Killermare (I can't think of a title-)

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Killers POV

I wake up...again I think. Surprising I'm not dead yet.

I slightly open my eyes. It's bright, or atleast threw the blurred image of a window I see. Usually in the mornings in not this bright...wait. I uncurl out of my ball position. Questioning what I'm wearing. Clearly I'm not in my room. The bed is way to comfortable. My blinds are always closed. I hear a shower running. I slowly sit up. It hurts like hell to do but I manage. I look around. First thing I see is the glass door. The blurred out glass door that would lead to nightmares room. I'm in nightmares room?

I look around but I must had turned or moved the wrong way, because suddenly there was a shock of pain. I was about to scream before I released nightmare would here me. I tear up. That's how bad it hurts. I moved back and the pain suddenly stopped. I had been holding my breath, I didn't even realize because I started panting as if I ran miles. I start coughing bride I realize I was coughing up blood. I blink as I rub my hand against my mouth. Moving it back into sight I see blood on it. "Great.." I mumble. I look over and see blood on the sheets. Dammit. I hear the bathroom door open and nightmare walks out. Luckily he was dressed. He looked at me.

"hey killer, feeling any better?" he asked, before I could even answer he continued; "oh and don't worry about work today. You don't be working while your like this." he adds. "want anything?" he asks. "..to work.." I say. As much pain Im in right now I doesn't mean I can't work..he was kinda surprised by the answer. He didn't know i actually liked working. "besides that idiot." he replies slightly chuckling. Then he suddenly stops. "wait..d-did you just...laugh?" I say laughing while my voice still cracking on some words. I don't know why I got stabbed in the chest not the vocal chords. Then again I'm stupid so who knows. Nightmare only laughs when he's fighting someone. I never saw him genuinely laugh before. "anyways, il bring you back breakfast. If you can even eat right now." he says grabbing his hoodie and putting it on. He walks out. "ok yeah goodbye to you too." I mumble.

What am I a prisoner here now? Like seriously. I mean not like I'd want to move around, but still. I look around a see the remote to the giant flat screen TV mounted on the wall. Of course Nightmare put in all the way on the other side of the room. I question if I should go try and get it. But who knows how much it would hurt to even walk. One of the stab wounds were in went threw into my lower back and other threw my joint where my thigh would've been if I had them. So like that would unbelievably hurt. I lay back down, which also hurt. How surprising. I mean let's be honest here. It hurt no matter what. It's like a throbbing pain in my chest. And worse where the wounds were. But everytime I moved it would sting, making it feel like I was being stabbed again.

Around an hour later Nightmare walks back in the room. "sorry I took so long, dust was complaining about not having enough money to pay for Netflix." he said slightly chuckling. "have you just been sitting here? Like I know you can't move but I have games on my xbox a-" he realizes and looks at the remote which is way over on the other side of the room. He looks back at me as I intensely glare at him. "ah. I see the problem." he walks over and puts my food on the bed side table. He walks over and grabs the remote. Turns the TV on and chunks the remote on the other side of the bed. Well just enough for me to reach it and put it on my side table thing. He sits down on the opposite side if the bed and turns on the Xbox with the controller. He tosses me a controller as he scrolls threw games. "okay yeah I totally get a choice if I want to play or not" I think to myself as I inch up more near the head board of the bed and lean against it so it hurts abit less to sit up. He puts on "Call Of Duty: Modern WarFare" which came out sometime last year. Il be honest I've never played the game and I'm probably better then he is. Even he was impressed. Which was a really rare thing. Didn't make him happy about it. He likes to be more powerful than people in everything. Including call of duty I suppose. He is good, don't get me wrong. But I was at the same level as him in about 30 minutes. Then passed him. Which made him rage quit and turn off the game, which made me laugh, then cough, it hurts to laugh. Surprising.

He started scrolling to find a new game to play. Then we played "Ark: Survival Evolved" which was a survival game. Which I was terrible at. Nightmare kept having to save me from any animals. And in some cases trees. I screamed at him when he killed a rabbit. Well, a really cracky scream. "Y-YOU CAN'T KILL THEM-" I crackly screamed. He started laughing, "y-you sound like a teenager on puberty killer" he wheezed out. "well. I'm 18. So really I still could be you rabbit fucking murderer." I say as he blinks, I guess he completely forgot. "shut your god damn mouth killer" he replies. I glare at him. Before I started laughing. It really hurt my voice since it cracked so much but I didn't care. "oh nightmare, use your own advice. Never lose focus" he blinks as he looks at his screen. He was killed by a horse running over him. He started screaming some shit I couldn't understand. Man, This was going to be a long day...

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