Chapter Six
Savannah
Two-Bit was having a nightmare.
I watched him tossing and turning. I didn't know if I should wake him up or not; he needed sleep, but if he was having a bad dream it was probably the right thing to do to wake him up.
"Johnny," he mumbled.
He keeps asking for Johnny. I have no idea who he is.
"I'm sorry," Two-Bit said. "I didn't mean to kill you."
He also keeps saying that he killed someone. He couldn't have killed someone, his picture would have at least have been in the paper.
"No," Two-Bit sobbed. "It was an accident. I couldn't help it."
I reached out and gently shook Two-Bit. He jumped, screamed, and looked at me wild-eyed. He was breathing really hard. After a while Two-Bit calmed down.
"It was just a dream," he said to himself. Then he shook his head and sighed.
"Are you Ok?" I asked.
Two-Bit nodded, "Yeah," he said. "Fine."
I didn't think that Two-Bit was Ok, but I didn't want to make him talk to me. He still wasn't feeling good; I would try to talk to him when he was feeling better.
"Hey Savannah," Two-Bit said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Could you get me something to drink?" Two-Bit said. "I don't care what, just anything."
"Sure," I said.
I kind of got the feeling that Two-Bit was trying to get rid of me.
Two-Bit
I had the dream again.
It gets worse and worse every time. I begged Johnny to forgive me, but he just kept on telling me that I had killed him. That wasn't like him, he would have forgiven me.
I'm scared. I'm actually scared; the dream makes me never want to sleep again. Damn it, I'm shaking.
I'm not thirsty at all; I just had to get rid of Savannah for a while. I was afraid that I was going to cry, but I think I'm over it now.
It was just a dream; Johnny can't come out of the grave and kill me. He's dead, he's gone. So why is he haunting me? Calm down, it was just a dream, it's OK.
A tear spilled down my cheek.
I've never cried because I was scared before. I'm not thinking clearly. I know that it was just a dream.
But it wasn't a dream, it's real. It's my fault that Johnny is dead; it's all my fault. I deserve this. I deserve all of this, getting sick, crying because I'm so scared. I deserve it all. It's like payback for my killing Johnny. We're no where near even; I'm going to have to suffer a lot more before we're even.
Savannah should be coming back soon. I know that she suspects something. I need to get my act together. I just hope I can.
