End Of Everything (Book 1)

27: Living In A Dream

*Dylan's Pov*

My eyes blink open, and the first thing I see is a bouquet of blue and red flowers on the dresser beside me. I guess an 'I'm sorry I killed all you're friends and we're horrible parents' card came with the flowers. Sleep didn't come easy last night as I learned what Phoenix is really planning.

I sit up noticing I only have my boxers on. I spot a black t-shirt, white joggers, and a pair of black socks on top of matching boxers. My bare feet lands on the comfortable carpet. I sigh as I struggle to get out of bed. My body is still sore from what happened at the school. 

I stood up and headed to the bathroom, opening the glass door. I grab a towel that was hanging on the shower door, then turn the shower on to a nice warm temperature, and entered it. The water hit my body calmly relaxing my muscles. I grab the liquid soap and cleaned my body.

I reach for the shampoo bottle, squirted some in my hand, and applied it to my hair. Suddenly a fimliar voice from behind me starts to sing my favorite song in a beautiful way.

"I'm still standing better than I ever did. Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid."

I turn around slowly and my eyes fall on a fully clothed Olivia in my shower. Her hazel eyes stared back up at my brown ones. She had a smile on her face that I missed seeing so dearly. I was stunned to say the least. I tried to open my mouth but couldn't speak.

"What's wrong love? Is there something on my face?" She looked at me puzzled.

"Y..Y..You're n..not r..real." I barely got out. This has to be a dream.

"Awe baby, of course I'm not real. But this also isn't a dream silly. I'm in your head, cause you got me killed. Why, why did I have to die for you? I thought you loved me?" She pouted.

"N..No. Not you too, please I can't I..I'm sorry, it's my fault, i..it's my fault that they've even came in the first place." I cried out. It started getting harder to breathe the longer I was in the shower.

I close my eyes, count to three, and open them back. She was gone. I turn my shower off and stepped out onto the rug in front of it. I grab the drying towel and wrap it around my waste. After my bottom half was dry I put on the boxers and white joggers.

Tears came down my face as I sat on the floor next to my bed. I feel so useless. Am I ever gonna be back to normal?

"Damnit." I cried into my arms.

"You okay?" Said a small voice coming out of nowhere. I snapped my head up to see a little girl at my door. Her brunette hair is put up in a ponytail. She's wearing a pink Moana pajamas, with a pair of brown bear slippers.

"I..I'm fine, thanks." I smiled her way. She frowned as she placed her small hands on her tiny hips and glared at me.

"Liar! Lying's bad mister." I chuckled and put my hands up in surrender.

"You're right, you got me. I shouldn't have lied to you. I'm sorry." Her frown turned to a smile. She walks over and sits down next to me.

"I forgive you. Now why you so sad?" She looks up to me with big worried hazel eyes. Hazel just like Olivia's, damn.