42nd Country Road

Do It

I was back at home. Our home. I walked into the living room, which was...normal. Mark walked into the room.

"You okay?" He asked

"Y-ya, I'm fine," I replied. He came over to me.

"This isn't real," he said.

"What?" I was suddenly pulled through the floor down into the cellar. My body hitting the concrete floor below me. I looked up to see myself staring back down at me.

"Don't hold back now," She said

"W-what?"I said trying to catch my breath.

"You are killing Mark," She said grinning

"I don't know what you mean," I said, standing up.

"How do you not know?" She said turning her head slightly. She threw a knife hitting me in the chest I fell backward hitting the cold ground again.

I woke up in a cold sweat. My breath was staggered. I looked around the room panicked. Thing is, I didn't know what I was looking for. My back hit the headboard of the bed causing pain to shoot up and down it. I pulled the covers off and walked out of the room into the kitchen. I got a glass of water and sat at the table. I felt so paranoid. I heard a noise behind my. I jumped and turned around, only to see Mark, who was half asleep.

"Ev, what are you doing up so early?" He asked groggily.

"Uh...bad dream," I replied He came over and sat next to me.

"You need sleep Ev," He said.

"I know, I just can't," I replied putting my head in my hands. Mark stood up and held his hand out. I grabbed it and we walked back to bed. Mark crawled in and pulled me on top of him. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I fell asleep again.

I woke up to a dark room. I was still laying on top of Mark.

"Morning," he said. I looked up at him and smiled.

"Morning," I said sleepily.

"Did you sleep a bit better?" he asked

"Ya," I said. I laid head back on his chest and took a deep breath in. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Mark called. Jack came into the room.

"Hey, uh..." Jack must have seen the position that we were in.

"Don't worry, we weren't doing anything," I said laughing

"Okay, well there's breakfast," He said walking out of the room. I hopped off Mark and slipped on a shirt. We headed out to the dining table. Steven was in the living room watching an old movie on VHS.

"Thanks, Jack for breakfast," I said

"Ya no problem," He replied. I slowly ate the oatmeal that was set in front of me savoring every bite. Once I was done I set my empty bowl in the sink. I felt the darkness again. It always comes at the worst times. My chest started to ache. I lost balance and caught myself on the sink.

"Steven, go to your room," I choked out. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to block the pain. Steven ran down the hallway to his room. I heard a heavy door shut and lock. I opened my eyes, I was gone. I looked around not knowing where I was.

"Handsome," I called.

"Yes, pretty?" He answered

"Where are we?" I asked. He came into the kitchen and grabbed my waist pulling me towards him.

"We are in a bunker away from everyone," He said. I smiled my morbid smile and touched my forehead to his.

"Finally alone," I said. Something hit the back of my head. I went back to normal and fell to the floor in pain.

"What the hell..." I breathed out.

"Not here," Jack said. I held my head. Mark went normal before Jack had smacked him.

"Am I bleeding?" I asked grabbing the counter to pull myself up.

"No, you look like you'll be okay," Mark said.

"Okay..." I said. There was still a deep pain digging into my chest. I slowly started to walk over to the living room couch, holding on the the counters for balance. I stumbled a bit Mark catching me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Ya...it's just... my chest hurts...really bad," I said, trying to breathe. I groaned a bit in pain. I pulled breaths in trying to cease the pain, but it wouldn't stop. I looked into Mark's eyes.

"I need you to do something for me..." I choked out. The pain grew even more in my chest. The darkness trying so hard to get out.

"What?" He said, panic in his eyes.

"I need you to knock me out," I said the my teeth.

"What? No," He said

"Do it," I said

"No," He replied.

"DO IT!" I yelled. I felt something hit my temple. I fell to the ground unconscious. I woke up in our room. The lights above me blared. I rolled over and put the pillow over my head. I felt a pressure of my side of the bed. A hand started to rub my back.