Episode #2

His hands! His hands… Oh my god, was the only thought in his mind as what appeared to be lightning zapped from hand to hand. I'm dreaming. Please let it be a dream... He didn't know how long he stood there freaking out. Eventually, everything went black.

When Calyx woke up the next morning (Sunday), he felt completely normal. He was in his bed, comfortably, no sign of last night. He looked at the letter in his nightstand and it was right there, no sign of movement. Then again, he didn't know exactly the way it had been positioned. He shook his head. Just a stupid dream... He pulled out a drawer in his nightstand and took out the paper, pen, and envelope that he used just for 'Plant'. This will make me feel calmer, he thought desperately. He started writing to 'Plant' about what happened, but then he remembered the reaction that he got from mentioning it last time. And that it sounded crazy. Calyx stared at the paper for a moment, then made his decision to write it all down and just... Not send it. Definitely not. He didn't want to lose his friend because his friend thought he was crazy, lying, or making fun of him. Calyx winced at the thought. He sighed and put the pen to the paper.

Dear Plant,

You will never see this, I can't even imagine how crazy this letter is going to sound. But writing to you, even though you won't EVER read it is still comforting (god I'm an absolute mess).

Calyx took a deep breath to slow his rapidly beating heart. He became calm enough to continue.

Even now, after... 'IT' happened, I still feel on edge. Anyway, remember all those times you wrote about waking up and feeling sick the night after you received a letter from me? Around the same time it started happening to you, in 9th grade, it started happening to me as well. It seemed... Less bad than yours, so I put it down to stress. I shoved every thought about it deep down, hopefully to die there. Of course it lived (haha…). For a long time, it remained relatively mild. (Pulling out the big words) When I hit 11th grade, it got worse. As bad as yours. I denied thinking about it. But one night, it was so bad that I wrote to you about it. You didn't believe me and thought I was making fun of you. I wasn't. I haven't mentioned it since. I still won't. But last night... Something crazy happened. I woke up with the same feeling of wanting to do some unknown thing, but it was 1000+ times worse. And then, oh my god, I saw it. There was... There was LIGHTNING all over my hands. I almost screamed. Of course, it had to have been a dream…! What else could it be? Real? NO WAY. I just stood there frozen. Oh! I forgot to tell you that when I woke up standing, I had your letter in my hand. I dropped it before that thing happened to my hands (in my dream). I don't know how long I stood there. Eventually, it all went black. Next thing I knew, I woke up in bed, no sign that anything happened. It was horrible. I almost threw up when I woke up standing like that... But now I feel better writing this down. I know you won't ever read this, but thanks. You still somehow helped.

Your wacko friend,

Wisteria

Calyx stared at the letter he had just written. I should just throw it away. Yet he couldn't. His hands moved on their own, putting the letter as far back in the drawer as it could go. He looked at his hands. He flexed them. No scary lightning. It's over. It was a dream. Forget it... He couldn't.