Ice's Point Of View

My eyes flew open, I was covered in a light sheen of sweat. My breathing was fast and uneasy... It was all a dream- well of coarse it was, it made no sense! I was still trying to decide whether or not to attempt to go back to sleep. I heard a loud banging on the door. Mother of God! My panic attack was almost done, so I crept slowly to the white on white doors. "Hey- everything all right in here? I heard screaming..." Thank the Lord, it was David. "Oh... Uh... Yeah!" I choked, trying to come up with something. "Alright, don't go crazy trying to get back to sleep- My knocking probably scared the living shit out of you!" He laughed. I chuckled nervously. I was acting so strange, then again.. Who wouldn't? 

When I finally shut the door, and climbed back into "my" bed, the swift black currents of sleep started to sweep me off into the portals of the unknown world of dreams. 

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David's Point Of View

Since nothing was wrong with Ice, something had to be wrong with me? What impulse would drive me to her aide? Maybe that's it... Impulse! Nah, to easy. Something deeper... Maybe not... "Fuck, maybe if I get some sleep.. I'll start making some sense.." I mumbled to myself groggily. "Hah, maybe you should!" Someone called. I couldn't tell who it was, per say- But they had an Austrailian accent, for sure!