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Chapter 13: The Weird Dream

Omar's P.O.V

Sleep had finally seized him. He now awoke, in the old house. "Not this again..." He lay there. Maybe if he lay there nothing would happen. He heard a soft knock in his brain. He finally grunted and got up, rubbing his eyes. He did his bathroom routine, and when he was about to open the door, he felt pressure wrap around his throat. He gasped, his throat feeling trapped by invisible hands.
"Omar" A mysterious voice seemed to speak to him. He flailed helplessly, each flail only causing the hand to grip tighter. This was it.
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He let out another loud gasp and shot up in bed, breathing heavily. He could breathe again. "...Oh. Just a dream..." He was shaking terribly, looking around the dark bunk room.
"What time is it...?" He checked his watch. It was 12:00 am. He groaned and lay there. He didn't want to go back to sleep. Suddenly, he got an idea.
"That's it." He got up and climbed down the bunk, moving over to the bottom bunk. "Well, here goes nothing." Y/N was asleep, the covers over her. He climbed into the bed, and could feel her underneath him. He tried his best to not make any heavy movements, and he succeeded. "Much better." He sighed, feeling much safer. He let his breathing slow down and tried to sleep again.
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He was back in the dream, this time he was in the same room where he had been choked. He inhaled, noticing he wasn't being choked anymore. He walked out and headed down the steps. He wasn't really feeling hungry, so he headed to the fridge to grab a drink. When he opened the fridge, he was greeted with water. "Oh good." He grabbed it and opened it. As he tilted the bottle up, the water touched his lips. Something didn't feel right. He put it down and examined it. "Looks like normal water to me...But why am I being so paranoid?" He shook his head, grabbing the bottle again and drinking it. He felt fine, and then it hit. He panicked, the feeling of nausea and burning taking over his body. He searched for a trash can, but there were none in sight. He finally heaved, and instead of vomit, flowers lay on the floor from where he was standing. He threw up again, but even more flowers fell out, and then they all wilted. 'What the heck?!' He thought. He tried to speak, but petals filled his throat.

Such a strange feeling shook him, the burning sensation that still lingered travelled down his throat, and into his lungs. The sensarion turned into liquid, and then alcohol. "Agh..h-help.." He whimpered as he fell to the floor, holding his throat as all he could do was cough up petals and alcohol.
"Omar...You should not have brought her with you..."
What did that mean? The words rung through his ears as he finally gave up fighting, and closed his eyes.
He heard his name being chanted over and over as he let the darkness take him.
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"Omaaaar!" He felt hands pushing his side. "Omar!"
"Huh...?"
He looked up, letting out a huff of sleepiness.
"You snore like a Badger!" That was Y/N's voice, so he knew he wasn't dreaming.
She chunked a pillow into his face, making him sit up.
"What demon drove you to lay with me?!"
'Oh yea. I did get into bed with her.' He remembered, letting out a yawn.
"I just...had a bad dream. I'm sorry."
'Way to ruin your maturity...'
"Ah it's fine. I'm sure you didn't mean to! At least the boys don't know, or they won't let you live it down."
"True enough. Heh...thanks...I'll try not to do it again." He still felt tired from the dream. "Hey. Do you ever have dreams that are of the same setting on the same nights, and they bother you?" Omar suddenly asked
Y/N.
"Sadly no, but if I do, I'll letcha know! Anyways, it's time to get up. You have a concert in two days!!
"You're right, Y/N. Wanna hang out before we get to New Orleans?"
"Heck yea."
"First, we need to talk about dreams."

Author's Note: Hey sorry for not writing yesterday. I felt EXTREMELY miserable!! My period and my fatigue mixed together without my medicine has been bothering me as of late! Anyways, just lettin ya know!