𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇

𝐎𝐍𝐄

"Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?" —John Lennon

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All the blue eyed boy could see was darkness. That was it. Nothing else. He felt.. in danger? No.. no, that's not it. Nikolai looked down at his hand, blood filled it but he knew it wasn't his.

He felt as if.. he was the danger.

Danger to who? Not even he knew, but he will. He looked around, trying to look for any clues.

Then, about fifty feet away from him, he saw.. her. She sat on the ground, looking helpless.

That was something new.

Her usually perfectly curled hair was messy. Her makeup was ruined as her tears made it run down her face. Her skirt that was usually very neat and clean was ripped and filled with dirt.

Nikolai frowned as he ran towards her. The girl immediately stood up when she heard his footsteps, and she turns to his direction.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with rage and heartbreak as he saw the mess of the girl in front of him, "Who did this to you?"

She stayed silent, scared to give an answer. He grabbed her arm, gently but firmly, and his voice cracked as he screamed, "WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!"

"YOU DID!" the girl let out, shaking in fear, "You did this to me! Happy?!"

Cole felt his heart sank as he let the girl go, ".. m-me?"

"You hurt me, Nikolai! You hurt me, Nikolai! YOU HURT ME, NIKOLAI!"

"Nikolai!"

The boy jumped up, frantically looking around, "W-What?!"

He was met with the terrified eyes of his best friend, Raphael Miller. The boy's best friend had his mouth slightly open to try and let words come out, but there was complete silence.

Nikolai huffed as he sat up, "You fucking dickhead- you woke me up for no god damn reason?" and then he paused when he felt a thick liquid on his face as he rubbed his face.

"B-Blood!" finally came out of the boy in front of Nikolai.

Cole stood up, racing to the bathroom. To his horror, both of his arms were filled with blood, some going down his face.

"C-Cole-" his best friend called out as he followed him in the bathroom.

"What?!"

"Y-You're not injured.. at all.."

"And what the fuck does that have to do with anything?!"

The boy behind him gulped. His eyes widened as he made eye context with his blood-covered best friend. He let out a shaky breath.

"It means.. t-that it's not your blood.."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE.

hi! i know this chapter kinda sucks, but i was rushing to write it. anyways, like and share! love you xoxo