Chapter 125

It would appear I did a lot of crying last night as I finally got to see the vulnerability of my brother. I finally got to see the place that he had hidden with layers and layers of strength. 

I finally got to see the guy who was unsure of himself, it was exhilarating all in all, but yet I found I was extremely tired at the end of the day. I'm guessing having such an emotional encounter in school, and then saving your best friend afterwards is not too easy on the body of an eighteen year old. I trugged my way slowly to my bedroom, and fell on it sleeping the rest of the night like a sack of potatoes. 

I actually had dreams that night, it might sound absurd but it is very unusual for me. I'm sure I'm one of those people that never get to have dreams, well pleasant ones anyways. The dreams I always have portray something of a twisted nature, they always seem to involve the lid of a coffin slamming down, or the crash of a plane as it kills my parents. 

Even when I was little I never had dreams. Only after my parents died did i have something of my first dream(as much as I can remember anyways), but now on this unusual night I seem to be wrapped and enveloped in such a pleasant dream that I do not want to wake up. 

I will not go onto to narrate it as it brought a flush to my cheeks. Ash eyes morphing from that, to the warmest golden flecked eyes I had ever seen. It seems two people you find thier way into my thoughts this night, two people I am still going to face tomorrow morning. 

I wake up with something of a groan as I realised exactly what sort of dilema i might have gotten myself into. Why is my life so complicated at this point?. At this point when I would have loved peace and quiet, it seems life is purposefully wanting to give me exactly the opposite. 

I go through my morning rituals once more just waiting for the little drama that would unfold itself today, by this time you should have already started as I'm sure life has yet another horrible day planned for me. 

I wouldn't say the last four days were horrible, as much as they were too hectic. I cannot just handle living life on the fast lane like that. I barely have time to breathe in between these four days, and it almost seems like four days had stretched out into a year.

I'm pretty sure life had crammed enough drama to last a year into just four days. It surprises me, I had always thought my life considerably boring before, but yet it seems the only thing boring about it was me.

Now that I have a crazy set of friends and people who surround me, it just so happens that I never get any time to myself anymore, even from the inception of the day to the end, it is filled with them, I say audibly as I finished brushing my teeth.

Time to start another day.