Jokes On You

I woke up

My eyes opened.

I sat up and looked around adjusting my eyes to the sun.

I looked around and noticed someone laying down behind me.

Oh

He starred back at his dead self.

The bullet wound right in the centre of his head was quite noticeable.

I'm dead

Well this is peaceful.

I turned my head around and saw Dream standing looking down at the cliff.

Everything was so bright, and beautiful.

I was numb. I knew I was just shot in the head but I wasn't in any pain.

I touched my head. There was no blood, but I touched where I was shot.

Everything was foggy.

I barely remembered anything.

Why was I dead?

Who shot me?

And then my eyes directed to the gun in Dream's hand, and the huge knife dropped on the ground.

Oh

I lowered my head. Things flooded back to me.

Our shopping spree. Us driving out here. Kissing. The gun. Yelling. The feeling in my thigh. The eye contact as Dream pulled the trigger aimed at my head.

I looked down at my thigh. I saw the shirt wrapped around it.

I stood up and walked over to him. I put my arm around his neck.

He didn't know I was there, but I was.

Dream turned around.

There was a numb grin on his face.

Dream walked over to me.

He looked down at my body and grabbed my hand.

He sat down beside me on the blanket.

"Have fun in heaven, I'll be in hell." Dream out the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

I covered my mouth with my hand.

I quickly shut my eyes and immediately turned around.

Sobs left my mouth.

I laid there. My head was throbbing.

Why did it hurt so bad. My head ached.

I could feel a heart beat in my eye.

I touched my head. There was blood on my fingers.

I looked up.

Everything was so dark.

The world was red and black.

George was standing turned around from me.

I thought he was dead.

He slowly turned around.

We made eye contact.

There was a bullet hole in his head. But no blood was dripping from it.

There was blood all over his face.

He looked like a demon. I could sense the anger coming off of him. He looked like he was silently in pain. He was holding his head as blood kept on dripping off of his chin onto his jeans.

Why wasn't I bleeding then?

I looked down at my thigh. There was dry blood on my pants. But there's non coming out of the bullet hole unlike Dream.

I was a demon.

I shot George and in return I guess I get forever pain. Forever darkness.

I knew it was something like this.

I wasn't mad.

Sadness rushed over me as I looked behind me and saw the gun on the ground beside my head.

He was a demon.

Was I an angel?

I slowly walked over to him.

I wasn't mad at him.

Why wasn't I mad at him?

He just murdered me. He murdered me and he doesn't even seem upset about it. He used me.

My phone vibrated. And fell out of my pocket.

Jake was calling me.

Dream and I both looked over at my phone as the vibrations stopped.

"It's so dark out here." Dream looked around sadly

"What do you mean? It's beautiful." I looked around with him.

We sat in silence.

We knew why we were here. I was an angel talking with a demon.

A hot demon, but he murdered me. I wasn't anger at all. I felt happy.

I wanted to be mad but I couldn't bring myself to even be mad.

I looked at my hands. They were a pail white. Then I looked at Dream's. He was a light red.

"I'm not even mad. I want to be mad at you but I don't think I can physically do that anymore." I looked at my hands.

Dream looked down at my hands "Yeah. I feel angry and sad at the same time. That's what killing someone does to you I guess." Dream laughed

We starred into each other's eyes.

The spark came back.

But he didn't love me. He lied.

I quickly looked away.

The sun was setting. We both looked up at it.

Dream and I were looking at the same thing. But we didn't see the same thing.

Tears filled his eyes.

"Everything's so dark. The sunset is red and black." I looked closer at it

"It's blue, red, pink and purple." I smiled "I like red."

"I know George."