Trapped in the dream

Beginning

The sun was shining lazily through the curtained windows in the room. The rays lit a calm face. Unaware, still asleep, Saint did not know that it was no longer his room, not his life. At least, in part it could be said, that it was his life, but created. The boy did not know that, strangely enough, his mind was closed in a person that some time ago he created step by step himself in front of the camera. His body shifted uneasily and turned to escape the rays of the sun. The eyelids lazily raised up. Saint's mind slowly began to record with his eyes his surroundings. This is not his room. A familiar interior, not seen for a long time.
"We've already finished recording the series" came to mind.
Saint slowly rose to a sitting position, looking around him. Yes, it wasn't his room. But how did he get to Tutor's room, his character? Something wasn't right here. Saint slowly turned to reach for the phone on the cabinet. Wanting to find the phone P'Chen number ,he suddenly froze. There is no. Once more, his finger moved quietly across the screen. Hwa ... Day ... Zon ... And suddenly his gaze stopped at a familiar name. Fighter. Saint swallowed hard, something was clearly wrong. Not thinking too much, he dialed the number and put the phone to his ear, and his body slid out from under the covers. The signal pierced him like arrows, waiting for the other party to respond. When the last spark of hope slowly began to leave him, the signal stopped and a familiar but sleepy voice spoke into hor ear.
-Tor? Did something happen that you call me at ... 5 am?
Saint held his breath and his eyes widened. He was still dreaming.
- I ...- he began uncertainly, not sure what to say to the person on the other side of the phone. On the other side, he heard a quiet struggle, as if the person quickly got out of bed.
-Tor? - voice was worried, almost on the verge of terror. - Are you OK? Something hurts you? You feel bad ?!
Saint sighed slowly, trying to gather his thoughts.
-No, P'Fight ...- he finally answered, trying to calm his tone. -Sorry. I just had a bad dream. I'm sorry I woke you up. You can go back to ...
-Are you sure everything is ok?- Fighter did not give up, trying to make sure that the boy is definitely all right. Saint slowly swallowed feeling his throat suddenly dry. He had to first check what exactly happened, he couldn't let it, no matter who , saw him , let's say, in amnesia.
-Yes, P'Fight.- His voice sounded confident enough to surprise him. How could he sound so confident when his body began to tremble in a panic. -Really, it was just a bad dream. I apologize for this phone call.
The silence on the other side worried him a little, but when he finally heard the elder's tired sigh, he knew the win was in his pocket.
-If so ... then see each other at the university?- Fighter asked in a calm tone of voice, and Saint swore he heard the rustle of material when he went to bed again. -No, I'll come for you. Be ready in time ...
Before Saint could answer anything, he heard the mans steady breath. He slowly moved the phone away from his ear and pressed the red receiver.
- Ok.. what's going on here?

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is fingers moved nervously over the collar of his shirt. Saint slowly looked up, he was at first still focused on his shoes , and began to look out for a familiar car. A moment later, the black car stopped in front of him. Fighter focused his gaze on him and gave him a smile. Saint opened the passenger door and slowly slipped inside.
-Hey- he said shortly before turning around to take seat belt .
-Just that..?-he heard the dissatisfied voice of the elder and quickly turned around, to almost hit his back on the door in a moment, when he realized how close they were. Fighter or not Fighter, Saint saw in him only one person, his soulmate ...
-P'Zee ...- before he could chase the thoughts out of his head, before he could think about what he was saying, the name itself escaped from between his lips. There was silence in the car. Saint held his breath and watched the person eyebrows slowly converge. And then there was a blow ...
-Who is P'Zee, Tor?
Saint didn't know what to say. He was someone else now, he couldn't drag past life out. He had to think of something quickly, he saw Fighter's mind slowly trying to find out the meaning of the name.
-It's ...- he began uncertainly. -It's a girl. Yeah, a girl who I dreamed about. Suddenly I remembered. She was terrifying. You know like this girl from the Ring.
Slowly, very slowly, Fighters face relaxed. He nodded silently, his hand resting on the boys cheek. Saint breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a smile on his face.
-Maybe I should move in with you, though? Exams are approaching and your mind begins to exhaust you. - Fight replied in a worried voice, tenderly stroking his thumb on the cheek. Saint smiled, closing his eyes lazily. He liked the touch, even if now it was someone he knew only from the script pages.
-I still think it's too early, P'Fight. You know my opinion.
These words did not belong to him. It terrified him, but he didn't want to worry the elder anymore. Fighter nodded and took his hand to turn the engine on and make them slowly move forward. Saint eyes focused on the view outside the window. He felt that Tutor was somewhere inside, but why were they sharing this body together? Why was he here? How could he come back to reality? He didn't even flinch when he felt Fighter put his hand on his resting on thigh and squeezed it gently.
"How should I escape from here? Tutor, if you're there, tell me. "
Only silence in his mind answered him. Saint knew his name was Tutor now. After retaining the elder, he concluded that they were definitely together. He also knew that no one would help him because he was completely alone. He looked slowly at Fighter. The man smiled gently. Saint looking at him,he saw Zee and that stung him the most. It wasn't his Zee. It wasn't his life anymore. He turned again to look out the window. And suddenly, as if something, or rather someone in his mind waited a long moment to think about it,decided to answer him.
"Hello, Saint."
Fighter felt the younger grip his fingers tighter and focused his eyes on him for a moment. He could not see the face of his boyfriend, now painted with terror. Saint didn't expect it. It wasn't the voice he was waiting for. It wasn't a Tutor. It was a woman.
What the hell is going on here ?!

TBC...