Date: 14th December, 2015.

Edited on: 20th June, 2016.

"If you can love me again,
I can let go of everything"

ALASKA'S POV

It was eight in the night on Friday and Blaze and I were watching 'She's The Man' in my bedroom. We were lounging on my bed with covers thrown on our legs and candy packets surrounding us. Since we were kids, we had this, um, tradition, Friday night was a movie night. Sometimes Blaze would stay over and sometimes he'd return home after hours of movie marathons. We basically pigged out and survived on junk food. Gummy bears, ice cream, pizza, you name it, we ate it.

I was snuggled up upto his chest and had my head resting just where his heart was. He was so warm and muscular. Cuddly. The perfect pillow. Nothing better than being all cozied up to your crush.

I craned my head upwards to look at him. Instead of watching the movie, Blaze was constantly texting on his phone, no doubt with a fucking blonde bimbo. They were his type. Tall, thin, blonde and dumb with no self respect.

He has a great taste in girls, I thought bitterly to myself.

His texting, oops, sexting somehow irritated me but I stayed mum. Besides I couldn't tell him to stop, I'm not his mom.

I huffed, getting angry and looked over at Blaze again. He was now watching the movie. It was just about to end. His phone dinged again and he eagerly picked it up. After the read the text, his face lit up and a slow smirk crept up to his face. I knew that look. He's going to get laid.

"Hey Nov, I gotta bounce. Later." Do you know what the best part was? He was excited.

I lazily got up, rolling over to the other side of the bed. He quickly stood up, walked over to me and placed a kiss on my forehead. He waved and walked towards the door.

"Bye, Nov." He threw over his shoulder.

As he was leaving, I shouted out, "Goodbye asshole."

"Language", my mother shouted from the guest room, no doubt cleaning up. I rolled my eyes. As if she doesn't swear in front of me.

And who even cleans at this hour of the night? She has problems.

Blaze merely chuckled and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

A few moments later, I could hear a car door open and shut and an engine come to life. Blaze quickly backed the car and drove away fast. He did this once in a few months. Cutting down our movie nights, I mean.

After I was done with the last fifteen minutes of the movie, I was left alone on a Friday night. Isn't this just dandy? I plugged my iPhone in the music system and turned up the volume to the maximum. I scrolled through Apple Music to find some good song. Once I settled for my favourite song, I clicked play. As it started, I sung out loud.

"They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out
She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out
Holding onto a dream
While she watches these walls fall down
Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down
Shattered glass like the past, it's a memory now
Holding onto a dream
While she watches these walls fall down.

Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
Who's right, who's wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain's still there
I'm here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home.

Wrote it down on the walls, she was screaming it out
Made it clear, she's still here, are you listening now?
Just a ghost in the halls
Feeling empty, they're vacant now
All the battles, all the wars, all the times that you've fought
She's the scar, she's the bruises, she's the pain that you brought
There was life, there was love
Like a light and it's fading out.

Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
Who's right, who's wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain's still there
I'm here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home.

You've gotta let it go, you're losing all your hope
Nothing left to hold, locked out in the cold
You painted memories then washed out all the scenes
I'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams.

Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
Who's right, who's wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain's still there
I'm here alone inside of this broken home
This broken home. "

I listened and sang to songs for about an hour more. It relieved my stress and helped me calm down with the anger. I had no idea what to do next, it was just ten in the night. After few minutes of staring at the wall, an idea popped into my mind, night swimming.

I quickly walked into my walk in closet and pulled open my swimsuit drawer. Too many choices, I thought as my hand skimmed over the various pieces of nylon. In the end, I chose a  black halter neck bikini. I entered the washroom and quickly changed into it. Bringing a towel with me, I rushed down the stairs while putting my hair in a messy bun which was no hard task. I was a fucking expert at multitasking.

Night swimming was relaxing. I felt at peace. I swam around doing laps for an hour, I practiced back strokes, chest strokes, and just lay on my back for half an hour. Literally anything. The night sky was beautiful. It seemed as if a billion little diamonds were aligned in the stars. A few moments later, I could feel myself drifting to sleep.

I paddled towards the edge with great struggle and pulled myself up on my hands. My hand slipped and I fell back into the pool. I was so tired that all I could do was flail around my arms in a pathetic attempt to save myself. After a few minutes, I gave up and sunk to the bottom of the pool.

As I was about to loose my consciousness, I could feel two strong arms pulling me out. Everything was blurry. All I could see was a man's blurry face. I couldn't make out who they were. The blurry faces brought a feeling of déjà vu, but I shook it off. I could feel the voices fading away and I slowly blacked out.

Around forty minutes later, which felt like hours, I woke up again. I could see my mum's and dad's worried faces and I sat up dizzily. Everything was spinning, the walls, the floors, the furniture. They walked me to the sofa and I sat on the recliner, they placed themselves on the love seat, facing me.

"What actually happened?" My mum asked with tears in her eyes.

"I was out swimming and almost fell asleep. As I was getting out, I slipped and fell. After struggling for a few minutes, I gave up. I was too tired" I explained in a voice that didn't even sound like mine.

"Do you know how worried we were? Thankfully, I saw you from the kitchen window and your dad sprinted up here to save you. I don't know what would have happened if I never saw you. You would have- would have- oh my God." Now, the tears were streaming down her face freely. I walked over to her and sat down, wiping her tears and smiling slightly. Everything was happening in a daze, slow motion, almost.

"I was so scared, baby girl." Was all my dad said before he hugged me. As you can see, he was more of a show and tell and was not a huge fan of speaking a lot.

When they brought me into my room, I hugged them both and wished them good night. I was still so shaken up. I took a warm shower to calm down my nerves and changed into a black cotton  mid thigh t-shirt. The cool air tickled my bare legs and after switching off the lights, I climbed into my bed and snuggled closer to the pillows. They smelled like Blaze. It was a comfort. I wanted to call him and tell him what had gone down but apparently he was 'busy'. As, the pillows and the bed sheet smelled like him, in a jiffy, I fell asleep.

+ + + + + + + + + +

It was dark. It was cold. It was scary. I couldn't see a thing, not even my own hands as I brought them upto eye level. I kept on walking even though I didn't know where I was going.

The ground beneath my feet was muddy and irregular. I could feel the small pebbles beneath my beat up converse. I kept on walking in the wind. I could see a source of light far away. Was I in a tunnel? Or simply in a forest? Wherever I was, it had no lights.

No shit Sherlock.

Grumbling, I walked over to the source of light. It kept on becoming brighter and brighter. The ground was more levelled. Concrete, maybe?

As I neared the light, I tripped on something and fell face flat on the ground.

Talk about embarrassing.

I sat up, dusted my knees and looked around. I was in a room with rusty and old furniture. The source of light was an old ventilation window. How did I even get here?

There was a door in a corner. I walked towards it and tried opening it. It wouldn't budge. I hear voices from the other side, so I started banging on the door. The knob twisted and then the door opened. Two bulky men stepped in, maybe they could help me escape? I couldn't see their faces, they were blurry. One had worn a black t-shirt and other had worn white. I rolled my eyes.

Typical.

"Finally trapped, hun?" Blurry face 1 asked.

Oh, so they're the evil ones, not the ones with whom I could plane my escape charade with.

"What should we do with her?" Blurry face 2 asked. I could just hear the evil in their voices. As they were talking to each other, I took a hesitant step back and ran towards the door, which was unlocked and left open. Before I could escape, Blurry face 1 grabbled me by the waist and turned me around. Blurry face 2 smacked me across my face. My head turned to the side from the impact.

Blurry face 2 disappeared for a moment and came back with a rope and a cloth. They tied me up to the chair and gagged me with the cloth.

They hit me and I couldn't do anything. I could see bruises all over my arms and legs. Blurry face 1 hitched up my mid thigh t-shirt and put his hand over there. A growl somehow managed to slip from my mouth. I was pissed. So fucking pissed. That twat.

Blurry face 2 was all over my face, covering my mouth so I couldn't scream. Once I started to struggle, they slashed my wrist with a knife.

That motherfucking hurt.

They left after a while, letting me free. There was a mirror outside the door. I looked at myself and gasped. I looked like walking dead. My whole face was bruised. I looked terrible. My eyes were red from all the crying. As I touched my face, it hurt like a bitch.

+ + + + + + + + + +

I woke up with a start, panting and sweating. It all felt so real. Like I really was there. Like it really happened. I looked down to my wrist and saw the same cut, bleeding. As I blinked twice and before I could panic, and it disappeared.

Maybe I did imagine it after all.

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The song is 'Broken Home' by 5 Seconds of Summer. It's so dope.

So here it is. The second chapter.

What do you think about the dream? The actual story begins.

Leave a feedback please!

All the love.
-Pia xx

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