Another nightmare occurs. This one was worse. I was the other driver. I was the one that hit you. I was the one that killed you.
I sit up quickly on the couch, breathing heavily. Sweat coated my back and forehead. My heart was beating too quickly. My hand clutched my shirt, it's not like it was going to stop the pain.
Once I've calmed down, I decided not to try and go back to sleep. I can't stand anymore nightmares.
I just sit there in my dark living room. The house was quiet. Too quiet. A different kind of quiet. A quiet that sucked the oxygen out of your lungs and left a chill in the air.
Grief hung like a blanket in the room. It was almost suffocating. I quickly get up and put my shoes on. I needed to get out. I needed a walk.
I stop when I hear something in the kitchen. A giggle. It was small and soft and I almost didn't hear it.
I slowly begin walking towards the kitchen, holding my keys as a weapon.
I peak around the corner and into the kitchen. There was someone standing in front of the fridge, back turned to me. They looked familiar.
"H-hello," I say as I slowly walk into the kitchen.
"Oh, Markie! I was just looking at some of the pictures you have on the fridge. You asked me out that day, at the park, do you remember," a bright, cheery voice explains.
I drop my hand to my side as my jaw opens, my eyes widen, and the pain in my chest increases.
The figure turns around and I am greeted with the smiley face of Lee Donghyuck. His orange hair laying neatly on his head, his face the exact same it was when I last saw him.
"W-who are you," I stutter. Shit, don't stutter, I mentally curse.
"I'm Lee Donghyuck, your boyfriend. Are you okay Markie? You look pale," his voice shifts to concern as his eyebrows draw together in confusion.
"N-no, that's n-not possible. You died. Two weeks ago. Your funeral was today," I say, pointing my finger at him.
His eyes drop from my face to the floor as he anxiously rubbed his hands together.
"Mark..."
"Who the fuck are you," I ask, anger coating my words. He jumps at my tone.
"I am...Lee Donghyuck, your dead boyfriend. I'm a ghost Mark," he says, slowly looking up but not meeting my eyes.
I chuckle. He looks up at me surprised and a little hurt.
"Alright, this is a funny joke. Where is Jeno and Renjun. I know they put you up to this. Really funny guys," I say, looking around. Neither Renjun nor Jeno came out. If anything, the room was quieter than before.
"It's not a joke Mark...I wouldn't do that to you."
"Ghosts aren't real," I cross my arms. He walks over to me and sticks out his hand.
"Try to grab my hand," he says nodding towards his outstretched fingers.
Hesitantly I reach for his fingers but I only feel cold air and my own dry hands.
I look up at him in shock but all that I get in return is a sad gaze.
I shake my head slowly at first but then it gets more vigorous.
"No, this isn't real. I'm still dreaming. Or it's the alcohol I drank earlier. You aren't real. You aren't here. It's my imagination," I sputter out quickly taking a few steps back.
"Markie..."
The room feels tight and constrictive. I can't breathe. There's no air. There's no room to breathe. I need to get out of here.
"No, don't talk to me. I need to get out of here. I'm going insane. I need to leave," I grab my keys and quickly walk towards the door.
I yank it open, step out, then slam it shut. I race down the stairs, ignoring the elevator. I push the main door open and fresh air rushes to my lung.
I breathe in deep. The air was cool and refreshing. I begin walking down the street to clear my head, taking in all the oxygen I could.
