Hybrid: H2OCat (Complete)

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TRIGGER WARNING: READ AT OWN RISK!

~Thursday Night(29th)~
Jon

I was walked into my parents house with my husband, and was greeted by my brother, who was now older. "Oh Jonny it's been to long!" Jason he smiled, running at me, tackling me in a hug.

"Hey, what I say about the name Jay," I hugged back.

"Whatever. Mom and dad are in the kitchen," and he skipped off. Once he disappeared, I excused myself be went to my old room. Nothing moved and everything said the same. 'Nothing changes in a dream does it?' I thought to myself. I went to my old desk, grabbed the stashed razor, and closed the door. I sat on the edge of my bed, back facing the door, sleeve rolled up. I placed the razor and drew my lines, to match the others. There was pain, but there also was nothing.

"Jon honey? Are you okay?" Came a knock from the door.

"I'm okay Mom! I'll be down in a few!" After that, silent footstep led away from the door. I went back to drawing, when another knock. "Mom, I said I'd be there in a few!" I called, though I knew it wasn't her when she opened the door.

"Hey Jon, what are you doing? You do this every time we come over."

"It doesn't matter Ty. I'm done anyway," I drew one final, deep, cut before sticking it in my pocket and rolling down my sleeve.

"You said you stopped," he told me, kneeling in front of me.

"It doesn't matter, it's not real. I just have to wait it out." I told him.

"How many times have I told you, this is real. Nothing bad has happened. You don't have to wait out anything!" He told me, and I started to believe it.

"Fine, let's go see my parents then. I know they wanna see me." We got up and walked into the living room. No one. We walk into the kitchen, and I see my parents shot and stabbed. Dead. Tears well in my eyes and I drop to my knees, covering my face. When I remove my hands, I see Ty laying in front of me. Eyes closed, blood running out his mouth and the blood weapon that had done it in my hand. In face, the knife and gun were in each hand. I threw them and curled into myself.

"You did it," said my brother, "you know you did!" I look up to meet his glare.

"I didn't," I cry.

"You didn't stop them," I saw my blood parents standing behind him.

"I was 6--"

"No!" They yelled together, "you didn't stop Brian and the others from killing your brother! You said you'd protect him!"

"And now you've gone and killed the one you truly loved!" Jason snapped.

"Loved? Loved?" I growled, "I love him! Not pastence!" I got up and met eye to eye with my brother.

"What are you gonna do?" He smirked, "you're not gonna hurt me."

"Why are you such an ass to me now? In my dreams like this? I gave you everything!"

"Clearly not! You've must've missed something, not really given me everything!" He spat. "And hey genius, it's your dream! You made me this way."

"Now that, isn't true! If it were up to me, I'd have my family back. I'd have my own life."

"But you can't," an unknown, but familiar, voice spoke. "And hell, you can have one outside your head." I turned to face Brian, and froze. "Cause I know you told your boyfriend. You were told to NEVER speak of what happened."

"So what if I told him! I can kick your ass! I do it at school, and I don't even care or try that hard." I go to punch him, but couldn't. My fist hit an invisible like wall that was next to his face. "What could you do anyway? You're not gonna do anything. Your to big of a bitch." Brian stared at me with the same blank expression.

"Again, killing your brother wasn't so hard." He ginned.

"That was my mistake. I let my guard down that once, and that happened. I'm not letting you, or ANYONE, touch my friends." I growled through teeth.

"You say that," he leaned to whisper in my ear, "but how do you know it hasn't happened already? That your pressious Tyler isn't already laying dead next to you, all while you're asleep?" I gasped, my widened and my breathing came to a halt.