My throat strained as I gasped harshly and loudly, like I was just drowning and finally got a breath of the oxygen I craved. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, my head spinning and still not processing what was happening in those moments. I blinked, my ears were ringing with my heartbeat.
I swallowed, my throat felt sore now as well as dry. I looked around, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. The moon shun through the window causing small lighting so I could identify that I was in my bed. I blinked a few times, suddenly feeling confused and vulnerable.
I never remembered going to sleep, or even going to bed at all. All I remembered was-
"Go back to sleep." I felt as if I jumped out of my skin when I heard a soft female voice. I looked around, I couldn't see her, it was too dark. "W-What?" I answered back, delirious as ever I scooted up more, leaning my back against the headboard of the bed.
"Camila?" I asked, my own voice echoing in my head. It was so loud, from my breathing and heart beat but my room was silent. "Cam-" I tried to call out again. "Sleep." She said.
"Why?" I asked, I felt as if I was on drugs. Or like an oblivious little kid with no comprehension of anything, really.
"It's 3 am, it's late, go to sleep." I shook my head and gripped my sheets, pulling them up towards my face more scarcely. "No, why am I here?" I didn't have the right words to put how I felt so I didn't know if I made sense.
I heard moving which caused me to whip my head to the corner of my room, the darkest part it seems. "W-Who are you?" I began shaking, my sweating got increasingly worse as I panicked silently.
I saw a silhouette walked across my room, I froze, not wanting to move I just let my eyes wander with her.
She walked over to my bed, and sat down, causing it to dip slightly. This is the first time I've seen her fully, but it was too dark to make out precise features, I still didn't know who she was.
"It's okay." She lifted up her hand and cupped my cheek. I still didn't move, or react, I just felt my heart beat harder and my throat begin to close up.
"Camila?" My mind wasn't processing correctly but I felt myself slip into a mindset, I wasn't aware of the time period of this event. All I knew was that she was here, and she was someone I knew.
"Is that you?" I reached out to touch her and she just removed her hand from my face and took my hand. "Yes, Y/n. You should sleep." I squinted my eyes at her, a smile tugged my lips and I felt involuntary tears begin to form. I wasn't really sure what was happening but I was happy to see her, for once.
"I haven't seen you in years." She looked down. "You never visited me." Her tone changed. "It gets lonely."
I shook my head and reached out for her, changing my position, I grabbed her and pulled her into me. "I wanted to, I just never knew if you'd be there. If it was worth it."
She wrapped her arms around me, resting her head in my neck. "You won't remember, once you fall asleep you'll be ignorant to the truth once more." I shook my head again and pushed her off of me lightly so I could look into her eyes. "I can't forget you."
"But you did."
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My eyes fluttered open, after a few seconds I tried to remember my dreams. Only remembering a slight voice saying "You did." I shrugged it off, it was nothing.
I removed my blankets from my body, I was fatigued and tired but I'd recover energy eventually. I stretched out and looked around, my eyes caught the window that was cracked open largely, like someone had crawled through it.
Camila.
She kissed me.
I shook off that thought, I barely remember what had happened. I just know she was trying to prove a point.
It was weird though, I tried to remember it but all it was, was a foggy memory blocked by a brick wall, almost. I sighed, it wasn't worth it then.
I walked over to the window and forced it shut until it clicked. I then made my way towards my desk, but when I laid eyes on it, it seemed to be missing something.
I thought for a few moments until it hit me.
She took the newspaper, the only piece of evidence that proved she wasn't apart of my imagination.