Memories
The Dream
Niall's POV:
When we got beck to the hotel, I dragged Lyn to our hotel room balcony, so it was only the two of us, and where no one would hear us over the loud wind. "I heard you," I said quietly, clenching my jaw and gripping her arm. "I know that you have a secret."
"And?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. And it hurt because she knew that I knew she had a secret, but she still refused to tell me. And it especially hurt because she seemed like she didn't care about telling me. Over the years we had grown so distant and apart, it was like we didn't know each other. If she never disappeared at the party, we could be dating and in love... I shook my head to be clear of these thoughts. That was just a fairytale, but I couldn't help but hope.
"I want to know!" I snapped, my fingers squeezing harder into her skin. She winced and I immediately let go. "I'm sorry..." I whispered, tears welling up because I never wanted to hurt her.
She didn't answer; she just turned away, staring at the cars below us. I was hoping for some reaction, any reaction, and I would rather her scream at me than just ignore me. Bruises started to form on her arm because of me. Lyn pulled her sleeve a bit lower and without looking at me, she said, "I'm afraid that by you knowing, you'll be in danger. And I don't want you to be in danger. Someone already is, because of me."
My heart swelled up a bit, knowing she at least didn't want me to be in danger, but then curiousity crept up at me. "Who is the person in danger?" I asked, peering down at the cars with her.
"You already know too much," Lyn sighed, turning around to go back inside. "I can't tell you, I'm sorry." And she left me there, just hanging, with nothing to hold onto but an apology.
Once she left, I wondered where she would go. But then the answer struck me, clear as day. Harry's. Right from the start, they hit it off as great friends. That honestly did tick me off, but what if there was more to it? What if Harry had something to do with the secret? What if he was the one in danger? My mind was racing as I leaned on the railing, my hands clutching it tightly.
And I kept replaying the scene of when she disappeared. Was there something suspicious? Something that didn't belong there? But all I could hear was me screaming out Evelyn's name, and it echoed in my head over and over again. She needed help, but I wasn't there for her. And it dawned on me that she was always there for me, and when she was desperately in need of help, I wasn't there for her. No wonder she likes Harry better.
I went inside and collapsed on the bed, my eyelids already closing. And then I was shut my eyes, a new scene already unfolding before me.
* Dream *
"Lyn!" I shouted as I was chasing her down the street. We had just argued about something, and she was running away from me. "I didn't mean it!"
And then she turned to me, and my heart sank when I saw her tears, and I felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces. It pained me that I was making her cry.
"Go away, Niall!" she screamed but then choked on her tears. I remembered all the times that she asked for me, and now she wanted me to leave.
"But wait!" I reached out, like I was reaching out to her. But then, I screeched to a stop. Because I saw what was coming up. "No, no! Evelyn, stop!" I raced to her, but it was too late. She had crossed the street, and the car rammed into her, without braking. The driver leaped out, but I was already there, cradling her broken body in my arms. And my tears dripped onto her bloody face, and all I could think was that this was my fault.
* Dream Ended *
I jolted up, sweat dripping down my forehead. "Shh," Evelyn whispered, pushing me back down gently. "You have a fever. Relax."
"I-I had a dream," I sobbed, too weak to sit back up again. She wiped the tears away, murmuring that is was just a dream. And even though I knew it was, I couldn't bear the thought of her gone from my life. Not again. And when she kissed my forehead, I knew that my life couldn't be full without her.
When we got beck to the hotel, I dragged Lyn to our hotel room balcony, so it was only the two of us, and where no one would hear us over the loud wind. "I heard you," I said quietly, clenching my jaw and gripping her arm. "I know that you have a secret."
"And?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. And it hurt because she knew that I knew she had a secret, but she still refused to tell me. And it especially hurt because she seemed like she didn't care about telling me. Over the years we had grown so distant and apart, it was like we didn't know each other. If she never disappeared at the party, we could be dating and in love... I shook my head to be clear of these thoughts. That was just a fairytale, but I couldn't help but hope.
"I want to know!" I snapped, my fingers squeezing harder into her skin. She winced and I immediately let go. "I'm sorry..." I whispered, tears welling up because I never wanted to hurt her.
She didn't answer; she just turned away, staring at the cars below us. I was hoping for some reaction, any reaction, and I would rather her scream at me than just ignore me. Bruises started to form on her arm because of me. Lyn pulled her sleeve a bit lower and without looking at me, she said, "I'm afraid that by you knowing, you'll be in danger. And I don't want you to be in danger. Someone already is, because of me."
My heart swelled up a bit, knowing she at least didn't want me to be in danger, but then curiousity crept up at me. "Who is the person in danger?" I asked, peering down at the cars with her.
"You already know too much," Lyn sighed, turning around to go back inside. "I can't tell you, I'm sorry." And she left me there, just hanging, with nothing to hold onto but an apology.
Once she left, I wondered where she would go. But then the answer struck me, clear as day. Harry's. Right from the start, they hit it off as great friends. That honestly did tick me off, but what if there was more to it? What if Harry had something to do with the secret? What if he was the one in danger? My mind was racing as I leaned on the railing, my hands clutching it tightly.
And I kept replaying the scene of when she disappeared. Was there something suspicious? Something that didn't belong there? But all I could hear was me screaming out Evelyn's name, and it echoed in my head over and over again. She needed help, but I wasn't there for her. And it dawned on me that she was always there for me, and when she was desperately in need of help, I wasn't there for her. No wonder she likes Harry better.
I went inside and collapsed on the bed, my eyelids already closing. And then I was shut my eyes, a new scene already unfolding before me.
* Dream *
"Lyn!" I shouted as I was chasing her down the street. We had just argued about something, and she was running away from me. "I didn't mean it!"
And then she turned to me, and my heart sank when I saw her tears, and I felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces. It pained me that I was making her cry.
"Go away, Niall!" she screamed but then choked on her tears. I remembered all the times that she asked for me, and now she wanted me to leave.
"But wait!" I reached out, like I was reaching out to her. But then, I screeched to a stop. Because I saw what was coming up. "No, no! Evelyn, stop!" I raced to her, but it was too late. She had crossed the street, and the car rammed into her, without braking. The driver leaped out, but I was already there, cradling her broken body in my arms. And my tears dripped onto her bloody face, and all I could think was that this was my fault.
* Dream Ended *
I jolted up, sweat dripping down my forehead. "Shh," Evelyn whispered, pushing me back down gently. "You have a fever. Relax."
"I-I had a dream," I sobbed, too weak to sit back up again. She wiped the tears away, murmuring that is was just a dream. And even though I knew it was, I couldn't bear the thought of her gone from my life. Not again. And when she kissed my forehead, I knew that my life couldn't be full without her.
11/29/13