"It Was A Secret That Killed Us.", chapter 4
We left the hospital in floods of tears.
Lewis and me jumped in the car away back to our house. I watched Tré break down outside of my window. My heart was breaking for him.
We soon arrived back home for the 4th time. I walked through the front door walking immediately upstairs. I put on a different top leaving my bottoms as they were, kicked Lewis's trainers off and slipped into our bed.
I heard Lewis sigh as he walked in with me.
I didn't even get to see Hazel, I felt worried and scared. Mostly sadness and anger. No body knows what Tré might do. No one can stop him; he's his own person. I closed my eyes and I felt Lewis slide his arms around me and pull me close to him. Just so I was safe, a smile crawled across my face as he kissed my neck.
"It's going to be okay."
I soon fell asleep trying not to dream about what happened earlier. My mind suddenly floated to it's own place...
"Lewis?!" I screamed out into a dark well. No reply, my head began to hurt. As if by a sudden push, I fell into the well. It never seemed to end; I noticed the light at the top shining down onto me. I looked up, seeing the figure that must have pushed me. It looked like Lewis.
"Lewis... Help me!" I screamed again.
He raised his hand and waved at me. Shutting the light out with a wooden trapper. I soon fell into the water at the bottom. It splashed and I caught my breath quickly. I spun round trying to find some way out. Or even a light, nothing. I felt a brush against my legs. I froze; I then felt several smacks on my back. Something grabbed my hair pulling my head back and dunking me under water.
I couldn't pull myself back up to the surface, I began to panic. My eyes opened and I saw all the people who had died in my family or my friends surround me. Trying to kill me, betraying me.
As I reached my last minute of living Tilly swam to me with a knife digging it into my heart. I tried to scream but only blood poured from my mouth. Forcing the water to turn the same colour. I soon gave up, and let the dead drag me into there world. The people who loved me... had betrayed me who had left me.
My mind jolted back to reality. My eyes flung open as I quickly sat up. Lewis hugged me, I let out a scream.
I jumped off the bed and grabbed the knife from the bedside cabinet, I pointed at him "Don't take me to the well," I said shaking with fear.
Lewis walked to me slowly and calmly.
"I wouldn't unless you asked me too, it was just a bad dream, you're over reacting... " He said taking the knife from my hand and placing it on back on the table.
I fell straight into his arms I began to break down in them. He gently stroked my hair assuring me I'll be okay. I wipe the tears away and hugged him again then jumped back into bed sleeping a dreamless sleep.
I woke bright and early in the morning... if you call 12:47PM early? Anyway, Lewis was still asleep so I slowly flipped over the covers and threw my legs over the wooden panel my toes touched the creamy carpet. I stood up slowly making my way to the door to go to the bathroom.
There was just open a jar so I pulled it open a tad bit more just enough for me to slip out. I walked over to the bathroom and flicked on the light and ran the taps for the bath. I walked over to the toilet, suddenly I felt a bit funny. Unwell, my mouth began to water and my eyes felt heavy. My stomach wasn't that well either.
I bent over the toilet bowl and threw my guts up. My eyes ran tears as I puked some more; I got some tissue and wiped my mouth, taking the sick away from it. I flushed it away going over to the sink and drinking and gurgling the cold water in my mouth.
I sat up against the wall focusing on trying not to chuck up again. Lewis plodding over looking down at me, "What's up?" he asks.
I shook my head, "I honestly... don't know," I said shaking.
Lewis walked over to me and hugged me.
"Maybe you should get some rest. This isn't really healthy is it?" Lewis began, stroking my forehead, "And you're as hot as hell... "
I smirked.
"You're not back yourself I must say."
He smiled at he laughing a bit. He pulled my up and tested my bath for me. It was the right temperature, Lewis helped take my clothes off and get me in the bath. He sat on the toilet seat as I bathed, just to be there in case anything else happened.
After I had washed and stuff, Lewis got me my red fluffy towel and wrapped it round me "There you are... " he said as he lifted me from the bath.
I giggled a bit and he carried me back to our room. He put me back on our bed and kissed me.
"I'll get you a glass of water and a flannel," Lewis said leaving me to get myself sorted.
I felt like shit. I threw on new pyjamas and got back into bed. Lewis came back with my stuff. He placed the flannel on my head and kissed my cheek putting the drink beside me in reachable position.
Okay truthfully I had been feeling like this almost every morning... maybe I should check myself over.
Lewis and me jumped in the car away back to our house. I watched Tré break down outside of my window. My heart was breaking for him.
We soon arrived back home for the 4th time. I walked through the front door walking immediately upstairs. I put on a different top leaving my bottoms as they were, kicked Lewis's trainers off and slipped into our bed.
I heard Lewis sigh as he walked in with me.
I didn't even get to see Hazel, I felt worried and scared. Mostly sadness and anger. No body knows what Tré might do. No one can stop him; he's his own person. I closed my eyes and I felt Lewis slide his arms around me and pull me close to him. Just so I was safe, a smile crawled across my face as he kissed my neck.
"It's going to be okay."
I soon fell asleep trying not to dream about what happened earlier. My mind suddenly floated to it's own place...
"Lewis?!" I screamed out into a dark well. No reply, my head began to hurt. As if by a sudden push, I fell into the well. It never seemed to end; I noticed the light at the top shining down onto me. I looked up, seeing the figure that must have pushed me. It looked like Lewis.
"Lewis... Help me!" I screamed again.
He raised his hand and waved at me. Shutting the light out with a wooden trapper. I soon fell into the water at the bottom. It splashed and I caught my breath quickly. I spun round trying to find some way out. Or even a light, nothing. I felt a brush against my legs. I froze; I then felt several smacks on my back. Something grabbed my hair pulling my head back and dunking me under water.
I couldn't pull myself back up to the surface, I began to panic. My eyes opened and I saw all the people who had died in my family or my friends surround me. Trying to kill me, betraying me.
As I reached my last minute of living Tilly swam to me with a knife digging it into my heart. I tried to scream but only blood poured from my mouth. Forcing the water to turn the same colour. I soon gave up, and let the dead drag me into there world. The people who loved me... had betrayed me who had left me.
My mind jolted back to reality. My eyes flung open as I quickly sat up. Lewis hugged me, I let out a scream.
I jumped off the bed and grabbed the knife from the bedside cabinet, I pointed at him "Don't take me to the well," I said shaking with fear.
Lewis walked to me slowly and calmly.
"I wouldn't unless you asked me too, it was just a bad dream, you're over reacting... " He said taking the knife from my hand and placing it on back on the table.
I fell straight into his arms I began to break down in them. He gently stroked my hair assuring me I'll be okay. I wipe the tears away and hugged him again then jumped back into bed sleeping a dreamless sleep.
I woke bright and early in the morning... if you call 12:47PM early? Anyway, Lewis was still asleep so I slowly flipped over the covers and threw my legs over the wooden panel my toes touched the creamy carpet. I stood up slowly making my way to the door to go to the bathroom.
There was just open a jar so I pulled it open a tad bit more just enough for me to slip out. I walked over to the bathroom and flicked on the light and ran the taps for the bath. I walked over to the toilet, suddenly I felt a bit funny. Unwell, my mouth began to water and my eyes felt heavy. My stomach wasn't that well either.
I bent over the toilet bowl and threw my guts up. My eyes ran tears as I puked some more; I got some tissue and wiped my mouth, taking the sick away from it. I flushed it away going over to the sink and drinking and gurgling the cold water in my mouth.
I sat up against the wall focusing on trying not to chuck up again. Lewis plodding over looking down at me, "What's up?" he asks.
I shook my head, "I honestly... don't know," I said shaking.
Lewis walked over to me and hugged me.
"Maybe you should get some rest. This isn't really healthy is it?" Lewis began, stroking my forehead, "And you're as hot as hell... "
I smirked.
"You're not back yourself I must say."
He smiled at he laughing a bit. He pulled my up and tested my bath for me. It was the right temperature, Lewis helped take my clothes off and get me in the bath. He sat on the toilet seat as I bathed, just to be there in case anything else happened.
After I had washed and stuff, Lewis got me my red fluffy towel and wrapped it round me "There you are... " he said as he lifted me from the bath.
I giggled a bit and he carried me back to our room. He put me back on our bed and kissed me.
"I'll get you a glass of water and a flannel," Lewis said leaving me to get myself sorted.
I felt like shit. I threw on new pyjamas and got back into bed. Lewis came back with my stuff. He placed the flannel on my head and kissed my cheek putting the drink beside me in reachable position.
Okay truthfully I had been feeling like this almost every morning... maybe I should check myself over.
