Ghosts - Dream-team

Day 126

Two chapters in one day? :0

Anyways, hope you liked the last one >:3

Todays chapter contains, loreee >:3

and angst, and blood, so beware of that :3

The beginning might seem a bit confusing, but trust the process 😌😌

Anygays, enjoy!

Sapnap POV

     I stand on the front lawn, staring at the house right in front of me. My house. Its dark, there's one light, one small light on in the living room. I walk up the pathway slowly, my hands shaking, my head throbbing. My mind is fuzzy.

      I'm trapped in a nightmare. Yeah, that's it, a nightmare. And it'll all be over soon. When I wake up.

    I now stand at my front door, looking up at it like its a dragon, or perhaps a enderman. After all, its a nightmare, anything could be in a nightmare, including an enderman. 

     I'll wake up, mom probably yelling at me to get my "ass out of bed" before I'm late. Dad will already be at work. I'll walk home with George and Dream, to Dream's house where we'll play games until 5 in the morning and then pass out on his couch.

        I'll wake up, and everything will be like how its supposed to be.

       Back to normal

What even is normal anyways? What defines it?

    I snap out of my thoughts and reach towards the handle. My hand goes through it. Just a nightmare, its just a nightmare. I look up at the door again. How am I supposed to get through it...? I stick my hand through the door, testing it out. After a moment, I step through it, appearing on the other side and inside my house.

       That... worked.... its a nightmare, a dream, of course it would work.

   I walk through the dark hallway, the only sound being my footsteps. Everything seems solemn, sad.. depressing. I hear a noise coming from the living room. I pause, trying to listen to it, figure out what it is.

     Is that.. is that crying? I freeze, debating on whether to follow it or not. A lady sobs. Is there.. a man crying too?  I listen again, my eyes widening as something clicks in my mind. Are those.. my parents? I start walking again, perhaps a little faster this time. 

      I enter the living room, my pace slowing as I see the scene before me. Both of my parents sit on the couch, sobbing. My dad's face is buried in his hands, and my mom is crying into.. is that my jacket?

    I look at them in confusion for a moment, watching them as they cry. Finally, I speak up.

"Mom?" I say softly. My mom's head snaps up, and she looks at me in shock, her eyes widening as she sees the gunshot through my stomach, my shirt covered in blood. There's a moment of silence, before she speaks, barely talking above a whisper.

    "Oh. Oh Nick" Her voice breaks at the end as she looks at me. My dad looks up quickly, his eyes red, face stained with tears, his eyes scan the room, searching for something... for me? I look at him in shock and confusion. I've never seen him cry before.

      "He.. he.. is he..?" My dad asks, his voice trembling. My mom nods slightly, still looking at me with sorrow in her eyes. I look at both of my parents in confusion.

"Dad?" I say softly. He doesn't respond. He's looking at me, but its like he's only looking at me because that's where mom is looking. Its like he's looking past me, like.. like I'm not there to him. My mom speaks softly, her voice still laced heavily with sorrow.