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The Worst Dream Ever

Miranda's pov

I sit in the doctor's office alone. I'm still unsure about the scene from yesterday. The doctor walks in carrying a clipboard. I stare at him untrusting. He sighs sadly. "We're just gonna give you something to calm down okay?" He brings out a needle. No! He's gonna knock me out!! Where's Jason?! I push him away and flee. I run to my car in the pouring rain. My face is red from crying. I get on the road, wiping the tears. I turn on the radio to distract myself. I pull to the side of the road, crying hysterically. The rain hits the windshield with so much force it sounds like gunshots. I grab my phone scrolling through contacts. "I don't know what's real or not. When I'm dreaming or not. I could be dreaming right now!" My eyes go wide. Am I? I don't know! I try to start my car again but it won't start!

Jason's pov

She's obviously having a nightmare. "I've got to wake her!" I gasp, putting a hand on the doorknob. The doctor stops me. "No we have to figure this out." I stare worriedly through the window at her.

Miranda's pov

The lightning crashes and a figure appears in the distance. "Oh crap!" I cry, locking my car door and wrapping my arms around myself in tears. The thunder crashes again and he stands by my car, pounding on my window with a gun!

Jason's pov

Ok that's it! She digs her hands in her arms. I run in there and wake her up. She sits up confused and disoriented. "So it was a dream!" She gripes, slamming a fist on the bed. "I hate dreaming! I hate sleeping! I hate life!" She yells, tears coursing down her cheeks. "I am never sleeping again!" "Baby you have to sleep." I say, gently, holding her hand. "If I don't sleep, I don't dream. And if I don't dream, I can't have nightmares!" I don't know what to do!

*one week later*

Miranda's pov

Jason's trying to set up a new tour. He's meeting with other singers to choose tourmates. I sit on the couch, trying to stay awake. "So far so good." I mumble. I go to the garage where he was talking on the phone and throwing darts while sitting down. "How's it going so far?" I ask, my hands rubbing my arms. He lowers the phone with a sigh. "I know you haven't been sleeping." He says, grabbing my hand, a worried look on his face. He pulls me onto his lap. I rest my head against his chest, curling my legs under me. "Just rest baby. You're safe." He whispers, rubbing my back. "You know you'll have hallucinations if you don't." I sigh, not wanting to think about it. "I just have to distract myself." I say, standing up. "You're exhausted!" He gasps, holding me in place. "No I'm not!" I lie, yawning and making Jason smile. "I know a sleepy cowgirl when I see one." I shake my head. "I'm not..... Tired." I gasp yawning in between not and tired. He smiles and hugs me. "Come on sleeping beauty let's get you to bed." He puts a hand on my back gently guiding me into the house. I turn to him scared. "What if I have a nightmare?!" I cry, panicked, grabbing his shirt. He holds my hand. "You're gonna be fine." He opens our bedroom door and I almost walk in when it's a black hole. I scream and try to run but Jason grabs my hands. "Miranda calm down, you're hallucinating, whatever you're seeing isn't there!" He gasps.

Jason's pov

She looks around, panicked, trying to pull free of my grip on her hands. "Baby look at me!" I cry, trying to get through to her. Her eyes never leave mine as I slowly walk into the room. She glances over my shoulder once, her eyes widening in fear. "No, hun, there's nothing there!" I hate to do this but I have to. I quickly sedate her. Now maybe she'll get some sleep.

Miranda's pov

*in her dream*

I walk down the street, knowing I'm dreaming. I look around wearily. I walk in our garage. Luke and Blake are arm wrestling. I sit down to watch when Jason and Brad walk into the garage with guns in their hands. Their eyes dark red and rage filled. "Jason?" I gasp, confused. Brad shoots Luke and Blake, making me scream and stand up. The door behind me flies open and Rich grabs my arm, pulling me inside as Jason shoots at me!! Rich drags me away and now we're running through the street of Eric's Springsteen video. He's playing the piano in the middle of the road. Rich grabs his shoulder and we run into an alley way, breathing heavily. Jason runs passed it unaware. What's going on with him?! Rich breathes a relived sigh and grabs my hands. "The shooter is locked up. You're okay!" He says. Huh? What's he talking about? I stare at him wonderingly then I hear a gunshot go off down the street, which makes me jump. Then Jason stands in the doorway with an evil smile. What happened to him?! He aims the weapon at me. I scream and block my face. I open my eyes and am back in bed, shaking and drenched in sweat. I run into the garage where he just got off the phone and threw another dart. "Can't wait for the tour." He mumbles. I know it was a dream. Jason would never try to kill me. It was the most horrifying one ever.

Jason's pov

"Jason." I hear her whimper. I turn around. She's shaking like crazy. Damn. She must have had another nightmare. "You should be asleep." I say anyway. She shakes her head. "No. I can't. Not after..." But her voice trails off. "Babe, what is it?" I walk over to her but she bcks away. "Sweetheart what's wrong? What happened?" "M-My d-dream." She whispers. "What was it about?" She won't let me near her which is starting to worry me. "Baby?" "You tried to kill me! You had blood red eyes and chased me down the street with a shot gun!!" She falls to her knees, sobbing. I hit my knees beside her and pull her into a tight hug. "Just a dream baby. You're okay. You'll always be okay." "Oh Jason, what do I do?!" I don't know. I'm so scared. I kiss her head. "I'll think of something." I whisper, tears threatening my eyes.