Scream Reality (Jastin BoyxBoy)

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Justin

"What are you doing?" Jason laughed down at me, the both of us standing in a small room, but I couldn't see enough light around us for me to make out the room we were in... maybe it was a closet.

"Nothing?" I tilted my head, "where are we..."

"We? Why do you say it like I love you?" Jason snorted, "There's no we, loser." He pushed me back.

I tumbled, unable to keep balance, falling into the wall - or so I thought.

I was confused as my vision blurred and when it became clear I was sitting on the ground in the middle of the car park. I scrunched my brows together as I stared at the dark lump lying nearby.

"Jaso..." It felt like my voice completely disappeared on me.

"... help." Michael's voice whispered, and it looked like a light illuminated around his body.

The image of blood pooling around Michael and his bleeding fingers reaching out to me.

"No! Oh god!" I panicked.

"Help me, Justin... help. I'm dying." Michael gasped, his voice gurgling as if it was choking on the blood that dripped from his mouth.

"Help him!" I shot up from my laying down position, "Help him! He's dying!" I screamed, before realising quickly that I was in Jason's bedroom.

Shit.

Jason sat up beside me, definitely half asleep but really worried, "What's up, babe?" He asked, his voice deep and groggy.

My heart felt like it was beating a million times a minutes, and I quickly looked to the clock beside Jason's bed.

3.47am. It's technically not his birthday anymore, sorry Chaz.

"Michael." I blurted, "He's hurt really bad.."

"I think you had a bad dream, babe. Just lie back down, yeah?" Jason grumbled, rubbing my back in a soothing matter.

"No it's not a fucking dream." I snapped, "Chaz ran Michael over... I don't know if anyone's gone to check on him. Or found him. God what if he's still lying there?"

Jason rose a brow, "Are you sure you're not just having a bad dream-"

"I'm not imagining it, Jason. I swear to god. Chaz literally has no emotion about it, his heads not screwed on at all." I shook my head, then regretted my words.

I was just freaking out - Chaz probably has his reasons to why he reacted the way he did.

Jason pulled the blanket off of us both, "So Chaz hit him with a car? When? Where?"

"Last night half an hour before your surprise party." I frowned, "At the mall... it was closing there was barely anyone there."

"You're fucking serious?" Jason looked at me shocked, "How badly did Chaz hit him?"

"I don't know, it happened so fast... the car spun around as it reversed... I think the car went over him." I explained.