Converse x Vans

Alone

TW: Intense levels of gore (please don't read with a. Weak stomach), swearing, Mentions of suicide and suicide
Nicks POV

I feel myself wake up, I open my eyes to see I am encompassed by blue and red lights, with lines of purple in between, I look down to see his face again, blood is smeared all over his face. His face squishes against the rock against his kind face. Jacobs eyes flutter at me, opening and looking at me startled.

"Mr Nelson." Jacobs winces. "I regret it."

Jacobs eyes fall to the floor, life pouring out from them, and with one last breath again he breathes his last breath. The warm trickle of blood from his body pours out and I only just see the rocks that have impaled him. I then look back to his face to see it's no longer there. I look up and see him standing.

His body is mangled and completely disarranged and half of his face is pushed to the other half of his face. A bloody mess is only left of that side of his face.

"It's all your fault." It says through the blood in it's mouth. "It's all your fault."

It screams this over and over until I can't anymore. I scream as loud as I can and as I do I hear a voice calling to me.

"Nick!" It's calls.

I wake up from my night terror and spring upright. I feel my body drenched in sweat, I run to the bathroom and vomit into it, my mind lingering to the memory of his dismantled face.

I clean myself up and go back to the bedroom.

"Nicky." Charlie says standing up and running towards me.

He places his warm hand onto my face and I'm that moment, I let my legs give way. I fall to the ground and Charlie follows me, making sure I don't hit my head. When I land on the floor, tears flow out of eyes.

My brain repeats the images of the nightmare and I feel a claw of guilt etching it's everlasting mark into me with its nails. I continue to cry and cry until it just stops, the sobs stop, the tears stop. Have I run out of tears?

Although, when I try and remember the nightmare, I remember nothing. What was it even about? The image flys back into my head and I feel myself let out a blood curling scream accompanied by waves of tears.

I remember what the dream was about now and all I can think of is what he said to me. "It is all your fault."

"Nick?" Charlie asks.

"Yes." I sob.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Everything that happened that night." I sob. "That night lives in my head like I have it on dvd in my brain DVD player and it won't stop playing."

Charlie's eyes seem confused till his eyes focus onto my face. "Nick that was a horrible night but." He pauses. "We need to get past it and I know it will be hard but you need to try."

Anger boils in me as he says this. How could he say I need to just get over it! A life changing night and he says get over it! I can't believe this right now.

I stand up angrily and storm out of the room.

"Nick?" Chase says rubbing his eyes.

"Go to back to bed Chase." I growl.

Charlie isn't far behind me and he stops and explains to Chase what is happening and tells him to go back to sleep and he can have the day off.

I storm out of the house after quickly putting my shoes on before Charlie can stop me. I see Charlie running out of the house barefoot.

"Nick please." He says stopping in his tracks.

"Please what!" I say throwing my hands in the air. "I HAVE SUFFERED WITH THIS EVER SINCE IT HAPPENED AND YOU WANT TO TELL ME TO GET OVER IT!" I scream.

"That's not what I said." He says almost to calmly. "I said we need to get past this, start to move on, not get over."

My blood runs cold as Charlie says this. I just stormed out of the house, worried Chase, made Charlie run out of the house barefoot and I can see that his feet are hurting him with the sidewalk and I just made Charlie be on the verge of tears. What kind of boyfriend am I?

Charlie isn't going to bother with me after this. I'm alone.

"I" I choke. "I'm sorry, I'll speak to you soon."

I turn around and start to walk away tears flooding my eyes. Tears pour from my eyes onto my shirt. I pull out my phone and call the only person I could call right now.

Mum.

Sarah's POV

"That's done, kitchens done and the bathrooms done all the cleaning done for the day!" I say happily

My phone rings from across the living room and I go up to grab it and answer the phone.

Nicky.

"Hello?" I say confused.

"Hi mum." Nick sobs into the phone.

"Nicky what's wrong baby?" I ask.

"I'll tell you when I get there can I stay at your house for a few days." He sobs.

"Yes baby come back home now." I say.

He hangs up the phone and all I can think of is what the hell is going on. I pull out my phone and call.

Nicky's future husband.

"Sarah?" Charlie says.

"Hi Charlie." I sigh. "Nicky is coming to my house for a few nights so you know he's safe, but what's happened that's caused him to do so, if you don't mind me asking."

Charlie sighs and starts to explain. "It's fine, I think it's good you have a backstory."

Charlie explains the entire story to me and adds his point of view so I can counteract it with Nicky's when he arrives.

I don't even know why Nick would storm out like that on Charlie. There's obviously a reason for this but I have to find out why.