I Just Really Wanna Be With You (A Foster the People Fanfiction)

This Can't Be Real

PONSI'S POV

I woke up and had no idea where I was or what had happened to me. The last thing I remember was falling asleep with a splitting headache. Now that was gone and everything on the bus was dark and silent. I felt like I couldn't break the silence, literally. I didn't know if my voice would work, it was like the silence was contagious. It's also so dark in the bus that I couldn't see an inch in front of my face. I stood up and leaned against a wall, I knew I had to be back where the bunks were, but I didn't feel the familiar separation between the bunks, it was one solid wall. My mind started racing. I had to know what had happened.

Then I heard it, the sound of glass breaking. My heart sped up and I feared the worst, that someone was coming to kill us all. But, where's everyone else? Why was no one else moving? Were they all asleep? Mike? He wouldn't let someone onto the bus that's not supposed to be there.

I heard the sound of the glass breaking stop and something metal fell to the ground. I heard a voice hiss in pain and then something dropped to the floor. "Guys?" Cal's voice cut through the darkness, confusing me even more. I know I kicked Cal out of the bus, but she wouldn't break in in the middle of the night, would she?

Curiosity about the whole situation has got me going, so I carefully picked my way through the dark floor. There was so much stuff just sitting randomly across the floor. I should really talk to the others about the messes we make. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked Cal off the bus. If she was still on, the girls would be too and there'd be no messes.

I got out of the bunk area and leaned against the doorway. I watched as Cal's silhouette stood up against the dim light coming through the windshield. It was really weird because Cal looked like she was standing against the side of the bus, but that's impossible.

"Cal? Are you okay?" I called out, but she ignored me. It was like she didn't even hear me.

I was about to say something else when there was a groan and I saw Mike sit up. Then I knew something had gone horribly wrong. Mike's seat was now laying against the floor of the bus and there's no way that can happen unless the bus flipped.

Oh. My. God. The bus, it's flipped. That's the only way that things could look like this, there's no other logical explanation.

I watched as Cal hurried over to Mike and helped him out of the hole in the windshield. After they disappeared, I stood there in shock. Is this real? What is this madness? Why can't Cal hear me? What's going on? This can't be real. Or can it? I shook my thoughts away as I heard Cal approaching again, talking to someone. I held my breath, fearing that it was Andy or one of the girls, but she was on the phone with someone.

"Um, yes, I think they might've been shot. I heard gunfire... Thank you." Cal hung up and I feared the worst.

If we were shot... Am I dead? Is that why Cal can't hear me? What is this? If I'm dead, why am I still here? Am I ghost? Where are the others? Are they dead too? I kept thinking these thoughts, even though I probably shouldn't be.

Shaking my head, I watched Cal climb through the hole again and turn on the flashlight. She just stood there with the beam of light pointing at her shoes, which she then looked at the bottoms of. I looked closer and saw the blood. Then I looked around and saw all the blood. That's it, I'm dead.

Cal moved carefully through the wreckage of the stuff we kept on the bus. She found Isom first, and the way he was laying on the ground made me believe that he was unconscious, maybe even dead. No. He's not dead, I shouldn't say that. We're not dead. I'm just having a bad dream. Maybe I'm sick! Yeah, that's it, I'm sick and I'm having those weird dreams you get when you're sick. I gave myself a little talk to convince myself that I'm dreaming.