Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Multiple Band Fanfic)

You better run.

A/N: Sorry, the other chapter was a bit of a filler. I think this one will be too. Feedback accepted, as usual. Every chapter will be in Rhy's POV usless it says so. ENJOY! Rhy :) xx

Chapter 16:

I fell asleep again, into a sea of dreams. Or worse. 

I was in a room, every wall a mirror. I looked into every mirror, one at a time. In every mirror, there was a person I loved in my reflection instead of me, crying, holding the same sign "Save Me." in red writing with a hand print next to it. The ink was dripping. It was blood. Whether they were alive or dead, they were in the mirror. I saw Ed. He was my reflection. I leaned against the mirror with my hands against the glass. He came towards me and wrote. It was backwards. I looked behind me so I could see it's reflection while trying to ignore Drew from We The Kings holding the same message at me. Ed had wrote "Do You Chose Me To Save?" with a hand print. I looked back at him and spoke.

"Can I choose more than one?"

He drew an arrow pointing up. I looked. Everyone was there. My dead family were all standing there, each crying and holding a piece of paper with a letter as did some of my adopted family. Even my dead pets were there. Not all were holding bloody paper. Every letter spelled, 

"You may only choose one. No exceptions. Choose wisely."

Even all the bands that are not on the run like us but were going to preform like Green Day were there. I looked at Mike. His eyes were dead, as if all the liquid had been cried out of him. I looked at Tré. His face wasn't oozing vibrancy like usual. He was dead. 

I then looked at Billie Joe. I can't explain what he looked like. He looked like an extra out of Tim Burton's Corpse Bride. Dead. Emotionless. Almost plastic. I looked back at Ed. The writing had changed. I looked at the other reflection to see what had been written.

"Who do you choose?"

"What If I chose you all?" I asked back in reply.

"Bad things. Choose."

"What if I want to join you?"

His reply stayed the same. "Bad Things. Choose."

"I choose you all."

Something shifted in his eyes which turned them completely black. He screamed but the mirrors blocked it. They all screamed soundless screams. It was complete silence. It was torture. It was petrifying. It was the most scary of all sounds, the pure sound of livid silence. I stood in the middle of the room, equal distance from them all. They all stopped. Their mouths closed shut with wide, black eyes. They're eyes started to widen. They didn't stop. They streched over everything on their head until it was just a shiny black orb ontop of a neck. Then the black started to disintegrate but it continued on... The orb was long gone but the actual body started to disintegrate too. It all went until there was a pile of dust on the floor. Something hissed inside my head. 

"You didn't choose so we did for you."

My brother, Justin, came skipping from the mirror he was in. He was 8 at the time of the fire. He just smiled an hugged me. I hugged him back. He didn't look like everyone else. His face had colour, his eyes shone with excitement like only a 6 year olds can. 

"Hello!" He waved happily as I let go of him. 

"How have you been?" I ruffled his dark brown hair and pinched his nose like I used to. He giggled and pinched mine back.