I dreamed about you last night.

It’s odd… I barely know you. I’ve spoken to you… maybe twice. But you were there.

You and one other person were… the main characters. Everyone else was a blur. Only you and him were apparant.

But, god, I don’t know you at all. I sit next to you in one class. I saw you once in a starbucks. That’s about all the contact we’ve had.

You were desperate.
It was a silly game, a silly game we were all playing. Me, my friends, and you. We got up to move to a different room.

He pulled me back, to talk to me. Then when he left, you pulled me back too.

You said, “don’t rat me out.”

Your eyes looked scared. Really, I can still picture them. The scared eyes I saw in my dream.

You were so desperate, you needed to make sure I didn’t tell them.

Why?

Why didn’t you want me to tell them? Why did you pull me back? Why were you so scared? Why were you in my dream in the first place? Why was he there? Why did he pull me back too?

Was he just as scared as you?