Hoot

Chapter 7

Truth

He stood next to Mullet, looking down at his own figure from 5 years ago. He then saw Mullet's figure pull Roy's limp figure closer to him, lowering his head down to his ear. And what Roy heard next would baffle him, and shock him for the rest of his life.

"Sleep well, my love." Mullet's figure whispered softly into Roy's figures ear, turning his face, kissing his cheek long and softly, "I'll be back for you, soon, I promise." And then Roy saw one sign of weakness. He saw a single tear roll down Mullets cheek. But to Roy, it was like a mighty waterfall, Mullet had never EVER cried! Roy sat watching in shock. He couldn't think straight. A million things ran through his mind like speeding cars. His eyes, wide, stared at Mullet's figure. His hand went to his own cheek, admiring the warmth once again. But this was different. The warmth was passionate. Like a wildfire, quick, and it spread throughout his body quickly. His breath caught in his throat, his eyes closing.

The next thing Roy new, he saw was upright in bed. A shean of sweat on his skin, that glistened from the moonlight of his dorm window. His breathing was heavy, like he'd ran a marathon. It wasnt a nightmare, so why am I so nervous and sweaty? wait, im back. He said to himself. He stared out the window, regaining his regular breath. How did that happen? That was so weird. He thought to himself. Was that dream real? What is it telling me? How come this is coming to me like an out-of-body experience?? These thoughts were seeping into his conscience. He blinked rapdily, clearing his head. Maybe. Maybe everything was just what I wanted to believe. Wanted to believe that was how the situation was.... but was it real? He had to clear his mind once again. Maybe.

Roy sighed, yawning, throwing the covers off him, and getting slowly out of bed. He switched on his desk light, and sat at his computer with a pad and paper, and he began to write.

Roy Eberhardt.

This is not a journal, I swear.

I had a dream tonight. One I cannot explain, a million thoughts are running through my head, and i cannot sleep. I dont know if the dream was a real flashback, or just a figment of my, yet, hopeful imagination, but...

He stopped writing. Nobody else has to know what I think anyways. Suddenly, he heard Alec shift, groaning. Roy jumped, it scared him. He was so jumpy right now, from everything. oops. He forgot Alec was sleeping. He automatically turned off the light, and ran back to bed lightly, throwing on his sheets, pretending to snore. Alec settled back down. Roy tried again to control his racing heart. He knew he wasnt getting any sleep tonight.