What Dreams are Made of|| MAGICANIMALCLUB

Black Ink

Joes pov

Everything I do is going.
Everything I do now is gone.
All I've done and all I've ever seen is nothing.
It's nothing.
Tell me that I'm going to go soon.
Tell me it's a false alarm.
I've got a life ahead of me.
And it's going it's going it's gone.
It's going it's going it's...

"David Spencer was a well-know and all-around nice person, loved by everyone." I said,
"He was most definitely my best friend, and the best friend I will ever have."
Tears flooded my bloodshot eyes.
I was at the funeral of my best friend.
It was said that he committed suicide in his car, just after he left us home.
"David helped me through so many hard times, he kept me going when I felt like stopping. Without him I wouldn't have all these friends that I have now, all the times he had collected me from hospital, all the times we had went to his house and he had cheered me up. Life isn't fair. Life shouldn't take away the only good things," tears fell from my eyes,
"Sometimes I felt he was the only good thing, it's just so hard to believe he's gone."
My stomach felt empty, but I didn't feel like eating.
I felt so physically sick, I had never cried so much.

The coffin was surrounded by twigs and leaves, then it was covered in petrol.
"Good bye iBallisticsquid." I sighed, "goodbye David Spencer."
Images of him dead in front of a bus.. Nicole crying beside me... It's all coming down to it... He died first.... Then.. Beth.. Then me.. Just a dream. Just a dream..
"Dreams don't come true!" I yelled. Lighting the coffin up in flames. Watching my friend go up in flames. Watching him burn. Watching half of my heart shred. Watching most of my life die.
Beth walked up to me, she put a hand around my waist.
"What's up?" She asked me.
"Me.." I cried. That was Our joke.. David and mine.
Beth hugged me, and I got up from my wheel chair on my own two feet, I limped towards the fire, until I was as close as I could get without burning myself.
"Here we are, David." I sighed, "what has happened to our twisted lives." Tears streamed down my face,
"I have to say that I am truly honoured," I gulped, "I'm honoured to have had you in my life."

I stayed by the fire after everyone else went home. I stayed there alone, in the darkness. Beth had driven home.

I continued to stand vigil, until everything had burned away.
I slept on my wheelchair, warmed by the fire.
I woke in the morning beside a pile of ashes. I fell off my wheel chair. I crawled over to the ashes and lifted them up.
"There's no going back." I cried, "let this all just be one stupid nightmare like the last one."

I took a deep breath.
Opened up my camera, and started filming.
"I have been through too much and I have made up my mind." I began, I was aware of the tears streaming down my face,
"I've been shot, threatened, Lee killed fifty of my friends and family members, including Ash, I killed Lee, and now I'm at Squids funeral." I gulped,
"I've just told you all my secrets. This is what I have to go through! Because of YouTube!" I yelled, tears flooded my bloodshot eyes,
"I've had enough! I've done far too much damage. I'm sorry."  I covered my eyes and said the dreaded words,
"I quit."  My stomach bounced with stress and anxiety,
"I'm so sorry!" I covered my mouth, my eyes were so red and covered in tears,
"See you next time."
I ended the video.
Crying.
In pain.
Lost.
Alone.

I uploaded it.