A/N: sorry about not writing for a while. This chapter has been sitting on my computer for a while, yet i felt it unfinished. I wanted to write so much more, but my inspiration left as quickly as it had come. I ask for any ideas for what should happen next. I'll post as soon as I can. Reviews inspire me and are greatly appreciated. So review and I shall continue =).
I was beyond exhausted, but with the things I'd been through in the past few weeks I wasn't surprised when I woke up for the third time at midnight. I must have had a bad dream because my legs were twisted and tangled in the sheets. I straightened them out and turned over falling asleep as soon as my head hit the rather lumpy, uncomfortable pillow.
"MARSHALL!" I screamed, whipping into a sitting position. I was on the floor uselessly and impossibly tangled in my sheets. I'd had a nightmare about a time when we were seven. We were sitting on my trampoline, exhausted from spending half an hour jumping, he leaned in to kiss me, and I shoved him away, accidentially pushing him off the trampoline. I jumped off and knelt next to him. He was pretending to be unconscious, then when I tried to wake him he'd reached up and pulled my face down, smashing our lips together. I was proud to say that after I'd slapped him his left cheek was red for the rest of the day. In my dream James grabbed him and disappeared into the dark. That coupled with the stress of my accident in Maine caused me to spend the next couple minutes crying. I pulled myself from my sheets and dressed. Tears still streaking down my face I reached for my phone that usually sat on the table next to my bed. I realized that I'd gotten rid of it days ago when I left. Who was I planning on calling? No one from my past, not that any of them wanted to hear from me unless it was to tell them where I was. Marshall? I sighed. He would be the best one to call, if I'd had a number to reach him at. I need someone. I had to talk about what happened or I was gonna burst, or worse I was gonna implode. I knew it was a bad idea, but never-the-less I put on a pair of giant sunglasses and walked all the way to the building where Marshall worked. I took care to double back, go through crowds, what little crowds there were at 6 in the morning to make sure no one was following me. I sat next to the door to the building. After a little while the women that had been in the room yesterday came towards the building. She noticed me and knelt in front of me.
"Are you ok, sweety?" She asked, obviously remembering me. Although I can't say I was surprised she did.
I opened my mouth to speak but all I could choke out around the tears was "Marshall".
She put her arm around me and led me to the office. She sat me down in Marshall's chair and went to make me a cup of coffee. By the time she set it in front of me I was already asleep.
My eyes shot open as I gasped softly. I blinked looking around. I realized were I was and immediately wanted to go back to my new house. Marshall spotted me from his spot on the chair next to Mary. He came over to me. I bit my bottom lip as it started trembling. He held his hand out for me, I took it, and he led me out onto a balcony.