Lina has agoraphobia and severe OCD and hasn't left the farm her and her mother own in over 2 years but what happens when he mother rents out the barn to a family and a 17 year old boy with striking features and is grieving the loss of his dad move...
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My sleep cycle is fucked. Well and truly fucked. I don't know if it's the new medication or if it's the fact Beanie isn't here but my eyes just won't close. It's like my brain knows I'm safe but the rest of me thinks I'm in danger and all I can think to do is breathe through my nose trying to see if I smell smoke.
Okay, add PTSD to the list of mental health problems I currently have.
I sigh and climb out of the bed, looking over at Toni who's fast asleep, god how I envy that. I begin to walk out of the room and head down the stairs when I hear screaming. I know that voice anywhere. The voice that makes me want to pull my hair out but also the voice that's helping me overcome my fear.
The next thing I hear is Beanie letting out a yelp and that's all I need to retrace my steps and run into Adrian's room.
"Lina! No, please. Dad do something!" He yells, his eyes still closed and his body thrashes on his bed. I look at Beanie, who looks terrified by what he's witnessing and honestly, I share the same fear. Not only is Adrian screaming, but he's screaming for me, a person he hates and his dad. I rush to the bed and sit down on the edge.
"Adriano?" I whisper but he continues to scream for his dad.
"No dad. You've got to do something! The sirens!" He yells.
Sirens?
"They won't get here in time for her like they didn't for you!"
For who? Me?
"Adrian," I whisper, slightly louder than before not wanting to wake up the rest of the house. Would it be wrong to pour water on him right now? The answer is yes.
I reach for his arm and for the first time, I notice a large scar trailing up his bicep. How have I not seen that before? I shake his arm slightly. "Adriano I swear to god don't test me. I can be nice to people but with you it's hard so please don't make me pity you right now." I look at him and see tears rolling down his face and I'll be fucked if it isn't one of the saddest sights I've seen.
"Fuck sake," I mutter climbing onto the bed and situating myself behind him so the back of his head is pressed against my stomach. I place my hand against his forehead and begin drawing shapes as he did with me the night of the fire. "Your okay," I whisper to him as his thrashing begins to slow down but his breathing quickens while his eyes open.
He bolts out of his bed, his hand clutching his heaving chest and he looks at me in confusion. "Your dead" he pants and that causes confusion of my own.
"Adriano. I'm not dead I'm literally standing right here." I wave my hands in front of his face as if to ask 'do you see me?'
"No. No you are. I went into the house when it was on fire and you were lying there. Dead." I pants again, still clutching his shirt. "I-I picked you up and I heard the sirens but they were too late."
