I woke up panting, my body drenched in sweat and shaking. It took every fiber in my body not to scream, in fear of waking Tyler up.
I haven't had that nightmare in years.
Slowly, I dragged my legs out from under the covers and stood up heading in the direction of the bathroom. Pushing open the door, I turned on the light to find my appearance in the worst state it's ever been in.
There was hair sticking out at all ends of my once perfect bun and my eye makeup smudged so much it made me look like I had a run in with a lamp post. Without a second thought, I grabbed my face wash and squirted some onto my palm, gently working it into my face.
When I finally got all my make up off, I took out the knotted hair band and let my curls cascade down my face and back.
This would have to do, I decided. Walking back to my bed, I had a depressing realization... I probably won't be sleeping any time soon.
Sighing, I moved over towards my iPod dock and plugged my phone in. I reached down into my bedside table about to grab my knee and ankle brace when I hesitated.
I think I can go without them tonight, I thought to myself. I grabbed my dock remote and switched through songs until finally coming across Stay With Me by Sam Smith.
The intro started to play as I moved to the center of the dance floor, facing my wall of mirrors.
"Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one night stand..."
"Guess it's true, I'm not good at a one night stand.."
My body stirred awake as Sam Smith filled my room. Confused, my eyes fluttered open and I found myself getting up and stumbling out of bed to go investigate why Sam was singing about one night stands at 2 am.
Making my way out into the hallway, I could hear that the music was coming from Winter's room. The door was partially open and light shined through the crack.
I was about to push through the door and demand she shut that horrific music off but I stopped short when I saw her movements...
"I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand... Oh, won't you stay with me?.... Cause you're all I need..."
Her body was moving astonishingly, twirling and pivoting, never missing a quiet note, It wasn't like a normal person dancing.
Every move she made, told a story.
She danced with so much meaning and so much pain, you couldn't help but feel it too. Her left foot came forward as it set off an abundance of spins, her arms set in a perfect position to frame her body.
All of a sudden, her left ankle bucked the wrong way and she collapsed, screaming out in agony.
Without even thinking, I rushed to her side, having to be sure she was okay.
"Winter?! I heard the music from my room so I came to check it out and I saw you fall." My mouth was spewing out bullshit faster than the energizer bunny on crack but she seamed to buy it. And plus, it wasn't a complete lie...
Just left out the 'Me watching you dance to Sam Smith' at 2 am.
"I'm fine, just a roll." She stated, grimacing when my hand went out to touch it.
"Let me look at." I demanded in my authoritative teacher tone, seeing her in pain was making me crumble.
Slowly but surely, she stretched out her foot towards me, eyeing me like at any moment I would saw the bloody thing off.
As soon as my hands made contact with her foot, I felt this electric jolt shoot through my fingers. I suddenly felt this warm feeling inside that I just couldn't shake off. She tried her damn best not to show it but The way she flinched on impact, I knew she felt it too.
As I was inspecting the bruise, my eyes started to travel upward...
That's when I saw them.
Not the tattoos... But what the tattoos were covering.
She had deep gashes up her whole left side, not made from razors but what looked like burns and badly healed scars from wounds.
She noticed me staring and attempted to retract her foot but I held it firmly, grabbing the wrap that was on her bedside table and began to wrap it up like nothing happened.
"I didn't know you danced." I started, attempting to cut through the awkward silence that was creeping up between us.
"I have since I was 7. I stopped for a bit because of my inj-writing career," she caught herself, "So I've just started again. I have these braces to prevent any injuries from happening but I guess one snuck up on me today." She replied, attempting to make her story sound even the slightest bit convincing.
And failing miserably.
I could tell that wasn't true because there was operation scars around her knee and ankle on her left side which showed that she had surgery done, implying she was injured before.
"Your poem and violin performance was unfathomable." I confessed, attempting to once again fill in that painful silence.
"Thank you." She replied, her exhaustion starting to seep through and slur her words.
"I'm not even into poetry that much, I always found it too dry for my taste, but I guess it could be classified as a somewhat cute hobby." Cute? Really Tyler?! I mentally face palmed...
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute," she started, looking up towards me for the first time.
I felt lost in her pale blue eyes. I could see all her freckles gently scattered across her face better without her makeup. The urge to just touch her was killing me.
"We read and write poetry because we are part of the human race,
And the human race is filled with passion.
And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry... beauty... romance... love... these are what we stay alive for."
My body was completely frozen. I zoned out everything else, the music playing in the background, my phone blowing up inside my pocket, my hand wrapping the ankle bone. All I could pay attention too, all I needed to pay attention to, was right in front of me.
Y'all ready for some Jessica Drama? Lol Noooooooooooooo she wasn't readayyyyyyyyyy! ANYWHOO sorry for the wait on the update, mock trail is still kicking my ass BRUH. Hope you guys are still enjoying the story... The poem where she was talking about poetry was another anonymous so I couldn't give credit but I hope you liked it!
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