-nightmare on epex street-

chapter 10.

flashback

~trigger warning wall~

Mu pov

"I always die" ..... I always die?

Jeff's words kept swirling around in my head while he pulled me to the classroom. For some reason, I started thinking about all of my dreams. But even more about the different boys who had been killed in them. Deaths that I could have done more to prevent from happening.

What is Jeff dreaming about with me? He said we were doing something weird, but he never even explained!
Oh my... If Minwoo dreamt about me, and I dreamt about him... What is going on?

We took our seats, me now sitting in between Jeff and Baekseung, and the class started not too long after. The lecture was boring, and I felt myself dozing off. I shouldn't have stayed up so late! I can't even keep my eyes open.
Tap. There was a tap on my left shoulder that woke me back up, but only for a few seconds before I dozed off again.

Tap tap

What the hell? I turned my gaze from the front of the room, to behind my shoulder to face Baekseung, but he wasn't there anymore. He was gone. I turned back around, and the whole rest of the classroom was completely empty. Where did everyone go?
"Baekseung?" Where did he go? "Please answer me, Baekseung! Stop messing around!" I walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. Empty. I closed the door behind me, and paced through the hallway hoping to find someone. Anyone. "Baekseung?" I didn't get a response. Feeling eyes on the back of my neck, I slowed down, and stopped. I looked around the dimly lit hallway, straight at the exit. Since the doors were glass, I could see through them. It was nighttime? Already? I heard a voice coming from behind me, but when i turned around, no one was there. It all felt too eerie. I wanted out. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Tap tap I jumped at the sight of a boy running up to me, but before I could get away, he grabbed me by the arm, and started pulling me away from the door. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET GO!" He didn't respond, he just kept dragging me along until we made it to the bathroom. He switched off the lights, and pulled out a lighter, holding it close to his face. "Who are you? Why did you bring"- "What the hell do you mean? Who am I? Mu, are you high? Nevermind. You know we shouldn't be out in the open, you could have been taken, or killed!"
I tried my best to get a good look at his face, and I definitely didn't recognize him at all.

Stomp

Oh no..

Stomp stomp

"I think he's"- the boy threw his hand over my mouth, and pulled me back into the corner hed been staying. We were shaking, unsure of what would happen to us next.

Knock knock knock

I could feel the tears running down my cheeks, still being to be as silent as possible. We both knew that it knew we were in there, it was only a matter of time before it got to us. And that time was a lot shorter than we were praying for. The man swung the door open, ripping it right off it's hinges, and as he made his way to us, we both sprinted towards the door, surprisingly dodging his claws that tried to swing at us. We both ran down the hallway, looking for the exit, all while listening to the mans loud stomping right behind us. Though we couldn't find the damn exit, we saw my classroom door. And we made a b-line straight for it. As we got closer, we noticed a light protruding from the cracks of the door, indicating that someone, or something was inside. With the fact that the man was still chasing us, we figured it was worth the risk to get away. We crossed our fingers, and opened the shockingly unlocked classroom door, slamming and locking it behind us. We looked around, and the room was empty. There was just a lot candle on a desk. On my desk. The boy threw his arms around me, and held me close. "Do think were safe now?" He asked. "Uh, I-I, I don't know. I hope so." When he let go, I walked over to my desk, and took a seat. The street lights shining through the windows, and the candle were all the light we had.

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Drip

I spot of liquid dropped onto my desk. It was a dark color. A red color.

Drip

The next drop landed on the candle wick, putting out the fire immediately. It was coming from something above me. When I looked up, I saw shoes. As the lights outside were flickering, they eventually got bright again. I could see a boy above me, dripping blood, and hanging from the ceiling.
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"AAAAAAAAGGHHHH!! NO! NOOO!!!"
I was there screaming uncontrollably, while Baekseung and Jeff were screaming at me to stop, along with the teacher. It took me a moment to realize that I was back in class. I looked up, and I saw nothing but the ceiling. "Mu? Hey, you alright man?" Jeff patted my shoulder, and it helped me calm down. I looked at the class, and saw that everyone was staring at me. I felt so embarrassed that I left. I ran out of the classroom, and straight for the bathroom. I felt sick. Nauseated. When I finally got in there, there was another boy just sitting on the ground but I didn't care. I just needed to get this but out of my system. I locked myself in a stall, puking out all of my insides, slowly starting to feel better after I finished. I heard someone stammering outside of the stall "A-are you g-good?" He knocked gently, the bathroom door opened, and I could hear Baekseung and Jeff run in. "Mu?! What the hell happened back there?" Jeff's voice echoed through the walls before Baekseung chimed in. "What the fuck is going on, Mu? Come out, please. We really want to talk to you. Please."  I heard the third boys footsteps disappear, and the bathroom door was once again opened. "Mu, he's gone. You can come out now." I unlocked the stall door, and was greeted by a frightened Baekseung, and annoyed Jeff. "So you gonna tell us what happened back there?" Jeff was adamant on finding out, and they both deserved the honest answer. I felt a huge lump in my throat, and so I used hand gestures to get them to follow me out of the bathroom, and they did so, quietly. We walked down all the way to the art room where my portfolios had been placed. I gestured for the boys to sit down, and they did, they didn't even question me. I turned my easel away from them, and began flipping through the pages of my book to find the one I needed to show them.
I pulled out tbe drawing of Amin, and pinned it to the easel. "Okay. Before I show you this, I just need to make myself clear. I-I don't really know him. I've never met him, or seen him. It's like that with a lot of people I've dreamt about. I dr-dream about people I've never even met, and I don't understand how. I don't know why I do it, or, or, or anything! I've had dreams with Baekseung before we ever even met! And another boy, and another boy that I've still never even seen!" I turned the easel in their direction, and continued on. "I don't know why this is happening, but I keep seeing a man. I-I I keep seeing this man and he won't go away! He hurt me. And he killed others. I don't know who he is, and I can't stand seeing his horrid face but he won't go away!" I sank down to the floor, and wept. Jeff approached me and slumped to the floor next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and we both watched Baekseung as he stared at the picture. He didn't say a word, and instead walked up to us, sinking down to the ground.

"This day is fucked."