Adrastos

Chapter 2

Mason woke from his bed, quickly crossing his room to the bathroom, spewing blood while writhing in pain.

When Mason hit puberty, his nightmares often had that effect. Any damage received in his nightmare would deal damage in reality. Mason believed that's it's all in his head because usually after an hour later, all his injuries would vanish.

Mason sighed, throwing his nightmare journal on his bed after writing down his pain. He then hopped into the shower, hoping it washes away the agony from last night, it won't, but that was wishful thinking again.

Moments later, he got out of his room, dressed in a red shirt with blue Jeans. He grabbed his black cap, glanced at the mirror, raked his long hair before covering it with a cap making sure he was good to go. When satisfied, he left but staggered backward and returned, his eyes focused on the mirror, his fingers tracing his scar that crossed his forehead, wondering if it was because of the operation he had from birth that's causing all the problems in his life.

He strolled out of his room, lost in thought. Like a vampire at the scent of blood, Mason followed the sweet smell of waffles and maple syrup to the kitchen. His stomach growled as he stared at the waffles already waiting by his spot. "Dig in," Steve insisted. He seemed to be in a jolly good mood. Mason wondered why.

"mmm delicious," Mason mumbled, taking another bite before actually sitting down.

"I made it to celebrate..."

"Celebrate what?" Mason curiously asked, pausing for a second. Mason was a fast and untidy eater.

"you slept more than 15 hours. It's already three in the afternoon," Steve explained.

Mason choked. His father passed him a glass of water. "I slept that long? " he exclaimed, hardly believing his dad. Mason slowly chewed while waiting for his father's reply.

"Yeah, It didn't seem like you were having a nightmare. I checked on you every 3 hours. I'm assuming the technique worked."

"Yes, it worked, " Mason lied, faking a smile as he placed his plate gently into the sink. Mason knew that it didn't. He failed yet again, that and the fact that it's getting worse. Mason couldn't tell his dad that or that he got hurt enough to spit out blood.

There was a slow rhythmic knock on the door, the same kind of knock he was used to. It was from Kyle. Excusing himself, Mason walked out of the house as Kyle stood with his fist ready to knock again for a moment. He then dragged Kyle before he could object. Kyle despised walking, they could of at least catch a taxi.

"Hey, hey, Mase," Kyle chirped as Mason dragged him along, " you seem like you're in a peachy mood."

"Have you been sleeping well?" Kyle added.

"yep, about 15 hours," Mason drawled.

"What about your nightmares?" Kyle asked, knowing very well that his best friend was hiding something.

"Still get them," Mason sighed. He slept great but would it kill to just have one day without any freakish nightmare?

"At least you're improving, tell me what happened from the start," Kyle demanded. Mason laughed, only Kyle would see a silver lining in everything bad, and so Mason began telling Kyle his nightmare, not leaving any details out while strolling down Christopher Street. " I know a thing that may help with your nightmares," he smirked.

"If you say that I should use that stupid doctor's technique, I'm going to..."

"No, it isn't that," Kyle interjected, "nor is that stupid."