Fenrohir inadvertently awakes a nameless fear. XXX Video
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"Oh. Wow, Alaska."
That was it. The extent of our conversation. I went to my desk to rewrite my notes, and she left the room again after emptying her suitcase into the dresser on her side of the room. I went to bed early that night, and was somewhat surprised to see her in the other bed when I awoke in the morning.
She was propped up on her elbow, staring me down like the other two. "You sleep loudly." She said.
"Right. Sorry. You'll probably want to move out now."
She laughed. "I'm not moving out. I just fucking got here. Do you have nightmares? Is that why your last roommates requested room transfers?"
"Um, yeah. Yes, I do. Sorry, but, I don't even know your name."
"Oh, right. Sorry. My name is Samantha. You can call me Sammie if you like." She was smiling at me. "Now, what are we going to do about those nightmares?"
"I don't know what you think you can do, but I've tried everything."
Sammie shook her head at me. "Have you ever told anyone what your nightmares are about?"
"I don't know. No one's asked. They all just get mad and move out. Besides, it's not something I'd really want to talk about anyway."
Sammie left the subject alone. She put up with me for weeks, she even tried to be my friend. I kept pushing her away, until one night I woke up crying. Sammie had heard me, and when I opened my eyes, she was leaning over me, stroking my hair.
"Shh, it's alright. Ellie, don't cry."
I lay there in my bed with her speaking softly to me, the tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stop crying. Sammie moved my bunched up blankets to lay next to me, pulling them back over the both of us. She wrapped her arm around me, and nuzzled her head into the nook of my neck. She ran her hand up and down the side of my waist, slowly easing my whirling mind.
"Do you want to tell me about it, Ellie. I promise I won't judge you."
I shook my head. I was mortified. She was being so kind, how would she feel when she found out what my nightmares were really about. Sammie was the closest thing I'd had to a friend since I was eleven, I didn't want to mess it up.
"I-" I stammered. "I just... I can't. I don't want-"
"Shh, you don't have to. I just thought it might help if you talked about it. You don't have to trust me, I know it's probably really hard for you." She sounded downfallen.
"I'm ready to trust you, I'm just afraid of how you'll treat me once I tell you." I was crying harder now. It was like I'd had a dam built in me, and her gentle urgings were dismantling it stone by stone. I was ready for the flood.
So I told her. I started with the dreams, the laughing and the snake. She didn't laugh, she didn't pull away from me. When I told her about my mother, she pulled me closer. Soon, my entire life story, skeletons and all, was laid bare on the bed between us. My tears had stopped, and now all there was was silence. I waited for a verbal reaction, but for the longest time, all I got was a steady hug. Then I realized she was crying.
"Sammie. I didn't mean for you to cry. Are you okay?"
"I can't believe the things you've been keeping inside you, Ellie. How did you not just... explode?" Sammie sniffled. "So now I guess we figure out how to get these nightmares to stop, huh?"
"I guess. As long as I remember I think I'll still have the dreams. But hey, whatever you want to try, can't hurt right?"
Sammie lifted herself over me and smiled. "Right." She said. With that, she laid her hand to my face, sweeping her thumb across my cheek. My heart pounded as an unfamiliar sensation swept through me. It was like my whole body went hot and cool at the same time. Her hand moved to my neck as her eyes and mine met. Her gaze was questioning, and I knew what she was asking.
The moments before, as her lips moved closer and closer to mine, a thousand thoughts ran through my head.