To Keep From Getting Burned (Sitkolson Sequel)

16| Sweet Dreams

(A/N: Y U NO READ MAH STORY??? i'm just gonna have to start killing off people lol jk maybe ... Here's Josh's story and stuff again... ENJOY!!!

Music: Sweet Dreams (are made of this) [Covered by Marilyn Manson]

              Listening ( by Tonight Alive)

*Ryan- Ashley's POV*

          Wake up. Why won't he wake up? I began to panic as i shoved him violently in hopes to wake him up. But he didn't. He remained limp and lifeless as tears formed in the corners of my bright blue eyes. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs for Josh to wake up but i knew that wouldn't do him or me any good. 

        "Josh, if this is some sort of sick game, it's not funny." I said through my thick throat. He still has yet to move. Only now did i notice how sick he actually looked. I mean, i know he's very sick, but he almost looked like he was withering away. He was wasting away to skin and bones and his skin had a yellowish tint again. It had been so long since his last 'episode' and now it decides to act up again? This wasn't fair, but i knew that life wasn't fair. This didn't look like just another episode though, Josh's body had subsided to being still. Completely still.

     And that's when the tears really hit me. It felt like i was drowning in my own sobs as i fumbled around for the phone, dialing 911 as quickly as i could. There's no way this is happening. "I think my boyfriend is d-dying." I choked on my own harsh words. "H-he's not w-waking up or b-breathing." I let out a loud agonizing wail. This hurt more than i ever could have imagined. After telling the lady over the phone where we lived, i hung up and shook Josh even harder. "Wake up!" I howled before i felt my muscles give in. This was unlike any pain I've ever felt before, it was indescribable. 

      How could i live without him? He means the world to me and losing him is unbearable. I felt like i had been stabbed right in the chest with a poisoned dagger. No, i think this hurt a lot more. "Please." I sobbed in a soft voice. 

       Eventually, the paramedics arrived to take him. "Please tell me he's alive." I begged, more to myself then to them, really. They checked his vitals, pressing their fingers to his pulse points to see if he was in fact alive and if his heart was beating. The look on the paramedics face showed me immediately that his vitals were weak, if not completely gone. I screamed out in agony and frustration and all my pent up emotions. "Why couldn't this just happen to me? Why did it have to be him?" I began rocking back in forth until i just collapsed completely into long fits of sobs. "It's not fair."

      "It never is, sweetheart." Another paramedic came over to me and pat my shoulder sympathetically.

      I watched as they loaded Josh, my dead Josh, onto a stretcher, then zipping him inside a black, plastic body bag. "Sweet Dreams." I murmured to him as soon as I became numb from grief. He used to say that to me all the time. It seemed like such an innocent phrase at the time, but now that i think about it, it means so much more. From what i can tell, Josh knew he was sick for quite a while so maybe he was saying that just in case he didn't wake up one morning. In case he didn't wake up today...

       "Ryan..." My own name echoed in my ears. "Ryan- Ashley..."I turned around to find a doctor calling my name. Then something strange happened. The doctors face glitched and hindered like in a broken video game. His voice warped and spun. "Ryyyyan- Aaashhhhley." I felt someone shove e from behind and then my vision went black.

    ... And then i woke up...

       "Ryan, You're scaring me." I saw Joshes face hovering over my own. A fluster of emotions hit me as i leapt up and hugged him as tightly as possible, placing a big kiss on your forehead. "Woah, okay... what's gotten into you?" He scoffed, looking me over when i pulled away. He was still wearing his pajamas, as was I. He no longer looked sickly... well, as sickly as i dreamt him up to be. 

      "Are you really here?" I lifted him his arm and prodded at him in suspicion, after all, this could be just another dream. Not that the first one was a dream, it was more like a nightmare.  A terrible, horrible, diseased dream. The scary part is that that could really happen one day, i'm just hoping it's not very soon.

     "I think you had a little too much to drink last night." He chuckled, i glared at him for a moment, but i couldn't stay mad at him for long. I relaxed as i hugged him, resting my head in his chest contently. "What were you dreaming about?"

    "I-uh- i had a nightmare actually..."

    "Oh, me too." He looked down at me. "What was yours about?"

    "I had a dream that you- uh-died." I answered apprehensively. "Yours?" i tried to quickly change the subject.

    "My dogs ran away..." I wanted to slap him upside the head, but instead i settled for pinching his side. "What?!" He snickered and began tickling me.

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Kinda short Chapter, but ya know, you guys probably don't read my authors notes anyways oh well

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