Chapter 25 : I'm Not Okay
*Asher*
As predicted, I struggle with sleeping even on the ground. Turning constantly, my mind taunting me through the night with horrid nightmares I awake from in a panic. It’s stressful and triggering.
Our argument when Ophelia came home is what dances through each dream, but Courtney’s image morphs with Ophelia as my body and mind try to agree on who’s said what in the past. Sweat encases my back, and my head starts to grow heavy and pained.
I sit up, leaning forward as I put my head in my hands, a wash of different emotions pushing and pulling me.
This cannot happen again.
I hate myself for this, but if there’s any hope for me to sleep, something’s got to give.
I crawl into Ophelia’s bed, which stirs her.
“Asher?” she murmurs, eyes half open as she looks at me. “What time is it?”
“Late,” I respond. “Sorry. Couldn’t sleep.”
“What’s wrong?” She asks, rubbing at her eyes.
“Nothing,” I lie, just wanting to sleep. “Go back to sleep, okay?”