Apocolyptic Shadows(boyxboy)*Completed*

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Noah’s P.O.V- Separated

Day 3-03:04

      My head is a huge mess of confusion and rage. I’m so angry that we’re in this situation, it’s not fair. I glanced downward toward Wesley who was sound asleep on my chest. I’d wrapped him in my arms protectively for fear he might disappear if I didn’t.

      I feel like I’m an animal, trapped. It makes me think about all of those poor animals that get products tested on them. I wish there was some way for me to get us the heck out of this stupid place. Maybe I should take up arson, and then burn it down keeping the vile psycho's inside.

     I’ve attempted sleep but can’t, I’m far too wound up… I suppose I’m grateful that Wesley has eaten something. I just couldn’t bring myself to eat anything… I’m hiding it but I think there’s something really wrong with my insides. What if I’m dying? What would happen to Wesley if I wasn’t around to protect him? Although… I’m not really doing a great job of whilst being alive, am I? Subconsciously, I spoke into the night.

      “I suck.” I felt Wesley shift slightly in my arms at that moment.

      "No you don't. Stop putting yourself down." Wesley said softly. I was a little surprised but I tightened my arms around him giving him a hug, then spoke quietly.

     “You’re supposed to be sleeping, my little elf.” I turned my body to the side so that I was able to give him a better hug.

       "Well face it your thoughts are so loud."  He rolled into me more.

       “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Right now, at this very minute, Wesley is doing so many things to make me want to take advantage. I keep thinking that if I die… then I’ll at least die happy, right? But, I don’t think that’s a good idea because it’s the pressure of it all too. I sighed in slight frustration. If this was a normal day, I’d totally make a move. But we’re stuck in this hell hole, fighting a stupid virus that we have no idea of what it’s doing to our insides. This is hell… all of it. I just want to wake up and it be a bad dream. Except Wesley and me… no, I want to still have Wesley.

       Wesley sat up and looked down at me,"Noah we'll get out of here. We won't die. Maybe cuts and bruises but that's all." He looked into my eyes. "Trust me."

       “I trust you. I just don’t trust me.” How can he be so together? I’m literally freaking out, we’ve been injected with something weird, twice! I don’t know what we’re becoming… if we can ever put it right. What about the people? Our school… I can’t handle this anymore, I need to get outside. I want fresh air! I want to eat ice cream, and feel the sea… I even want my school to be normal! I reached up to touch Wesley’s face and smiled.

       “Please don’t worry, I’m okay. I promise.”

     "Oh sure. I think you need more sleep than I do."He smiled slightly,"I know you want to protect me, but I'm not weak." He’s perfect… I gave him a small smile and responded quietly.

      “I know. I didn’t think you were, not even for a second. It’s just a need of mine, that’s all. If anything I’m the one who’s weak. I’m freaking out and you’re as calm as anything.” I’m not feeling self-pity, it’s a genuine knowledge of my well being right now. I’m not as strong as I felt before all of this began… obviously we’re both changing inside, but it’s what we’re changing into that’s freaking me out so much. I removed my hand from his face and tried to smile without force.