Carbon Monoxide (Kellic) [go to AndehCrossley account for further updates]

There he was...

A/N: I've been in a really creative mood recently and so I've been continuing with the story. I hope you like it, and, as always, vote and comment! :)

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Kellin's POV:

"No!" I heard a scream. "No!! You can't do this to me! This isn't happening!!" there it was again. I felt arms wrap around me and pick up from the floor, on which I was laying. "KELLIN!!! PLEASE!! DONT GIVE UP ON ME!!" Whoever this was, clearly thought I was in trouble, "Wake up, I know you can hear me!!"

Who was this? Where am I? What happened? "BAMM!!" something punched me in the chest harder than I've ever felt.

"AAHHH!!" I screamed as I jolted up in my bed. The sheets around me were boiling hot and my hair soaking from my own sweat. Did I just have a nightmare? What was it about? It was horrible. And who was the person crying over me?

As I tried to steady my breath, I look at the clock: 01:23am. Ha, that's funny, one two three, weird coincidence. I step out of bed and catch my breath, sitting on the edge of my bed. I walked into my bathroom and ran the faucet. I splashed my face with cold water, and looked up into the mirror; my face a solid shade of white, and showing nothing but fear and confusion. I've had nightmares a million times, but nothing like this. This...this felt...different. But I can't quite put my finger on how or why.

I jumped in the shower and took my time to wash myself. I tried my best not to wet the bandages around my arms, or get soap in the cuts, that really hurts. I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. I grabbed a new pair of shorts and a different t-shirt, the other ones are damp from my cold sweat. I climbed back into bed but couldn't close my eyes. All I could do was stare out of my window and at the house across the street; why did it feel so weird when I looked at it?

After a while of staring at the neighbouring house my eyes began to grow heavy and, eventually, I fell asleep; hopefully I won't wake up in such a horrible way this time.

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My alarm woke me up again, but this time it didn't seem so bad. I mean, it wasn't pleasant, but it didn't seem as horrible. That's weird, I hate waking up. I slothed out of bed and threw on the same black skinny jeans as yesterday and a new top. I brushed my hair and quickly applied some eye-liner to my lower lid. I walked down stairs and into the kitchen to make myself breakfast. I threw two pieces of bread into the toaster and poured a glass of milk.

As I waited for the bread to toast I looked out through the front lawn. A newspaper lay on the stone walkway to the front door and garbage was spread all over the grass; I guess Aiden's friends decided to kick the trash can over. Great, now I have to pick all that up before I leave for school.

The toast springs from the toaster and I spread some peanut butter over one and jam over the other. I press them together like a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I finish my milk and put my breakfast in a small zip-lock baggie and grab a cereal bar from the counter top, then threw them both in my bag.

I lace up my sneakers and pick my jacket from the coat rack, grabbing my keys and make my way out of the front door. I walked over to the trash that covered the lawn; great, they had to do this the day I didn't wake up late. I started picking up the gross pieces of garbage and throwing them back into the trash can. I heard a car horn behind me and turned around to see where it came from. It came from a moving truck, 'Richard's furniture transport company'. I guess that must be the new owners of the house; damn, they moved in quick, only yesterday the house was sold, jeez.