The End

1. The Dreams

Dan's POV:

"Please! What have I ever done to you guys?" the boy questions frantically.

He is stuck in a corner as the three dark figures walk closer. They managed to trap him in a dark ally on their way home from school.

"You're a fag! People like you disgust me! People like you shouldn't even exist!" yells one of the figures.

The boy doesn't even have time to respond because before he knows it, they were beating the life out of him. They are careful to not hit his face.

I just stand there. As hard as I try, I am unable to move towards the boy. I am frozen in place. My mind is screaming. Every kick, every punch the boy gets, I feel it too.

'Help him! Help him!!' my mind screams at me. But I can't.

The boy cries and screams, but they just continue to hurt him.

"Stop! Leave him alone!" I yell.

Nothing.

They can't hear me. My mind is going crazy. My body hurts like hell. The only thing I can do is cry.

And thats what I do; I cry.

"Stop!" I yell as I sit up from my bed.

'It was just a dream, it was just a dream,' I repeat in my head.

I am sweaty and shaking. My face is wet with tears. I can still feel traces of pain the boy went through.

I have some fucked up dreams.

My mum pokes her head in my room.

"Dan, are you ok?" she asks quietly.

No.

"Y-yeah. I...I just had a bad d-dream," I stutter. It is hard to talk when I am still so shaken up.

She gives me a weird look before she comes to sit next to me on the bed.

"Dear, you're crying," she says as she gently pushes the hair out of my face. "Do you want to talk about it? Maybe that'll help."

"Its nothing, mum... just a dream. But it was w-weird. This g-guy, he was getting beat up and I-I couldn't help him. As hard as I tried, I couldn't. The worst part was that I could f-feel everything he was feeling. I d-didn't even get to see his f-face," I say, balling my hands into fists.

I can tell she is thinking by the expression she has. "Come here," she says as she opens her arms for me to hug her. "It's ok. Probably just your subconscious trying to tell you something, I guess."

"I feel so stupid right now. I'm seventeen years old and my mum is comforting me because I had a bad dream," I say into her shoulder with a small chuckle. She always finds a way to cheer me up with just her presence.

She laughs. "Don't worry. You'll always be my baby." She stands up. "Anyway, I'll go make you some breakfast before we leave to work," she says as she pats my head and then walks out of my room.

I check the time since I'm surprised my parents are even home. They're normaly gone when I wake up.

5:17 am. No wonder they're still here.

I decide to go to the restroom before I go down to eat. Slowly, I get up and walk to my bathroom. I wash my face and look at myself in the mirror.

My hair is a curly, tangled, brown mess. I hate it. When straight, my fringe is almost past my left cheek bone. Since I'm not going out today, I don't straighten it. My boring brown eyes have dark circles under them from staying up so late. They've only gotten worse with the random wave of nightmares I've been getting recently.

I dry my face and walk out into the hall. I don't bother changing so, I'm just in a white t-shirt and black pajama pants.

I walk to the end of the hall and start to descend the stairs carefully. I'm still a bit groggy so, I'm trying not to trip and die.

Our house is pretty big, bigger than a regular house, but smaller than a mansion. It has seven rooms and four bathrooms. My parents turned one of the rooms into their office, a theater, another into a game room for me, and the other rooms became the guests' room. I don't understand why my parents chose such a big house for only three people. It only makes me feel lonelier than I already am.

Most people would consider us to be rich or wealthy. I just like to think we have a little extra money. I'm just not one of those people that like to show off—I never have been.

I'm almost to the bottom of the staircase when I hear my parents whispering in hushed voices. I hide around the corner and get closer to listen better, just out of curiosity.

"...He told me. It's the third one in two days. Don't tell me it's a coincidence that as soon as we move here he starts having those dreams," whispers my mum.

"Maybe you're right.... I still think we should wait just a little bit more, though. We can't be certain. If Dan has anymore symptoms we'll tell him," my dad says sounding thoughtfull. "Today is Saturday so we'll know for sure by tomorrow or Monday."

"I-"

"Symptoms?" I cut my mum off and show myself.

What on earth are they talking about?

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