//Daisy's POV. Location and time unknown.
I stood up and looked around confusedly. I seem to have regained my senses. "What." This seemed really realistic. But... something... someone was throwing me off. I wasn't alone here.
Hazel? I waved to her, trying to get her attention. "Hazel! It's me, Dad Number One!" She was just standing there. Almost lifeless. Someone was now standing besides her. Penny? I think that's Penny.
The ground was white. There was complete nothingness. Except for me and the girls. Hazel had a terrified expression. Penny was smiling maniacally. Someone else then came into view. Marshall? What? Why is he in this dream?
Behind him stood a half-caste of a human. Marshall mimiced the half-caste human - like a puppet.
He stood gazing at Hazel and Penny. Penny approached him and was struck down almost immediately. Hazel was then struck down but left unattended. Penny on the other hand had Marshall straddling her.
He had his hands wrapped around her neck - throttling her. The half-caste human behind him was Luke and Marshall mimiced every single move Luke acted out.
Hazel had her hands around her throat. She was struggling to breathe. She was gasping for air.
I tried to move forwards but I couldn't there was an invisible forcefield separating us. I waved my arms in the air. Hazel was looking right at me but didn't acknowledge me. Like I was invisible.
Underneath Marshall now lay a lifeless Penny. Her skin colour completely desaturated. Her pinky skin was now a very pale white colour. Her eyes where open and pure black. Hazel's eyes on the other hand were pure white.
Marshall was mumbling something almost indecipherable. I made it out a little. "I am alive, immortalised. He is my creator, he is a traitor." Marshall edged closer to Hazel. Hazel was looking at him. From my perspective she was looking through us all.
"Hazel-Grace I'm sorry." Marshall spoke quickly - he sounded defeated. "Marshall you are useless! Useless!" Luke shrieked. Hazel edged away from him- well them. She was dragging herself by her hands. She seemed paralysed. How can a dream have so much power?
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"You had it too, right?" Hazel questioned, rubbing the red mark around her neck with her hand. Bristol simply nodded. He was too distracted to verbally reply. Parenting wasn't easy. He and Arin knew and wondered how others seemingly managed to cope.
As Christmas was just around the corner, Bristol was panicking and he didn't care share his stress with Arin. As Arin had a full time job and it became a rarity to see him.
Hazel and an unknown girl were huddled up in the corner of the living room, Arin was at work, Marshall was no where to be seen and Bristol was sat on the couch with his laptop on his lap. Most likely writing BTS fan fictions.
The unknown girl was just the same height as Hazel. She had long light brown her, brown coloured eyes. Her lips were a peachy colour and her smile brought joy to the depressed Bristol slouching on the couch.
Hazel referred to the girl as 'Jimin Jams'. At least, that's what Bristol got from their loud whispers. Bristol gazed over at the two curiously, peering over his laptop. All he heard was singing. "So, Hazel. What's your friends name?" Bristol asked. "KIMBERLEY SINGING MARM~" She answered. "HAZELOSITY~" The unknown girl, now known as Kimberley, shrieked.
Bristol simply nodded. That seemed like a conversation he didn't want to be in the middle of. So, he continued tapping away at the keys of his laptop. Half an hour dragged on and Bristol gazed at the two. The two sleeping girls in the corner. Assuming Kimberley got about the same amount of sleep as Hazel. None.
He was suddenly up to his feet and wandering over to the closet down the hall. In search of a blanket for the two. Being an 18-year-old parent was paying off. He was learning but not fast enough. He set the blanket over the two and turned on his heel. Just in time to witness Marshall walking through the door.
Bristol wanted to avoid waking the girls, so, without a word he dragged Marshall outside and into the garden. Marshall looked guilty and Bristol wanted to know why. Really, it reminded her of the two girls that simply used Hazel for pleasure whilst they cheatec on her. Although, Hazel was smart enough not to give them the satisfaction and pleasure they wanted. Bristol crossed his arms.
"Where have you been?"
