Please Don't Wake Me Up When I'm Dreaming, chapter 8
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Y-yeah. Fine. Oh, here's your cell phone..." She said, handing it to me.
"When'd you take this?"
"You were asleep. I wanted to call Vincent back..." I saw a tear run down her cheek.
"Oh, no. What'd he say?"
"H-he was talking to Laurie last night and..." She just started crying. I knew he was goin to do this to her. I just knew. But they were so perfect together. She had stopped crying for the most part and was just sobbing. I had no idea what to do, I was never good with this stuff.
"Araxie... pull up your sleeve." She looked at me with confusion and guilt dancing in her eyes.
"Wh-why?"
"Just do it!"
"No. Why?"
"Does it matter? What, are you hiding something?"
"No!"
"Well, if you have nothing to hide, lift your sleeve up." She looked down at her feet as she slowly pushed the sleeve of her long-sleeved black shirt up her arm. "You're so fucking lucky we're on a plane where people are around. Gimme that fucking knife right now!" She handed me a small pocket knife out of her pocket, without even glancing up at me for a second. "Put your sleeves back down and I'll be back at my seat. You better be out of here in 30 seconds!" When I got back to my seat, I studied the knife. It looked exactly like the one in my dream. How could I dream of something I had never seen before? Oh, sweet Jesus of Suburbia! I hope to God those dreams weren't like a sort of a premonition-type thing. Mike looked back at me and I must've looked hella worried 'cause he put his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.
"You okay, kid?"
"Yeah. Fine."
"You sure? You look kind of pale..."
"I'm fine. I just... have a lot of things on my mind."
"Whatever. If you wanna talk, I'm here, you know."
"Yeah. Thanks, Mike."
"No problem." He simply said as he turned back around in his seat. Tré had taken Araxie's seat next to Billie and they were discussing the tour amongst themselves.When Araxie came out, she sat next to me.
"I'm going to kill you the second we're alone. You're so fucking dead." I whispered, making sure Mike couldn't hear us.
"Sorry. I can't fucking help it!"
"Well I did, so can you!"
"It's not that fucking easy!"
"You think I don't know that?" She was silent for a minute.
"You think everything's gonna be okay?"
"No."
"What?"
"I know everything's gonna be okay." I said and smiled. She smiled back, something she rarely did.
"Y-yeah. Fine. Oh, here's your cell phone..." She said, handing it to me.
"When'd you take this?"
"You were asleep. I wanted to call Vincent back..." I saw a tear run down her cheek.
"Oh, no. What'd he say?"
"H-he was talking to Laurie last night and..." She just started crying. I knew he was goin to do this to her. I just knew. But they were so perfect together. She had stopped crying for the most part and was just sobbing. I had no idea what to do, I was never good with this stuff.
"Araxie... pull up your sleeve." She looked at me with confusion and guilt dancing in her eyes.
"Wh-why?"
"Just do it!"
"No. Why?"
"Does it matter? What, are you hiding something?"
"No!"
"Well, if you have nothing to hide, lift your sleeve up." She looked down at her feet as she slowly pushed the sleeve of her long-sleeved black shirt up her arm. "You're so fucking lucky we're on a plane where people are around. Gimme that fucking knife right now!" She handed me a small pocket knife out of her pocket, without even glancing up at me for a second. "Put your sleeves back down and I'll be back at my seat. You better be out of here in 30 seconds!" When I got back to my seat, I studied the knife. It looked exactly like the one in my dream. How could I dream of something I had never seen before? Oh, sweet Jesus of Suburbia! I hope to God those dreams weren't like a sort of a premonition-type thing. Mike looked back at me and I must've looked hella worried 'cause he put his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.
"You okay, kid?"
"Yeah. Fine."
"You sure? You look kind of pale..."
"I'm fine. I just... have a lot of things on my mind."
"Whatever. If you wanna talk, I'm here, you know."
"Yeah. Thanks, Mike."
"No problem." He simply said as he turned back around in his seat. Tré had taken Araxie's seat next to Billie and they were discussing the tour amongst themselves.When Araxie came out, she sat next to me.
"I'm going to kill you the second we're alone. You're so fucking dead." I whispered, making sure Mike couldn't hear us.
"Sorry. I can't fucking help it!"
"Well I did, so can you!"
"It's not that fucking easy!"
"You think I don't know that?" She was silent for a minute.
"You think everything's gonna be okay?"
"No."
"What?"
"I know everything's gonna be okay." I said and smiled. She smiled back, something she rarely did.
