Nightmares [boyxboy]

Chapter I.

The next day, was Sunday, so the two boys could sleep in. They both always loved to sleep in, but that morning Kellin woke up way earlier than usual. He made his way to the bathroom and took a shower. While the warm liquid ran down his body, relaxing his muscles, he remembered the strange dream he had had.

It wasn't only strange to him, because someone had told him to stab his boyfriend, or that he could remember every detail of the dream, when they would usually inevitably blur or be erased from his memory completely after a few minutes. What he found to be the weirdest thing, was the fact that he could not make sense out of the dream. It was so out of context.

Whenever Kellin could remember his dream, he would try to analyze them, meaning, he would try to figure out why he had had the dream. He would try to get into the depth of his mind, and figure out, what was subconsciously stressing him out, or occupying his mind.

However, he was unable to even take a guess about the reason behind that dream. He couldn't remember ever wanting to hurt Vic. Neither emotionally nor physically.
He didn't recognize the voice, or the corridor. Did the color white mean something? He just didn't know and it was driving him crazy, occupying his thoughts for the rest of the day.

Kellin also liked talking to himself, it was kind of a habit. Whenever he was home alone, he would talk to himself. He wouldn't have actual conversations, but he would always voice his thoughts. He had learned it was supposed to be therapeutic.

He was very interested in psychology, which was also what he was majoring in at college, minoring in music. He wanted to be a therapist or something like that. He found the human mind amazing, wanting to understand himself and other people. He always wanted to be like these guys on TV, looking at people and trying to get into their minds. Speaking to people and knowing what they were thinking. Watching people's actions, and knowing their reasons. It was very fascinating to him.

He got out of the shower, drying himself off and getting dressed. He didn't bother blow-drying his damp hair and stepped out into the living room, where his boyfriend was now awake, sitting on the couch and watching TV.
"Hey", Kellin said, the sound of his voice startling Vic ever so slightly. "Morning", his boyfriend replied.

Kellin sat down next to Vic, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You scared me last night", Vic brought up, suddenly.

"I scared myself.", he told him truthfully, "Sorry for waking you up."

Vic shook his head and took his boyfriend's hand, intertwining their fingers. "Don't be, it's alright. I'm glad I could help you fall back asleep." Kellin nodded while absent-mindedly staring out of the window.

"What was that dream about anyway?"
Kellin told him everything, except the part where he had had a knife and was supposed to kill him.

"Wow...", Vic said quietly, "that's... Scary."
Kellin nodded, "It was."
The two went on with their day like they normally would on Sundays. They had breakfast, though something was different. It felt strange, Kellin couldn't really put a finger on what or how - it kind of felt like there was just a lot of tension between the two of them, for no reason.

Suddenly, Kellin jumped up, knocking over his chair in the process. A strange, horrific figure had appeared at the back of the kitchen.

It was a head, the head of Vic to be exact. His eyes were like black holes and it looked like he was crying blood. His lips were stitched together sloppily and there was a huge, bleeding wound on his forehead. The rest of his body, however, was nowhere to be seen, it was like the head had been violently ripped off of the shoulders and was now floating in mid-air.

"Vic, Vic, oh my god, what is that?", he whimpered, panicking, "Look! Over there! Oh my god, what the fuck? I- I-" Tears had started to form in his eyes and Vic furrowed together his eyebrows in confusion, as he turned around.

He turned back to Kellin, who was panting.
"Kells... There's nothing there.", he said softly.

"But- but... But I can see it, right now, Vic!", Kellin said in disbelief.
Vic calmly got up and wrapped his arms around the thin, crying boy.
"It's okay, babe.", he whispered, "it's probably because of that dream. What's there, hun?"

Kellin swallowed, hard, before answering: "You... Your head... You're dead... It's horrifying..."
He buried his face in his boyfriend's shoulder. "Make it stop", he continued to whimper desperately. Vic lead him into the bathroom and made him sit on his lap. "It's okay... You're just hallucinating. You're going through a lot of stress with college and your family right now - these things happen."

Vic wasn't sure who he was trying to reassure - himself or Kellin. Kellin, however, wasn't reassured or convinced at all. He had a really, really bad feeling about this.