Regrets

Chapter Twenty

I wake up screaming. And Vincent's arms are quickly around me and his voice is soothing me, telling me its okay.

But it isn't okay. It will never be okay. Because I can't stop hallucinating. My best friend is trying to kill me and my boyfriend.

He wants me dead.

I know he isn't real. There's no such thing as ghosts. There's no such things as demons.

So what the fuck is wrong with me.

Work has been horrific. I can't stop thinking about Vincent, wondering if he's okay.

My mind isn't settled until I'm at home in Vincent's arms watching some cheesy movie on Netflix. That's when I'm okay.

When Colton isn't bugging me, I don't know where he is.

I know where he is right now. I see him over Vincent's shoulder in the corner of the loft.

"Whats been going on?"

Vincent pulls back and I stare into his eyes, debating on what to tell him.

"Nothing." I say, shaking my head.

I go to lay back down but he grabs me by the shoulders and gives me a good shake.

"What is going on? This is the fourth time this week."

I hesitate. "You'll think I'm crazy."

"Try me," his eyes are serious and in the darkness they're almost black. Maybe they actually are right now.

Colton's gone. He always leaves after I calm down. He only sticks around to watch me or Vincent suffer.

"It's Colton."

"What? Who?"

"Colton, my best friend that died in the car accident. The one I was telling you about months ago when we first met."

He nods at every word. He's just listening.

"I can... I think I can see him. I'm just hallucinating, but I keep hearing him tell me he wants us dead. That he's going to kill you then me." I'm in tears now. "I'm so scared, Vincent. I can't... I don't know what to do." I'm gasping for air between each word. Vincent isn't looking at me like I'm crazy. He's looking at me like I'm the love of his life, and that he'll do anything to protect me.

But how do you protect someone from someone thats dead?

He lays me down, his arms tightly wrapped around me. I feel his heartbeat against my back and I calm down a little more.

I know he's not asleep behind me. Neither one of us are getting anymore sleep.

"I love you." He whispers against my neck.

"I love you."

We lay awake until six in the morning. Vincent is the first to get up, but he doesn't leave the room. He just sits up and runs his fingers through my hair.

I can't move. I feel numb. And then I find myself drifting off to sleep. My eyelids feel heavier than this whole apartment complex.

The last thing I feel is the warm kiss Vincent plants on my cheek.

*Taylor's Dream*

I find myself in a meadow. But there aren't any flowers or trees. Only flames and dark figures.

Vincent's laying on the ground in front of me. Colton's hands are on my hips. His lips against my neck.

"Reunited. Just like I promised"