John's POV
I ran for my life, my breath hitching. I was scared. That much I'd known. Of what now, I wasn't exactly sure. I needed to get home. To Dave, Rose, and maybe even Jade. I needed help. I was scared. My heart was slamming itself against my chest almost as fast as my legs were switching forward, back, forward, back. Keep it together, John my brain told the rest of my body It's okay, you'll get through this. I turned my head towards the offense from which I was running. I saw death. I saw Dad. He was crying, lashing his arms out at my own. I couldn't move, not even to reach for them. I couldn't do anything. I felt my face fill up with wet, salty tears "DAD!" I enclosed my fists around themselves and came to my senses. I unfurled my mitts and ran towards him, holding my arms own to connect with his so I could pull him closer, so I may hug him one last time, before this stupid game was over. Before...everyone dies my mind said for me. Before everyone dies all because of you.
I howled, lashing my hands at the figure of Dad who was becoming less and less visible. I love you, John he seemed to mouth I miss you already. He fizzled into the neon green lights around me. It was colorful, actually. Neon green with a long stripe of colors. Almost like a pool table, green with 12 pool balls. The neon opened a jagged, jawlike hitch that forged a great black wormhole. The light around me was getting blacker, blacker, and blacker still. Everything was turning black. Then I saw Dad. I saw him alone, crying. He was crying my name. I walked towards him, smiling. "It's okay Dad. I'm here" His head snapped around, gave me one look, and pulled me into an embrace.
that's when I bolted upright in my bed.
Rubbing my eyes after a moment, I put my glasses on, clambering out of bed. I have been having these daily nightmares for over a week now, and I couldn't help but think that they were because something good was going to happen to me, but of course, that never happens, so why do I even bother. I continue my way downstairs, passing by my beeping laptop. They can wait, whoever it is I thought. making my way downstairs. I needed some time to gather my thoughts. To be alone. They could wait, couldn't they?
