I admit, this is something to keep those of you who actually follow 'Touch' satisfied. I'm sorry I don't update! I'm just pretty much stuck on it, I've got way more homework than I thought I could get away with (my tactic used to be: make everything during the lessons. Doesn't work anymore, not as well anyway) and I've been pretty ill. But I wrote this one earlier, for school. My teacher, though, didn't think it was good enough, so I had to write a new one.
You could see this as an extract from Touch: it has the same names (though not in my original, school-version), and the same things happened to JJ. You can still read it if you haven't read Touch, though.
She was lying in her bed, twisting as though she could not find the right position to sleep in. Her blonde hair was splayed across her pillow, her arms and legs constantly moving like a spider weaving its web.
Sighing, the tall woman next to the bed backed up until she was with her back to the door. Every night, she hoped she would get a decent night's sleep. Every night, she was disappointed.
Leaving the door ajar, she walked back to her own room, silently sliding into her bed.
After what felt like seconds she was awoken by screams, ringing through the otherwise empty house. Hurriedly, she jumped out of bed, almost running into the adjoining room.
Jen was sitting up right, her hair sticking out in all directions and her body covered in sweat. She stared straight ahead with eyes so frightened it scared Emily as well. But she repressed her own thoughts, walked to the bed and sat on its edge. Carefully, she touched Jen's forehead. It was cold as ice and Jen yelled at the unexpected touch.
"Leave me alone!" she cried, moving her hand to hit Emily's.
"Jen, it's me!" Emily said, not knowing whether to whisper or shout. Neither really helped. "It's Emily. Wake up!"
"NO! Don't – don't touch – leave me alone!" Her sentences becoming incoherent, Emily knew she was slowly waking up. Her hand was safe on Jen's arm now.
"Wake up," she repeated more gently. "It's only a dream."
Jen turned towards her wildly, only barely registering her words. "Leave me alone!" But Emily could see her walls crumbling down and knew this was the time.
She wrapped her arms around Jen, holding her securely in her arms. "It's okay," she shushed. "He's not coming back. You're safe."
Jen fought like a cat in her arms, trying to back up the same way a scared child would. This time, though, Emily wouldn't let her. Finally, Jen stopped resisting and just leaned into Emily's warm form.
"I've got you," Emily whispered into her hair. "I'm not leaving you."
Jen was silent, making a feeble attempt not to cry, even though the tears were streaming down her cheeks. When she heard Emily's words, though, she couldn't keep it in. Her tears leaked onto Emily's night gown, who didn't seem to mind. She just held her, stroking her back and whispering small words of comfort. Eventually, Jen pulled back, feeling tired and empty.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, avoiding Emily's eyes. The eyes were always the hardest to resist.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for," Emily said firmly, with just a hint of guilt in her tone. "It's my fault."
Jen shook her head, brushing the last tears on her cheeks away. "It's not," she insisted. She was silent for a moment.
"It's his," she finally mumbled.