Harder To Breathe

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
You'll understand what I mean when I say
There's no way we're gonna give up
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams
Is there anyone out there 'cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe

~ Maroon 5

Panic, lack of air, screaming but nothing comes out, drenched in sweat. This is how Patricia awoke once again in the middle of the night. She had been awoken like this every night for the past two weeks. Each dream was different but they all had the same ending. She'd be running covered in blood, then she'd trip and land on the body. It was always Eddie's body. She had no clue who she was running from or why. The only thing she knew was someone was after her and ready to kill her just like they had done to Eddie.

Once awake she'd usually get a drink and crawl back in bed to try to sleep, but tonight it occurred to her the cup she left next to her bed for water, had been taken and left downstairs. She pulled herself into a sitting position and slowly caught her breathe. She grabbed her phone to check the time, 2:34 am. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her black sweatpants and pulled a sweatshirt from under her bed, she pulled the sweatshirt on and zipped it before tip toeing out the door and to stairs.

She glanced in Victor's office as she walked past and he was gone. She let out a sigh of relieve, the last thing she needed was to be busted by captain curfew. She finally made it down the stairs and into the kitchen. She tip toed her way to the cupboard and then the sink. She filled her glass with water and pulled herself up so she was seated on the counter. She racked her brain for what could be the cause of these nightmares. She sipped her water slowly and continued to think. She heard a throat clearing and practically fell off the counter.

"Oh it's you," she snapped having finally gained back her composure.

"Couldn't sleep? Dreaming of me weren't you Yacker" he asked her with a smirk. She froze, he had been in her dream, he had just been dead.

"You wish," she smirked.

"So that's what happened to my Tri-Polar sweatshirt," he muttered. Patricia glanced down at the sweatshirt, and low and behold it was Eddie's favorite sweatshirt, it was his Sick Puppies Tri-Polar sweatshirt.

"That explains the smell then," she denied wrinkling her nose. She actually liked the way the sweatshirt smelled, it made her feel safe.

"I'll take it back if you don't like it," he sighed.

"Nah I'm good," she smiled. There was something calming about how things were right now. She was feeling safe, and she was kind of enjoying his company at the moment.

"Well you do look better in that sweatshirt then I ever did," he added with a wink.

"So what are you doing up," she questioned.

"Midnight snack," he smiled opening up the fridge.

"Making a boy sandwich?"

"Nope that was last night, tonight we have pancakes, and since you're up do you want any?"

"Well now that you mentioned it, I am actually hungry so why not," she stated hopping off the counter and depositing the glass in the sink. She bounced back to the counter and observed as he made pancakes. The way his eyebrows knit together as he focused on his pancakes. He glanced up from the bowl and noticed her focus.

"Like what you see," he teased before sticking his tongue out.

"It's just, and I'll kill you and deny I said this, it's kind of cute how hard you've focused on making those," she said with laugh.

"Pancakes are serious business Yacker."

"Are they now?"

"Yes, yes they are," he said as he began to scoop batter into a pan to cook them. He appeared to be even more focused now that they were cooking then when he was just preparing them. She soon found herself having a plate of pancakes thrust into her hands. His were covered in syrup and whipped cream and he hopped up next to her on the counter.

"Cheers Slimeball," she laughed, before taking a bite. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but these were some of the best pancakes she had ever had. Eddie clearly knew what he was doing with pancakes.

"So what are you doing up? You can tell me Yacker." She bit her lip and stared at her feet, her plate now clean of any pancakes.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on, please," he whispered hopping off the counter and taking the plate from her, he had already cleaned and put the bowl and pan away, now he had to clean the plates and silverware.


"Pretty please Yacker. If you don't tell me I'm only going to spend the rest of the night wondering. You seemed really upset when I walked in."

"Do you really want to know?"


"Fine," she spat, "I've been having this nightmare, they're different places but the same thing. I'm running covered in blood, and then I trip."

"Is that it?"

"No," she said, she could feel tears threatening to spill from her eyes. These nightmares were horrible and she only thought it'd worry him.

"You can tell me."

"I trip and the first thing I see when I land is you," she paused and took a deep breathe, "and you're dead."

"Well I'm not dead, I'm very much alive, and I made us pancakes, and now I'm going to kiss your forehead and drag you into my room and we're going to cuddle and sleep until morning, then we will wake up very much alive. We will go our separate ways, get ready for scho-" he was cut off by her lips.

"You were rambling," she smiled, it was actually a nice reassurance to know he was alive. She felt his lips on her forehead, and then her hand on her wrist dragging her into his room. He sat on his bed and pulled her down next to him. She fell asleep completely feeling safe.

Sorry for the update wait. I have so many ideas but when I try to write my brain jumps around, and this wasn't even one of the ideas I had been having, I just it came to me and it just like flowed to write. I'll try to write something cutesy and futerey for halloween because yeah but blah.