The Wooden Mask

13. Just Like His Mother's.

{Trigger warning: Nightmare, Alcohol}

Trevor Lynn's POV

"Trevor... Trevor wake up." I hear an unfamiliar voice say. Ignoring the voice, I fall back into unconciousness. Until I am disturbed again, "Trevor wake up!" The voice says a bit louder and more demanding this time. I open an eye due the position I am lying in, but my vision is blurry preventing me from seeing the owner of the voice.

"What do you want?" I ask not in the mood or state of mind to be dsturbed especially from my sleep. Laughter erupts from the person's throat, confusing me.

"Are you seriously asking me that? Come on, wake up bro." The person nudges me in the arm while still laughing. Wait, bro? The voice begins to sound familiar. It takes me 2 entire seconds to realize who the disturber is. My eyes shoot open in eagerness to see this person.

I jolt upright off the bed and stare straight into my sister's eyes. I stare at her in a mixture of surprise and shock but she looks at me with amusement in her eyes. I go to give her a hug which she reciprocates. She holds me with the same pressure and force. She strokes my head with one of her hands and I am at peace right there. I hold her tightly against me like I am afraid to let her go and before I realize, her shoulder is soaked with my tears. No word escapes my mouth. I do not know the exact words to say. So, I just hug her like she might slip away if I let go even the slightest. That hug says everything I wanted to tell her. It tells her all of the sorry's I cannot not tell her. It tells her all I miss you's I cannot not tell her.

I slowly pull away from her but I do not drop my hands from around her. I look into her eyes with my teary ones. Words start to stutter out of my mouth but she shushes me. "I know, I know. I miss you too Trev. So much." She gives me another smile and a brief hug.

"It's really you. You-you came to see me. I-I'm sorry Trinity. I'm so sorry. I should have taken you with me. I-I-just-Please forgive me." Tears are freefalling from my eyes and I make no effort to wipe them away. I lie my head on her chest and shut my eyes as I listen to her heartbeat. Confusion fills me right there and then. 'How can I hear a dead person's heartbeat'. Not wanting to ruin the moment nor let this oppurtunity slip away, I push this thought to the back of my mind.

I enjoy this feeling for a few moments until she speaks up. "Trevor, it's ok." She lifts my head so my eyes meet hers. "You don't have to keep apologizing to me. You can stop feeling bad now. There is nothing you can do about it now. I'm dead..." I look into her eyes with confusion and she looks directly in mine. The smile on her face is now gone. Her hand that strokes my head stops. The happiness in her eyes is long gone. It is now replaced with what looks like anger or hatred. Maybe even both. "And it's your fault."

I jolt up from my bed with a pounding heart and ragged breathing. I feel both cold and warm if that even makes sense. I also feel wet. I am covered in my sweat. My mind is filled with confusion and my body refuses to take in my surroundings. It was so real. It felt so real. I heard her heartbeat. She did not fade away when I touched her like what usually happens in movies. I know she has been gone for years but I am still disappointed that that dream or nightmare is not real. I want my sister back.

My body finally responds to my surroundings as I am startled by the feel of a hand resting on my shoulder. I let out a loud sigh when I realize it is just Jaime. He does not say anything. I adjust the necklace around my neck. It seems to be sticking to my neck due to the sweat. He just keeps his hand on my shoulder and gives me a moment. After a while, I slowly fall back onto my bed, bring my forearm across my eyes and rests the other on my stomach.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jaime asks me with concern in his voice. Sometimes, I feel bad for him. He has to put with me and my nightmares. He wakes up in the middle of the night just to either check up on me because I had a nightmare or I wake him up with a scream because of a nightmare. This has been going on for about 6 years but I have never heard him complain once. This type of friend is rare to find and I appreciate him for that.