Pony, get up! I toss, I turn, I feel overheated. C'mon Ponyboy! This isn't a joke! It's almost like I'm reaching out to something at doesn't exist, maybe I've grasped it already. My throat is balling up into lumps, and I feel like I can't breathe. I smell salt, and I can tell I'm choking on sobs. Mommy! I woke up screaming, sweat making my hair stick to my back. I feel my eyes burn with tears as sobs are being choked while being processed. My hands grasp the sheets, my face being streamed with salt and red, and I attempt to dizzily calm down. "Pony!" I heard my name, and I clutched my head. This isn't the first time, but it's getting worse. I hear the kids yelling for their mother's attention, and I hear him yelling for me. I fall back on my pillow, staring at our ceiling. He looked down at me, perhaps unamused may I presume. The kids were on the other side and they held my arm or hand to make me feel better. I pulled a fake, broken china girl smile and shut my eyes with him next to me. "Kiddos, go back to bed. I promise I'll wake you up." They left the room, and my arms wrapped around him. "So what was it this time?" "..somebody I used to know." ----- //gets shot I'm sorry I didn't copy the title the author c and p it
Just keep sleeping, Pony.. You'll be fine.. I can hear Joel whispering to me, trying to calm me down. My heartbeat is probably out of it, beating like it's going to rip out of my chest. I just keep sleeping, clutching Joel's shirt. He strokes my platinum hair back, hushing me. Just keep sleeping, I want you to sleep well.. Finally, I was asleep. But as usual, it never lasted long and I sighed, feeling my body ache, more of screaming at me to get my lazy ass up. I stretch, sitting up and hear Joel's grunts of sleepiness. I lean down, pressing a fading red kiss on his forehead. I guess I left my lipstick on. I felt streaks down my face, and my hands immediately rubbed my face, black coming off and staining my hands. I sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed, cracking my back and standing. I stumbled over to get ready, grabbing my clothes and walking into the bathroom. Pony, you have to wake up. "I am awake. Shut up." I responded, taking my camisole off, turning on the water to the shower. No, you're not. Stop messing around. "I'm getting ready," I answered, snapping as I finished undressing and stepping in the shower and felt my arms sting a bit with hot water. "I have to clean the house and meet Angie to babysit Kenzie and Darko." To what? Go off killing people again like you used to? "No, I'm spending my evening with Joel. Good try, fucker." I hissed, rubbing the shampoo into my scalp and and grabbed the body sponge. I felt steam building up in the bathroom, and I felt a little better than I did earlier. I guess the steam being inhaled helped a little. As I washed my body off, I wasn't answered, or being sassed, so my shower ended peacefully. Did you think I went away, Ponyboy? I groaned. I knew the fucker would come back anyway, so I just pulled my undergarments on and argued while getting ready. "No. I knew it was too good to be true, you dick." Knock knock knock, Ponyboy. "PB, are you okay? Who are you talking to?" I glanced at the door, sighing without being surprised.. Aren't you going to answer your husband, Pony?