When I was fourteen my best friend killed himself. It was hard news to get but it was harder to learn that he didn't leave a note. It's like he didn't want people to know what was wrong. He hung himself. His sister found him...then she called me. I didn't say goodbye or I love you. Before I tell you the full story about the nightmare maybe I should tell you about me and his back story and our friendship.
We met in preschool and we just started playing and from that point we were best friends you couldn't get us to stop talking we were always together. Nobody ever noticed him he was different from everyone else from an early age. He wore dark clothing mostly black and wore eyeliner. He had black hair and he was pale white like a ghost. When we got into middle school is when the bullying started for me but he was never bullied sometimes teachers wouldn't even ask if he was in class it's like he was invisible to everyone but me. Right before we started high school he moved. We were an hour apart. It was hard to see each other that way. We would video chat and talk on the phone but it got to the point where his mom had enough and would disconnect his phone so we had to use home phones. Then one night I told him we should stop talking so his mother wouldn't be so mad because it wasn't working out then I hung up...and that's the last time we talked....that's the last thing I said. He killed himself two days later. I didn't get to go to the viewing or the funeral. His mom blamed me for him killing himself. I started to believe it and I still kind of do. I have only been to his grave twice.
Now here comes the creepy part...the nightmare...enjoy.
I wake up in my room and when I roll over my best friend is standing in my room his eyes are gone just two black holes with black blood just pouring out of them and his mouth is wide open and his screaming then he runs at me. I wake up in the woods and I get up and start running because something is chasing me then it grabs me. I'm in a room and there's a TV on and it's talking about him and its asking why there was no letter and why they think he did and they blame me. I am at the grave yard and I am looking at his grave but all I can see is my own face and I have this shocked look on my face and before I can see what I am looking at I wake up. I have had this same exact nightmare since he killed himself and I was fourteen I am nineteen now.
