Looking at all of his stuff, none of it seemed cool anymore, or looked great, or anything. Everything now seemed to have no meaning to him and were all worthless. Everything he looked at seemed dirty and screamed 'crazy faggot's property' to him. He had an urge just to throw everything he owned away, or burn it all. He wanted to be rid of everything.
Will walked in and stared in surprise at Ryder sat on the floor at the foot of his bed looking utterly miserable, surrounded by clothes. "Wasn't there enough space in the wardrobe?" he asked somewhat sarcastically and stepped over some jeans and t-shirts to open the wardrobe door to see that there was lots of space left. He looked down as he turned to face the other boy "Ryder?"
"What?" he snapped miserably.
"You can't leave all this lying around" Will said and bent down to start picking up random pieces of clothes.
"Just leave it" Ryder mumbled but Will carried on picking up the clothes. As Will grabbed onto a t-shirt Ryder snatched it from his hand and there was a slight ripping sound, "I said leave it!"
Will blinked at Ryder, used to his moods anyway, but surprised, and placed the clothes he'd picked up onto his bed. "Well what do you want me to"-
"Throw it away for all I care" Ryder snapped and folded his arms over his knees, ripped t-shirt still held in one hand and pouted moodily and glared at space ahead of him.
"You're just too damn lazy to put away your own clothes" Will muttered and grabbed some coathangers, beginning to put the clothes onto them and placing some into the wardrobe.
"I said to"-
"Well I don't care what you say, I'm putting them away" Will cut in and continued.
Ryder frowned and stared at the ripped t-shirt in his hands, spreading it over his knees and running his hands down the material. He began thinking about that night again, when the boy had pulled down his jeans, and he remembered his muddied and bloodied clothing, the rips in his t-shirt.
Will put the last hanged piece of clothing into the wardrobe and shut the doors with a sigh. He heard a weird sort of gasping, sniffling sound and turned to stare at Ryder who was crying into the t-shirt that was held in his hands.
"I didn't mean to rip it, I can buy you a new one" Will said, thinking how bad it was that Ryder was overreacting to a ripped T-shirt.
"Its not that" Ryder mumbled through his tears, feeling pathetic sitting there crying in front of Will. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him right then.
Will felt his insides twist a little and bit his lip as he crouched down in front of him, "do you want to talk about it?" he asked reaching to put a hand on Ryder's shoulder.
"Piss off!" Ryder snapped, not looking up from the t-shirt he was crying into. He didn't want to see Will looking smug, laughing at him inside, or with sympathy, he was thinking. Will wasn't feeling smug or wanted to laugh at him though.
Will stood up and walked over to his desk, tearing some tissues from the box and walking back over to Ryder, crouching down again and holding them out to Ryder, "here, use the tissues, don't want to ruin the t-shirt anymore than it is" he tried a smile.
"Oh fuck the t-shirt" Ryder snapped looking up briefly and chucking it angrily to the side. He flinched slightly when the tissues were thrusted to him and he took them from Will and wiped at his eyes. "God you must think I'm some pathetic nutcase"
Will shook his head, "No I don't. I'm just concerned about you"
"You must be the only one then" Ryder let out an empty laugh as he sniffed, "people concerned about me, whatever" he rolled his teary eyes.
"Of course people are. Why do you think Finn was at the hospital and everything with you? Why do you think I agreed to share a room with you? We all care Ryder and want to help, you just don't want to accept any" Will said sitting opposite Ryder.
Ryder sniffed and frowned, he wiped his eyes again as he thought about what Will said. He chewed his lip a little before saying, "You're not going to tell anyone I cried are you?" he looked embarrassed with a somehow pained look.
Will smirked and shook his head, "anything done or said in this room, doesn't leave the room" he said.
"That could sound really gross" Ryder made an 'ick' sort of grossed out face, as he thought about how Will and Scout shared a room before he'd moved in, and he did NOT want to think about that anymore.
Will rolled his eyes, how typical of Ryder. "You feeling okay now?" he asked.
Ryder sniffled a bit more and licked his lips a little before slowly nodding.
"Good. If you want to talk about anything Ryder, you can talk to me. And everything will be kept confidential" Will offered.
Ryder gave another short nod looking a bit uncomfortable. "Thanks for." he nodded towards the wardrobe.
"No problem. You can't put away clothes to save your life" Will stood up, "I knew I'd be left to do it anyway"
Ryder slowly stood up, still clutching the tissue in his hand, " this is all just weird"
"What do you mean?" Will asked then thought of how dumb a question it was.
"A few days ago I was just Ryder the annoying English jerk that everyone loved to hate, and now. I'm a pathetic nutcase, who people pity" Ryder sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You're not a pathetic nutcase and well yeah, people do feel pity for you. but don't worry you're still an annoying jerk" Will smirked at him. Ryder smirked back, "thanks, that was really reassuring" he muttered.
"No problem" Will shrugged and sat opposite Ryder on the opposite bed.
"Okay now THIS is weird" Ryder shuddered.
"What?" Will asked confused.
"Us.. talking. almost, getting along. I haven't hit you in. in days!" Ryder's eyes widened a little, "God what have I changed into?"
Will smiled, "you can hit me if it'll make you feel better" he joked.
"I'm not helping you carry out your twisted sexual fantasies" Ryder replied, to which Will just rolled his eyes.
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Later that night the boys were getting ready for bed. "Face away or I will hit you" Ryder warned and Will turned his back to him and stared at the wall.
"Hurry up, I need to get dressed too you know" Will told him.
Ryder shuddered, "urk, don't tell me that" he quickly yanked off his clothing and felt himself blush. Oh God he thought, me, Ryder, blushing?! He felt vulnerable with Will in the room as he was getting dressed. He left his boxers on and yanked on a t-shirt before diving into his new bed under the covers. He faced the window and coughed, "done".
Will sighed as he turned and spotted Ryder lying in his bed with the covers yanked over his body before he started to undress to his boxers and put on a t-shirt. He didn't feel vulnerable or embarrassed like Ryder did, then again he hadn't gone through what Ryder had. But sharing a room with Scout for so long meant he was fine with it.
Ryder rolled onto his back and let out a sigh, turning to glance casually to the side then widened his eyes when he caught Will just about to put his t-shirt on. He quickly rolled onto his side to face the wall again. "dirty faggot" the words rang in his ears as he thought about what happened again and shut his eyes tight.
Will sighed as he climbed into his bed and pulled the covers up over himself then twisted around awkwardly to turn the lamp on the desk off. He then glanced to Ryder and asked, "Do you want the light left on?"
Ryder just shook his head. He felt that is he said yes he'd appear weak to Will, which he didn't want. Crying in front of him earlier that day was mortifying enough.
"Well.. good night" Will said and there was a click, then the room was drenched into darkness. Ryder lay frozen staring at the wall through the darkness, body tense with a slight fear. He didn't say anything back, because nights were never good now.
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Will was a light sleeper, and was woken by movements to his side and a weird sound. It was like a soft whimpering, not a crying sound. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, searching through the darkness until his focus rested on Ryder, fidgeting around on his bed like he was in some slight distress. Oh no, will thought, Ryder was lost in the start of a nightmare. He bit his lip and glanced around. He didn't think anyone would appreciate Ryder being left to scream and get hysterical in his sleep again. And he had told Finn he'd 'keep an eye' on Ryder. He knew he'd have to wake Ryder up, he was just a bit nervous about what kind of a reaction Ryder might have.
Slowly Will got up from his bed and moved across the room towards the sleeping boy, who had rolled over to face the way that Will was, and Ryder let out a small whimper kind of noise, frown on his face and a pained look.
Will let out a shaky breath before reaching for Ryder's shoulder and hesitantly placing his hand onto him. He began to shake Ryder slightly, "Ryder. Ryder wake up" he whispered in almost a hiss. There was a groan from Ryder and Will repeated a "Ryder wake up" a bit louder with a rougher shake.
Ryder gasped awake and was immediately aware of someone in the room right beside him, with a hand on his shoulder. He sat up quickly and shoved the hand away from him in panic, edging back on the bed until his back hit the headboard.
Will reached over and turned the lamp on with a soft click, light immediately flooding back into the room. "Its just me Ryder. You were having a nightmare, I think" Will explained as he turned to face him again.
Ryder had a slightly petrified look on his face, mixed with something else that Will couldn't quite decipher. "D-did I wake anyone else up?" Ryder asked nervously.
Will shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed, Ryder flinched automatically. "Do you want to talk about your dream?"
Ryder looked away, "I can't remember it" he said, and bit onto his lower lip. Will knew he was lying but he knew pushing him into talking to him wouldn't work.
"Well. are you okay? I could get you a drink or something" Will asked trying to be helpful.
"No" Ryder snapped, "I mean don't get anything, I'm fine, just.. just leave me alone. Get off my bed" he gave Will a slight kick which Will took as a hint and crossed the room to sit on his own bed.
"Well seeing as you don't want to talk or anything, I'm going back to bed. I'll leave the light on for you" Will said as he lay down and pulled the quilt up over himself. He thought Ryder might have talked to him, after earlier he thought there was some kind of progress. He understood Ryder had gone through a traumatic time, but he needed to stop being stubborn and talk to people, Will just had to figure out how to get Ryder to do that. Ryder was lying still in his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was remembering the dream, all the feelings and imagery still afresh in his mind. He wanted to tell Will, but he didn't want him to think he was crazy, or just feel sympathy for him. He hated keeping everything bottled up inside, he felt like it was killing who he was. He was just afraid of letting all this stuff out of his mind though. Most of all he wanted to get all the dirt he felt out of his body, and he thought back to the scratches on his legs, how relieved he felt when he saw the blood drip off, carrying the dirt away with it.
"Uh, that's my bed" Will stated as he looked over at Ryder and ran a hand through his hair, still feeling a bit exhausted from carrying the box.
"Not any more" Ryder replied and turned to glance at the window. It seemed logical to him to have the bed by the window. That way if any attackers burst into the room with say, a gun, Will's bed would be the first they'd see and so they'd attack him first, giving Ryder time to escape by jumping out the window, even if it meant risking breaking a load of bones. I'd rather jump out a window than be shot, he thought as he lay back on the bed.
"Huh?" Will stared at him confused and Ryder stared back at him. Uh oh, guess I said that last thought out loud Ryder thought.
"I said, I'm rather be by the window. because I get hot.." Ryder said then added "At night".
Will stared at him a bit longer giving him a look that read a slow 'oookay'. He shook his head, "fine whatever, have that bed".
Ryder smirked and then widened his eyes a little as he watched Will rummage through his stuff in the box. "What are you doing?" he immediately sat up.
"Seeing as you're being lazy and turned me into your slave within minutes, I thought I'd start unpacking your stuff seeing as you're not" Will explained.
"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" Ryder snapped and got up from the bed walking over, "leave it alone, I'll sort it out"
"Fine" Will raised his hands up a little, "don't you want me to help with the unpacking at all? I mean there's a lot of"-
"No" Ryder cut in.
"Fine" Will sighed and rolled his eyes and pointed a wardrobe, "you can use that one, and there's some cleared shelves on the wall if you need them"
Ryder appeared to be ignoring him but was still staring at Will with an expectant look and a slightly raised eyebrow.
"What?" Will asked.
"Get out" Ryder stated giving Will a slight push, "I don't want you around when I'm unpacking my clothes and stuff"
Again Will rolled his eyes at Ryder's behaviour, "fine, I'll be back in a while" he said and turned leaving the room, grateful to be away from Ryder's mood for a while.
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"With Ryder? You. and Ryder. sharing a room?" Hamilton stared at Will in disbelief.
"Its only temporary, and anyway it was Finn's idea" Will muttered as he stirred the ice in his cola with the straw.
"And you agreed to it! Then you're both crazy" Hamilton smirked and shook his head.
"Why did you agree to it anyway?" Scout wanted to know, a little moody he'd been just chucked out of his own room, but glad of having his own big room none the less.
"Well when Finn explained it made sense. basically its just to, keep an eye on Ryder, make sure he doesn't you know. do anything. stupid" Will mumbled.
"Nothing stops Ryder being stupid" Hamilton said and got elbowed by Jake.
"Well I think its cool of you Will, I kind of admire you for agreeing to do it" Jake said positively with a smile to Will.
Hamilton snorted with laughter from disbelief and got some glares.
"Well good luck man anyway man, you're going to need it" Jake reached over to pat Will on the shoulder.
"That's a bit of an understatement" he said.
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Ryder sat down on the floor staring at the mess around him. He'd managed to pack most of the stuff but then it got boring. There was now just a few items of clothes littered on the floor around him and he stared sadly with a frown. Looking at all of his stuff, none of it seemed cool anymore, or looked great, or anything. Everything now seemed to have no meaning to him and were all worthless. Everything he looked at seemed dirty and screamed 'crazy faggot's property' to him. He had an urge just to throw everything he owned away, or burn it all. He wanted to be rid of everything.
Will walked in and stared in surprise at Ryder sat on the floor at the foot of his bed looking utterly miserable, surrounded by clothes. "Wasn't there enough space in the wardrobe?" he asked somewhat sarcastically and stepped over some jeans and t-shirts to open the wardrobe door to see that there was lots of space left. He looked down as he turned to face the other boy "Ryder?"
"What?" he snapped miserably.
"You can't leave all this lying around" Will said and bent down to start picking up random pieces of clothes.
"Just leave it" Ryder mumbled but Will carried on picking up the clothes. As Will grabbed onto a t-shirt Ryder snatched it from his hand and there was a slight ripping sound, "I said leave it!"
Will blinked at Ryder, used to his moods anyway, but surprised, and placed the clothes he'd picked up onto his bed. "Well what do you want me to"-
"Throw it away for all I care" Ryder snapped and folded his arms over his knees, ripped t-shirt still held in one hand and pouted moodily and glared at space ahead of him.
"You're just too damn lazy to put away your own clothes" Will muttered and grabbed some coathangers, beginning to put the clothes onto them and placing some into the wardrobe.
"I said to"-
"Well I don't care what you say, I'm putting them away" Will cut in and continued.
Ryder frowned and stared at the ripped t-shirt in his hands, spreading it over his knees and running his hands down the material. He began thinking about that night again, when the boy had pulled down his jeans, and he remembered his muddied and bloodied clothing, the rips in his t-shirt.
Will put the last hanged piece of clothing into the wardrobe and shut the doors with a sigh. He heard a weird sort of gasping, sniffling sound and turned to stare at Ryder who was crying into the t-shirt that was held in his hands.
"I didn't mean to rip it, I can buy you a new one" Will said, thinking how bad it was that Ryder was overreacting to a ripped T-shirt.
"Its not that" Ryder mumbled through his tears, feeling pathetic sitting there crying in front of Will. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him right then.
Will felt his insides twist a little and bit his lip as he crouched down in front of him, "do you want to talk about it?" he asked reaching to put a hand on Ryder's shoulder.
"Piss off!" Ryder snapped, not looking up from the t-shirt he was crying into. He didn't want to see Will looking smug, laughing at him inside, or with sympathy, he was thinking. Will wasn't feeling smug or wanted to laugh at him though.
Will stood up and walked over to his desk, tearing some tissues from the box and walking back over to Ryder, crouching down again and holding them out to Ryder, "here, use the tissues, don't want to ruin the t-shirt anymore than it is" he tried a smile.
"Oh fuck the t-shirt" Ryder snapped looking up briefly and chucking it angrily to the side. He flinched slightly when the tissues were thrusted to him and he took them from Will and wiped at his eyes. "God you must think I'm some pathetic nutcase"
Will shook his head, "No I don't. I'm just concerned about you"
"You must be the only one then" Ryder let out an empty laugh as he sniffed, "people concerned about me, whatever" he rolled his teary eyes.
"Of course people are. Why do you think Finn was at the hospital and everything with you? Why do you think I agreed to share a room with you? We all care Ryder and want to help, you just don't want to accept any" Will said sitting opposite Ryder.
Ryder sniffed and frowned, he wiped his eyes again as he thought about what Will said. He chewed his lip a little before saying, "You're not going to tell anyone I cried are you?" he looked embarrassed with a somehow pained look.
Will smirked and shook his head, "anything done or said in this room, doesn't leave the room" he said.
"That could sound really gross" Ryder made an 'ick' sort of grossed out face, as he thought about how Will and Scout shared a room before he'd moved in, and he did NOT want to think about that anymore.
Will rolled his eyes, how typical of Ryder. "You feeling okay now?" he asked.
Ryder sniffled a bit more and licked his lips a little before slowly nodding.
"Good. If you want to talk about anything Ryder, you can talk to me. And everything will be kept confidential" Will offered.
Ryder gave another short nod looking a bit uncomfortable. "Thanks for." he nodded towards the wardrobe.
"No problem. You can't put away clothes to save your life" Will stood up, "I knew I'd be left to do it anyway"
Ryder slowly stood up, still clutching the tissue in his hand, " this is all just weird"
"What do you mean?" Will asked then thought of how dumb a question it was.
"A few days ago I was just Ryder the annoying English jerk that everyone loved to hate, and now. I'm a pathetic nutcase, who people pity" Ryder sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You're not a pathetic nutcase and well yeah, people do feel pity for you. but don't worry you're still an annoying jerk" Will smirked at him. Ryder smirked back, "thanks, that was really reassuring" he muttered.
"No problem" Will shrugged and sat opposite Ryder on the opposite bed.
"Okay now THIS is weird" Ryder shuddered.
"What?" Will asked confused.
"Us.. talking. almost, getting along. I haven't hit you in. in days!" Ryder's eyes widened a little, "God what have I changed into?"
Will smiled, "you can hit me if it'll make you feel better" he joked.
"I'm not helping you carry out your twisted sexual fantasies" Ryder replied, to which Will just rolled his eyes.
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Later that night the boys were getting ready for bed. "Face away or I will hit you" Ryder warned and Will turned his back to him and stared at the wall.
"Hurry up, I need to get dressed too you know" Will told him.
Ryder shuddered, "urk, don't tell me that" he quickly yanked off his clothing and felt himself blush. Oh God he thought, me, Ryder, blushing?! He felt vulnerable with Will in the room as he was getting dressed. He left his boxers on and yanked on a t-shirt before diving into his new bed under the covers. He faced the window and coughed, "done".
Will sighed as he turned and spotted Ryder lying in his bed with the covers yanked over his body before he started to undress to his boxers and put on a t-shirt. He didn't feel vulnerable or embarrassed like Ryder did, then again he hadn't gone through what Ryder had. But sharing a room with Scout for so long meant he was fine with it.
Ryder rolled onto his back and let out a sigh, turning to glance casually to the side then widened his eyes when he caught Will just about to put his t-shirt on. He quickly rolled onto his side to face the wall again. "dirty faggot" the words rang in his ears as he thought about what happened again and shut his eyes tight.
Will sighed as he climbed into his bed and pulled the covers up over himself then twisted around awkwardly to turn the lamp on the desk off. He then glanced to Ryder and asked, "Do you want the light left on?"
Ryder just shook his head. He felt that is he said yes he'd appear weak to Will, which he didn't want. Crying in front of him earlier that day was mortifying enough.
"Well.. good night" Will said and there was a click, then the room was drenched into darkness. Ryder lay frozen staring at the wall through the darkness, body tense with a slight fear. He didn't say anything back, because nights were never good now.
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Will was a light sleeper, and was woken by movements to his side and a weird sound. It was like a soft whimpering, not a crying sound. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, searching through the darkness until his focus rested on Ryder, fidgeting around on his bed like he was in some slight distress. Oh no, will thought, Ryder was lost in the start of a nightmare. He bit his lip and glanced around. He didn't think anyone would appreciate Ryder being left to scream and get hysterical in his sleep again. And he had told Finn he'd 'keep an eye' on Ryder. He knew he'd have to wake Ryder up, he was just a bit nervous about what kind of a reaction Ryder might have.
Slowly Will got up from his bed and moved across the room towards the sleeping boy, who had rolled over to face the way that Will was, and Ryder let out a small whimper kind of noise, frown on his face and a pained look.
Will let out a shaky breath before reaching for Ryder's shoulder and hesitantly placing his hand onto him. He began to shake Ryder slightly, "Ryder. Ryder wake up" he whispered in almost a hiss. There was a groan from Ryder and Will repeated a "Ryder wake up" a bit louder with a rougher shake.
Ryder gasped awake and was immediately aware of someone in the room right beside him, with a hand on his shoulder. He sat up quickly and shoved the hand away from him in panic, edging back on the bed until his back hit the headboard.
Will reached over and turned the lamp on with a soft click, light immediately flooding back into the room. "Its just me Ryder. You were having a nightmare, I think" Will explained as he turned to face him again.
Ryder had a slightly petrified look on his face, mixed with something else that Will couldn't quite decipher. "D-did I wake anyone else up?" Ryder asked nervously.
Will shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed, Ryder flinched automatically. "Do you want to talk about your dream?"
Ryder looked away, "I can't remember it" he said, and bit onto his lower lip. Will knew he was lying but he knew pushing him into talking to him wouldn't work.
"Well. are you okay? I could get you a drink or something" Will asked trying to be helpful.
"No" Ryder snapped, "I mean don't get anything, I'm fine, just.. just leave me alone. Get off my bed" he gave Will a slight kick which Will took as a hint and crossed the room to sit on his own bed.
"Well seeing as you don't want to talk or anything, I'm going back to bed. I'll leave the light on for you" Will said as he lay down and pulled the quilt up over himself. He thought Ryder might have talked to him, after earlier he thought there was some kind of progress. He understood Ryder had gone through a traumatic time, but he needed to stop being stubborn and talk to people, Will just had to figure out how to get Ryder to do that. Ryder was lying still in his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was remembering the dream, all the feelings and imagery still afresh in his mind. He wanted to tell Will, but he didn't want him to think he was crazy, or just feel sympathy for him. He hated keeping everything bottled up inside, he felt like it was killing who he was. He was just afraid of letting all this stuff out of his mind though. Most of all he wanted to get all the dirt he felt out of his body, and he thought back to the scratches on his legs, how relieved he felt when he saw the blood drip off, carrying the dirt away with it.