I'm So Sick {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Breathe

Nelson gave me a quick smile and waited until I got inside the house. The door unlocked and I turned my head to smile, telling him I'm good. He nodded and drove away. When I got inside, the house was dark. A little too dark. I turned on the light switch that was next to the door and saw a scene that crushed my heart.

My parents were on the floor, a pool of blood under them. My mom was faced down, her pink shirt ripped on the back, her pants and shirt splattered with blood. Her beautiful face was bruised but not as badly at my dad. She had a cut on her cheek, a busted lip, and a cut on her eyebrow. My dad was on his back, his shirt with blood and his wrist tied to a rope. He had a busted lip, a stab wound on his shoulder, and blood was coming out of his forehead.

I dropped my book bag and turned around to see Jake holding a knife in his hands. He was wearing a suit that looked expensive and he looked normal. But if anyone really knew him, he was crazy. His eyes showed of rage and desired that I started stepping back slowly. "They asked about you and your friends," he said to himself. "But I told them they can't come to the trial. Wanna know why?" His eyes locked onto mine and a sinister grin appeared. "Because they'll be gone before they even know it. They'll be six feet under because that's where they belong!" He screamed and charged at me.

We landed on the ground, him on top and me on the bottom. My back became cold and wet instantly because of the blood on the floor. My parents' blood. Jake grabbed my hair, digging his fingernails into my scalp. I screamed and grabbed his wrist, trying to tug his hand away from my hair. He pointed the knife to my face and his grin turned into a frown.

"Andy and I should be together, you and Sterek could have leave us alone as faggots in a fairyland but you had to fuck up everything! I'm going to jail because of killing your stupid dog! You ruined EVERYTHING!" Jake slammed my head hard on the floor and I groaned. "Being a faggot is a sin. I had to get used to Casper's disease but when he talked about you, I had to get rid of the filth that brainwashed him!"

My heart was pounding when the tip of the knife touched my neck. Everything made sense now. Casper made a plan with Jake. He wanted to have me again. Casper made Jake date Andy, pretend he was a "bad guy" so Casper would come in and save the day and me. But it backfired when Jake actually turned into a bad guy and wanted to kill me. I glared at him. Casper was stupid, but I didn't think he was that stupid. Jake was stupider for joining the plan.

"Being a murder is a sin. Killing innocent people because you decided to. Really, Jake? Who's really going to die tonight?"

I head budded my forehead on his nose and he let loose of my wrist and the knife. The knife flew across the room. I was going to get up when Jake grabbed my throat and slammed me on the floor again. I grabbed his hands and kicked and gasped for air. "Andy will come back to me and we'll be back together again. Casper won't be a faggot, Sterek can go to hell, and you can just die."

I dig my nails into his hands but he wouldn't move them. I coughed violently and turned my head slightly to see my dad not moving. Come on dad. Please move and help me. I kicked and tried prying his hands away from my throat. His fingers squeezed my windpipe and I gasped. Blacks dots appeared and my kicks started to slow down. My hands released his hands and felt my eyes closing and loosing vision. Jake's face started to turn blurry but I saw a grin slowly formed. He enjoyed this. He enjoyed seeing me in pain or dying.

"Sweet dreams Gabe," he said softly.

That was the first time he said something gentle. Behind Jake was Shay who stared sadly at me. Why couldn't he help me? Did he wanted to me to die? My parents could still be alive. They didn't want both of their sons dead. My eyes rolled back in my head and I laid limped, feeling the hands go away.

~~~

Shay and I sat outside of our house on the small stairs. I stared down in the floor and sighed. I was dead. Mom and dad is going to be devastated when they find out that their sons are dead. I wasn't sure where we was but I knew it wasn't heaven. It felt like I was on Earth but nobody was here but us. Shay starched Griffin's head as Griffin stared goodly at me. I hugged Griffin and he put his head on my chest. He whimpered and licked my cheek. I hiccuped and wiped my eyes, staring at the floor.

"I didn't want this for you, Gabe," Shay said quietly. I nodded and kisses Griffin's head.

"I know. You wanted me to get a life," I said hoarsely.

Shay chuckled and licked his lip, shaking his head. "Dying is supposed to be peaceful for you. I made sure but Jake..."

"But Jake murder me and could possibly get Andy back," I finished.

Shay shook his head. "Andy is too smart for that. She trusts you and Sterek than her ex boyfriend."

I sighed. "Shay, what's your point? I'm dead. Let it go."

Shay didn't answer me. How would my parents feel when they wake up? They weren't dead because they weren't here with us or in. Heaven. How would Andy, Sterek, and Keith take my death? Would they live their life's and forget about me? I frowned and starched Griffins head. Didn't I want this? I wanted to be with my brother since he died. But now I felt like it wasn't my time. I could go back and make things right. I looked behind my shoulder and saw the front door of my house opened and a white light glowing. Was Zayden talking about this light? I doubt he cut himself to be in my position but I knew what he was talking about.

"You should go. You don't want them waiting," Shay said and smiled. He grabbed my wrist and pushed me inside the door. I looked around in the white room and saw nothing. Voices drifted around me. A beep sound was coming louder and louder, someone was telling me to wake up, and I felt hands on my cheeks. Was I dreaming? Where are the voices coming from? What's that beeping sound?

"Breathe..."

I felt myself falling slowly, my eyes closing itself. I felt two hands on my throat, trying to close my windpipe and my throat becoming dry. My head and back landed on the ground and I stared at the bright, glowing ceiling.

"Breathe..."

And I did.