Chapter 9

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They took me back to their house again. I sat on the sofa trying to be cheerful when Ethan pranked Flynn and Flynn pranked Ethan (while Daniel watched) and I couldn't even crack a smile. I was too miserable about everything.

"Hey." I turned to see Rhys staring at me. "Come with me." I followed him up the stairs and into his room where Rhys bolted the door. " I have to tell you something. Something important."

"Yeah?"

"When I said I had dreams that came true, that's correct. But I had a dream on Wednesday night that you would be staying at mine one time. I just didn't think it would be like this. I'm sorry."

I wanted to be mad, mad at Rhys who had done nothing wrong. "It's okay. I remeber having this blurry vision of Michael yelling at me and me screaming his name but that's it."

When the whole family went up to bed I decided to call it a night.

I walked into the hospital and straight through the doors. My mum and dad would be here by now. I strolled through a ward and walked past two beds. Into a ward I carried on and I got a daydream too. Of my parents in a car. And a car hitting them in the side of their car. And the fact both of them were unconscious...

I woke up from my horrible dream sweating and with tears pouring down my face. It couldn't happen. It couldn't come true.

I left a note saying where I was going and I ran down the street and all the way to the hospital. As I went up to the desk a doctor called me over. He took me to the ward. Where there were two others on beds.

"MUM!" I screamed. "DAD!" Neither of them made a sound.

"I'm sorry Marcus." A doctor whispered. "They were coming here this morning and a car came out of nowhere. There was a massive accident. There's four dead, not just them. We wanted you to see them before we move them to the mournery. Do you want to say goodbye?"

I walked over to my parents and gave them each a kiss on the head. I stepped backwards. They took my parents away that night, down to where the dead people go.

They were dead. My parents were dead. Gone.

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