Pheonix791989
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so this is the new idea that ive been mesing around with. I hope its ok it will contain some things (ie blood shed and such) that might give nightmares so im warning you if you have a weak stomache then i would skip the dreams.
(Brad's POV)
I couldnt sleep. I was scared. Scared to see them all die again. It got so bad that im afraid to sleep, they seemed to be pushing me away so why does it matter if they are tourtured in my dreams? My only friend who seems to see somthing wrong with me is Rob. but then we are two lone people in this endless sea of uncertainty and confusion. My eyes have been red from the crying, me a grown man crying like im some pathetic little three year old. But this is the satisfaction of everyones critisizim, the satisfaction of them knowing how much I hurt and yearned to be with someone, someone who saw me for what I really was and not what I pretended to be. sometimes in my dreams I'd see her, I'd be watching the **** that she was going through. but in all sense I wanted to help her. I wanted to pull her up and away from it. Nothing hurt me more then to watch her struggle. Rob would stay up with me, depriving himself of sleep just so I could know that he was there for me. but not this time. I made Rob get some sleep. I fought against inner demons as I tried to rid my mind of anything evil. I saw her again. I knew this time she was trying to reach out to me, trying to hold me in her arms so I would be safe. As her hands, soft and warm, closed around mine, I woke up falling. As I hit the floor of the bus, I raised the hem of my shirt to wipe the sweat off of my face. As I reached my eyes, I realized that I had been crying again. My hands were shaking and I had a hard time trying to steady myself on my feet as I stumbeled into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face. I felt a sting as I drew the towel down over my face. Looking up, My eyes searched the mirror to see as cut running from my eyebrow down to my cheek. blood was pouring from it. I quickly washed it off and put the liquid stitches on it. I sighed and turned back to the bunks. I almost ran smack into Rob.
"You alright Brad?"
He asked his voice laced with concern. I nodded.
"What happened to you?"
He asked turning my head into the light so he could see my cut better. Shrugging I said,
"I dont know. I saw her again in my dreams. This time she was reaching out for me."
Rob gave a half smile before pulling me into a hug. He gave me a punch on the shoulder after he released me from his hug.
"Try to get some sleep we have an extreamly early interview then a meet and greet today."
Rob said in a brotherly way. I nodded and climbed back into my bunk. Staring at the ceiling, I sighed. I was in for another long day.
hope you guys like this but its still a work in progress
(Brad's POV)
I couldnt sleep. I was scared. Scared to see them all die again. It got so bad that im afraid to sleep, they seemed to be pushing me away so why does it matter if they are tourtured in my dreams? My only friend who seems to see somthing wrong with me is Rob. but then we are two lone people in this endless sea of uncertainty and confusion. My eyes have been red from the crying, me a grown man crying like im some pathetic little three year old. But this is the satisfaction of everyones critisizim, the satisfaction of them knowing how much I hurt and yearned to be with someone, someone who saw me for what I really was and not what I pretended to be. sometimes in my dreams I'd see her, I'd be watching the **** that she was going through. but in all sense I wanted to help her. I wanted to pull her up and away from it. Nothing hurt me more then to watch her struggle. Rob would stay up with me, depriving himself of sleep just so I could know that he was there for me. but not this time. I made Rob get some sleep. I fought against inner demons as I tried to rid my mind of anything evil. I saw her again. I knew this time she was trying to reach out to me, trying to hold me in her arms so I would be safe. As her hands, soft and warm, closed around mine, I woke up falling. As I hit the floor of the bus, I raised the hem of my shirt to wipe the sweat off of my face. As I reached my eyes, I realized that I had been crying again. My hands were shaking and I had a hard time trying to steady myself on my feet as I stumbeled into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face. I felt a sting as I drew the towel down over my face. Looking up, My eyes searched the mirror to see as cut running from my eyebrow down to my cheek. blood was pouring from it. I quickly washed it off and put the liquid stitches on it. I sighed and turned back to the bunks. I almost ran smack into Rob.
"You alright Brad?"
He asked his voice laced with concern. I nodded.
"What happened to you?"
He asked turning my head into the light so he could see my cut better. Shrugging I said,
"I dont know. I saw her again in my dreams. This time she was reaching out for me."
Rob gave a half smile before pulling me into a hug. He gave me a punch on the shoulder after he released me from his hug.
"Try to get some sleep we have an extreamly early interview then a meet and greet today."
Rob said in a brotherly way. I nodded and climbed back into my bunk. Staring at the ceiling, I sighed. I was in for another long day.
hope you guys like this but its still a work in progress