16. chapter 16
She snuggled deeper into my chest as he cuddled in my bed. She's been sleeping ever since we got back.
I heard her mumble incoherent words in her sleep as she stirred lightly. Out of the few words that I could make out I knew she was having a panic attack in her sleep.
It was a very common thing for her. She can't stop it from happening.
She was raised in a broken home, by a drunken family trying to get speed. We met in school. And when I met her, she was sitting against the wall at the local library, crying, tracing the cuts on her wrist. Her hair was in a braid that had loose pieces of hair.
We were on the fifteenth floor, the very top. The only reason people ever come to the top is to jump. I know from experience.
Luke and Ashton would drop me off ere for an hour after school each day.
I knew the library better than anyone. It was my safe place.
That was until she left and I fell under the influence of drugs; speed, cigarettes, pot, etc. and I couldn't pull myself away from it.
I realise I was just like the people that almost killed my best friends.
I made myself stop. No matter how much I craved it. It was ok for me to smoke, but the other stuff was a definite no.
She finally stopped wriggling around atop me. Relaxing and dreaming peacefully again.