A Missed Concert

Something Weird Is Going On

Jason's pov

*in his dream*

I was back home. "Mom?" I call confused. "Dad?" I walked down the hall and ran smack into Mason. "Hey uh what's going on?" He asked. I shrug confused then I heard our parents. "Who stole the 50 dollar check off my desk!?" Our dad yelled angrily. My breath catches in my throat. I remember this day well. Mason's first act of thievery. I look down there and so does he. "Whoa." He whispers. We were both ten at the time. "Well who was it?!" My ten year old self looked to Mason's ten year old self. I knew he stole it but I knew he wouldn't fess up. So I pointed to him and said that he did it. The Mason that's my age who's standing next to me, shoved me. "Dude, it was you and you know it." I grumble glaring at him. The ten year old Mason yelled, "No he's lying! Check in his sock drawer! He hid it there, I saw him!" Oh yeah! He threw me under the bus. That little liar. Then everything goes blue and Mason vanishes. I look around. "Mason?! Where'd ya go?!" I cry. Everything goes back to normal color and we're in our room. Now at the age of sixteen. Mason stands by the wall with a wad of hundreds. My sixteen year old self was laying in the bed. "Jason wake up." "No go away Mason." I muttered, pulling the blanket over my head. This is bizarre. "Dude seriously get up!" That time I listened. And he took me to a nudy bar. It was weird.

*he wakes up*

I wake up in a cold sweat. Remembering those times I hadn't thought about in years gives me the chills. I shakily go to the window and open it, letting the cool breeze wash my cares away.

*the next day*

I didn't sleep much after waking up with that weird dream and when I did it was weird memories of me and Mason when we were kids. I see Mason running towards me. "Dude!" I gasp when he looks shaken. "Did you have any.... Weird dreams last night?" I don't want him to know I did so I just shake my head. "Well I had a weird dream it was when we were kids. It was dad's stolen check! You remember that!" My breath catches in my throat. But I quickly recover. "I remember you pinned the wraps on me!" I gripe. He sighs. "But also we were sixteen and it was the first night you'd ever been to a strip club." "Oh my God! I had the same exact dream!" I blurt out and wishing I didn't. Dr. Samuels walks over, clapping. "Congratulations boys, you made it through phase 1." I stare at him then look at my brother. "Phase 1?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Phase 1. You're starting to think alike. On for phase two." "What's phase 2?" Mason asks, slowly. "You'll find out. Follow me." We follow him but stay further behind to talk. "Jason, do you think this place is getting to be a little..... Bizarre?" He whispers. I keep my eye on the doctor and nod. "We had the same dream last night. How did he do that?" "I don't know but I don't like it. This whole place is giving me the heebie jeebies." He mumbles, shuddering. I nod in agreement. "Mason, just go along with whatever it is and we'll figure out what to do after." "You boys coming?" "Yeah." I call. "Come on." We get to a room. "Mason, you sit here and Jason you stand by the computer." I nod slowly and do what he says. "Ok this is simple Mason, when a color comes on the screen, you click the color that corresponds with the color the word is spelling out. Understand?" Mason glances at me and nods. Then the doctor attaches something to the sides of his head. He turns to me. "If he gets it wrong, the screen in front of you will glow red, and you my friend will push the blue button." "Okay." I say, a little weirded out by all this. "I don't see what-" "And begin." The doctor interrupts, pissing me off. Mason clicks the colors and I stare at him oddly. Then he gets one wrong so I hit the blue button and he jumps in the seat. "Yow!" Electric shock. Hm. "I wanna know why ya blamed me for all your heists!" I shout. "What?" "Every time you'd get caught! You framed me! Why?!" "Ow stop that I don't know!" He shouts. I shock him again. "Why did you do it?! Do you hate me Mason?! Is that why?!" I shocked him again and he clamps his hands on the chair. "Dammit, Jason! Stop shockin' me you dumbass redneck!!" He screams ripping them off the sides of his head. "What is wrong with you?!" He yells. I grit my teeth and throw the control box down. "You're what's wrong with me!! You've been a thorn in my ass since we were kids! Why don't ya crawl in a hole and die Mason! Do the world a fucking favor and die!" I yell shoving him. "Guys! Guys calm down! This is supposed to help you both, not cause you to fight!" Dr. Samuels cries. I stomp out pissed off. Fury filling my veins. My brother hates me. That's why he pinned his crimes on me when I was a child. I go to the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat. Ten minutes later, Mason walks in talking to the doctor. I clench my fists and finish eating as fast as I can. I'm walking out as he grabs a tray of food. God I want to go home.