~Mitch's P.O.V~
"Run faster!" I yelled. I looked behind me. Jerome struggled to catch up but continued running on."I'M TRYING MITCH!" He screamed in response. His almost broken leg was slowing him down. Wait broken leg? When the hell did he break his leg...
"GOD DAMMIT RUN FASTER! I AM NOT LOSING YOU!" Tears streamed down my face. I wanted to turn around, to help him as he struggled to run, but I couldn't. I physically couldn't stop running.
"WELL MAYBE IF YOU HELPED ME I COU-" And just like that, within an instant, Jerome tripped. And everything went black. I was finally able to stop running, my tired legs collapsed and I laid there on the ground for awhile until I was forced to stand. I cringed as pain spread through my legs but when I opened my eyes I stood face to face with Jerome. But a different kind of Jerome. His face was cut and bruised and his clothes were ripped. His shins down didn't exist, they just faded away into thin air. In fact, his whole body was translucent and cloudy; his hair messy and matted.
"Why didn't you save me?" His voice was a gravelly whisper. He looked so lifeless. I staggered backwards, wanting to cry but no tears came.
"Don't you care?" His body moved towards me but I moved back quicker and quicker. I hadn't saved him, he was dead...I killed my best friend...
"Don't you love me?" He then disappeared all together, his already fading body was fully gone. I screamed with agony.
{WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MITCH!? YOU'RE WORTHLESS!} The voices yelled at me. I curled into a ball and sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed.
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I bolted straight up, panting and sweating like a mad man. The dream...it wouldn't stop reoccurring. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and rested my elbows on my knees, head in hands. This damn dream stressed me out more than YouTube itself. I don't know how much more of this I could withstand. I pushed on the bed, standing up and walking out of my room. I really needed to hear the sound of Jerome's voice and feel his comforting touch. I knocked softly on his bedroom door with no response.
{It is 2 am stupid...just go in.} I sighed and slowly turned the knob. I peered around the corner and whispered softly,
"Jerome? Are you awake?" Again, no response. I stepped through the door and entered the room. I walked over to bed and felt around in the darkness. Nothing. There was no one there. I pulled away in alarm and stumbled backward slightly.
{Why isn't he there?} I felt like crying but had no reason to. I just wanted to talk to him...why wasnt he here!? I smacked the wall out of anger (more like a mix of anger, sadness, love, and longing) and balled my hand into a fist. I leaned against the wall, finally letting the tears flow. Why did things have to be this way!? Why can't I tell Jerome that I love him!? I fell onto his bed and curled into a ball, clenching my fists harder and harder until my nails cut my skin, as if to make the pain disappear.
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Faint buzzes filled my head as something stabbed my side. I swatted away at the object and groaned, turning over towards the source of the jabs but only to be blinded by the windows light. My eyes slowly fluttered open. A tall yet blurry figure stood in front of me...was that...Jerome!? My eyes immediately shot open and I quickly sat up, legs crossed.
"Jerome!" I said half yawning and attempting to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I looked up at him as eagerly as my tired face could attempt. His face was in a scowl and his arms folded. When I noticed his upset expression I slumped slightly and frowned.
"Did I do something wrong?" I said weakly. He sighed.
"I don't know...maybe its the fact you're sleeping in my bed!?" He said with a huff. I cowered backwards and got out of his bed.
"I'm...I'm sorry," I sighed, wanting to cry again but not letting myself do so in front of Jerome. I shuffled towards the door, stopping in the frame and resting on it for a minute.
"I'm so sorry...for everything," And I walked out and back to my room.
|| A/N: SOOOOOOO I wrote some more! :D Was it good? Should I keep going? I like it so far, and I hope it continues to go well. It was 748 words, btw. Have a good day my lovlies! <3 ||
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