Demons || Jaythan

Terrible Things

Now, son, I'm only telling you this

Because life can do terrible things

You'll learn, one day, I'll hope and I'll pray,

That God shows you differently.

- Terrible things; Mayday Parade.

Chapter Two:

When I woke I immediately shot out my hand, furiously patting the bed in search for Jay but all I felt was coldness; not the warm, soft skin I was so used to feeling. This alarmed me, Jay was usually always there when I woke but today he wasn't. All type of thoughts seemed to posses my mind: Had he got so sick of me that he left me, for good? Were my dreams real and Jay was actually snatched from me? My breath and heartbeat quickened, I felt like I was dying and that the walls were closing in on me. I was having something much worse than my nightmares - A panic attack. I sat up in bed, my knees against my chest and my head in between them with my eyes closed as I tried to regain my breathing to its normal pace: in and out, in and out. It didn't seem to be working, which made me more panicked allowing the thoughts to become more vicious - attacking me with horrid thoughts that didn't help with my panic and made me want to vomit. I envisioned Jay in the dark room, screaming and writhing in pain as the demon tortured him, laughing his demonic laugh that I heard inside my mind every single day - I didn't just hear it in my dreams no more.

I heard the door open and a gasp, I would have looked up but I was terrified it was my imagination and the demon was actually standing there. I then felt an arm rubbing my back soothingly as the person told me to try and keep calm and try to even out my breath. Pretty soon I had my breathing under control and I was able to look up to see who had helped me through my panic attack: It was Jay. I smiled gratefully at him and fell into his open arms, squeezing him just as tight as we hugged and no words were spoken between us - not that their needed to be.

"Are you alright now?" Jay questioned, cocking his head the side slightly. I nodded, smiling a little - even though I had gotten my breathing under control I was still breathless.

"Yeah I am. Thanks."

We were no longer hugging but Jay still kept his arms wrapped around me, keeping me as close to him as possible. "What happened? I was only gone for about 15 minutes, it wasn't another nightmare was it? Because I swear to God I knew I shouldn't have left you on your own, it's just you looked so peaceful and... Fuck, I'm so sorry!" Jay rambled.

I pecked him on the lips to shut him up. "No it wasn't another nightmare. I - It's just stupid really.."

"No tell me!" Jay pleaded.

"Well... You were gone when I woke up and I-I got worried something happened to you and I had a panic attack." I looked down, a faint blush on my cheeks.

Jay laughed quietly but then a frown appeared on his face. "I'm fine Nath, don't worry about me. Now come downstairs, I made breakfast!"

"Breakfast?" I wrinkled my nose. "But you can't cook?"

He looked at me in offence. "Of course I can!" He defended. "I can make toast!"

I laughed at him. "You're an Idiot Jay, I don't know why I love you."

* * *

I stood in the kitchen alone, in fact I was actually home alone, as I started washing up the dishes. Jay had gone to get me some more medication that they use to put me to sleep, I had no idea where the others were. Images flashed in my mind as Tom, Max and Siva pinned me down whilst Jay forced the tablet down my throat. They should know by now how much it terrifies me to go to sleep - Jay is the only one that understands at least that part - but the problem is that it's no longer haunting me in my dreams, it happens whilst I am awake and I have no idea what reality is anymore. My mind is a complete mess, the line between reality and fantasy have merged and it really confuses the hell out of me.

"Hello again young one." The voice that I have been terrified of for the past year and a half speaks from right behind me. I let out a scream and drop the dish into the sink, smashing it in the process. The monster behind me lets out a demonic roar of laughter and in that moment all I can think is: at least he's enjoying himself.

"What do you want?" I tried to sound brave - just like I always did with him - but miserably failed as my voice cracked in the middle of my sentence.

Once again the demonic laughter rang through my ears. "Oh Nathan, since you didn't finish off all my riddles last night I have a task for you."

"No I won't do it!" I had finally found the courage to turn round and face him.

"Oh but you will." He smirked.

Thankfully at that moment in walked in Tom with the other boys in tow and the demon, much to my pleasure, disappeared.

"You alright Nathan, you look like you've seen a ghost." Tom chuckled, grabbing a glass from the top kitchen cupboard.

If only he knew.