My beginning and the end (Completed)

Frigid night

Ethan lived with few of his roommates, so it was never fully quiet. The house was almost never empty at night, except for this time. I've stayed over many times before and never have things been like this before. Ethan had an explanation for this, however, that there was some big event out of town everyone had left for it. I fully forgot about it because it was like a sports competition.

Finally, it felt like we were alone. No one is watching us anymore. I slept poorly despite that. I had a nightmare that I was walking into the kitchen and saw Ethan.
His hands were covered in blood as he looked at me with concern. He looked just as shocked as I was looking at his blood covered hands.
I felt as if someone else was there, but I didn't see anyone else. I asked him what he had done repeatedly. He didn't answer me, he only moved closer. He leaped into an embrace as I stood frozen in fear. I saw someone else looking  at me. By the doorway into the kitchen. The only lights on were in the kitchen, so I couldn't see who it was standing in the shadow. I woke up to Ethan trying to wake me. He asked me if I was okay and that I had been turning mumbling. He said I had been repeatedly  asking what did you do Damien.
Who's Damien he asked. I stuttered while trying to make sense of what was a dream and what was reality. Who is Damien he repeated. "I-i don't know." I really don't know, though. I think he might think I was seeing someone else.

It was 4 a.m. Ethan said he couldn't sleep, so he was going to get some fresh air. I didn't say anything. I just stared blankly at the ceiling. I couldn't make sense of what happened in the dream. I fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, the bed was empty. He hadn't come back yet. The time was now around 6 a.m. There was no sign of him. I tried calling him, but he left his phone on the kitchen counter. I thought about if I should go out and look for him because his car was still in the driveway.

I went to the back to see if he went out on the porch. It was very dark outside, but I could make the outline of someone laying on the grass.
I ran over to him. He was lying face up. I wasn't sure if he was dead or not. He was as cold as ice, only wearing a hoodie, pajamas, and some slippers. His eyes were closed, but it was hard to tell anything in the dark.

I called 911 and tried to stay calm as I went into panic and started shaking him and repeatedly screaming his name as the 911 operator tried to calm me down. I quickly shouted at the operator that he wasn't showing signs of life and that he had been gone for so long, and i didn't even notice. I felt so many emotions pour over me. Guilt, sadness, concern, shock, nervousness, I didn't even think about what the cold, wet dark spots on his clothes were.

I felt it was my fault for not waiting for him, for not explaining that it was just a nightmare, it didn't mean anything. The ambulance finally arrived and found me crying over him in the backyard. It wasn't until they shone a light down on us that I saw all the blood I was covered in. I looked down at the blood, painting my hands. I didn't even realize fully yet what was going on.

They took him away to the hospital. I stopped crying and just looked at the officer who was talking to me. I stared right through him. I was crying and screaming in my head, but I couldn't express it. Nothing came out. I just had a blank expression. Then I just went empty and saw nothing but black as my legs weakened.

I opened my eyes, staring at the black night sky. The moon no longer shone down it's light as it was covered by a heap of dark clouds. Then i closed my eyes. I could hear people all around me talking and speaking. Is Ethan alright? i asked them.
I opened my eyes again, and I was being wheeled into an ambulance.