1 AM {A Short Peterick Story}

1 AM

Why?

Why is a question many ask.

"Why did she do it"

"Why are you here"

"Why are you so pretty?"

But, Pete, asks "Why do I have these dreams?"

You see, Pete doesn't sleep well at all. It's creepy, his sleeping pattern. No matter what time he goes to sleep, he always wakes up at 1 AM, with the memories of his dream haunting him throughout the day.

You, would also be terrified, if you found the one that you love most, in your dream, their face twisted into a look of pure horror.

You, would also be terrified, if it happened every night, and right before it shows what happens, you wake up, look at the clock, and shiver, as the numbers burn into your skull.

1:00 AM

Never a minute more, never a moment less. Without fail,  Pete awakes, the angelic face of his love echoing throughout his mind, only to look over and shiver at the now scary happening, the clock reading 1 AM.

Pete doesn't understand why he has these dreams, but knows that while laying awake, he thinks about what happens at the end.

What does his boyfriend see that Pete can't?

It stresses him to the point of tears, I mean, if he was capable of producing them at this point. Now, he just sits there, a blank expression on top of his face.

His dream boyfriend isn't the only one to see something wrong. His real one is worried at the thought of what could be troubling his love.

Pete's love, whose name is Patrick, incase you were curious, is always urging Pete to see someone, that it wouldn't hurt to get help.

Pete, however, refuses. Declining the thought of another knowing his problems, his demons, he remembers what happened the first time he went to a therapist.

They would say to tell them everything, and when he told them, and awaited an answer that would help him, they would dismiss it, calling it just an 'overactive imagination' like he was a child, and not a grown man, who was only there at the request of his love ones.

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Pete lays awake, scared to look over at his alarm clock, praying that this will break his string of terror.

He turns his head slightly to the side, and nearly screams in anguish as the clock reads '1:00 AM'

It's been two weeks now.

Two weeks of not sleeping.

Two weeks of the terror twisted face of his angel haunting his dreams.

Patrick is the only one keeping Pete sane throughout the day. But even then, there's going to be a point where it won't help.

Because Pete's afraid that he dream, could easily become reality, with his record of health.

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The next morning, even some of their other friends can tell that there is something wrong with the dark haired man.

One of the closest of the couples friends, Andy, clasps his hand onto Pete's shoulder, looking at him, a worried expression tattooed on his face. He pulls Pete to the side, away from Patrick, who was talking to another of their friends.

"How are you feeling?" Andy asks gently. Pete just replies in a shrug, not wanting to say a thing, for fear that he could break down in tears at any moment.