A/N: Hello! Thanks for the good feedback I've been getting on all of my stories (it's the better feedback I've ever got anyway!). I've finished one of my stories, but I'm still writing other three! Check them out if you want. And please review, if you have ideas you want me to fit in any of the three stories.
5th August, 2003, 3:26am
The mirrored view of the rotten hall and the girl in front of him was now as familiar to Tom as seeing Danny and Harry every day. However, he still felt as scared and horrified as he had felt for the first time, if not worse.
After having the exactly the same nightmare for days and days, and even twice in a single night, Tom was expecting to wake up after being given a few moments to look at the corridor in his dream, and eventually try and fall asleep again, praying for no more nightmares.
Tom thought he had woken up. After all, he could see his room with the faint light coming from the hall outside the room, and he didn't feel sick or dizzy as he used to when he was stuck in that dream.
Noticing how dry his mouth was, he decided to go get a glass of water. Tom frowned. His body did not seem to answer his mind's orders, and he started to panic when he realized he was not able to move. Tom was trying to scream for help, but once again, he felt stuck in a paralyzed body. His eyes watered with fear, and he scanned the room back and forth, as if trying to find a way out of his problem.
Suddenly, his nose detected something. It was like someone was frying potatoes under his room, as the smell came from under his bed, probably in Danny's room or wardrobe. But who the hell would fry potatoes at half past three in the morning? Concentrating, Tom paid more attention to the smell. It could also be something burning, like a fire. As soon as he contemplated that situation, he started to hear screams. Pained, heart wrenching, high pitched screams, as if someone was physically torturing a small child. Tom would scream. Tom would get up, and try to see what was happening. Tom would try and tell his best friends that their house was on fire, and that he was hearing screams, but he couldn't. Crying harder, he heard the cries getting worse, and then stopping eventually, as the smell of smoke was getting more and more intense, and the room got gradually colder. Exhausted, he fell into a dreamless slumber.
5th August, 2003, 12:41pm
'It must be him! I'll go open the door; you try to get Tom to get up!' Harry ordered when he heard the door bell ring.
'Okay, mate. I'll go down later to help you guys bring his stuff upstairs.' Danny replied, running to the third floor.
Tom's room was still dark, and he was still sleeping, in a rather strange and unnatural position, lying down as if he was inside a coffin, his members stiff, and his face too peaceful. Danny and Harry found weird that Tom had not got up before them (as it was usual), but had decided to let him sleep, wanting to believe that there was a possibility the blonde's unusual behaviour had its origin in lack of sleep.
Danny walked to Tom's bed and shook his shoulders. Slowly he woke up, frowning and looking around the room confused.
'Good morning sleepyhead.' Danny smiled, sitting down on the end of the bed. 'Dougie just arrived, Harry is helping him downstairs. Did you sleep well?'
'Da... Dan...' Tom winced at how much his throat hurt. He felt like he had been yelling for ages, or like he had been rehearsing nonstop in the previous day.
'What's wrong with you voice, Tom?' Danny asked. 'Are you feeling ill?'
'No, it's just my throat...' Tom whispered, swallowing painfully. Danny's face lit up suddenly.
'I could make you some of my mother's special tea! It always helped me when I had sore throats.' The brunette got up. 'Stay there, I'll be right back with your tea.' He smiled, happy that he could feel useful, as he was majorly good in few areas, like singing, playing guitar, sports and (surprisingly) cooking.
Tom sighed and lay down, not feeling quite ready to face the day. The girl hadn't talked to him since the computer incident, but the nightmares had never stopped. But Tom remembered every single detail of the previous night. Waking up from the dream, not being able to move, the smell of smoke, the screams. He didn't even know if it had been real. It was like... his body was still sleeping, but his mind was awake. Bur surely, his inaudible screams had taken the toll on his vocal chords: Tom felt like someone had burnt them from the inside.
Danny entered in the room, carrying a tray with a steaming mug with tea, and an aspirin. Tom sat up on the bed, taking the tray of Danny's hands and placing it on his lap.
'Thanks.' He mumbled, smiling at how much Danny always cared so much about people.
'Anytime, mate. Now, drink the special Kathy Jones' tea, rest and get better, alright?' Danny smiled as well, getting up. 'And don't worry about Dougie, Harry and him are sorting his room out and everything. Fell better, Tom.' And he left Tom with a mug of tea, a sore throat, and deadly scared to fall asleep ever again.
LeilaTheGalaxyDefender: Haha, thanks! Well, the computer is the freakiest thing that happened until now, so it's one of my favourites too. Hope you like this chapter!
