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Chapter 16: Trippin' On Clouds

Y/N's P.O.V

You were still sick, but you had made it to the plane. Esai had carried you there, because your body felt week. Now you were trying to find your seat. You didn't care where you sat, all you knew is that you had to sit down. You found an empty spot, and hoped Omar sat next to you. Your hopes were crushed when David slid next to you. "Don't even think about it." You spoke in a low voice. All David did was roll his eyes. As you sat there, Omar was walking down the plane rows. He saw you and his face lit up, but then happiness died as he saw who sat next to you. He decided he would sit in front of your seat with Liano. You smiled and leaned over to look at Omar. "Heyyyy!" You whispered in his ear. You assumed this was gonna be a fun ride since you could be with Omar.
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You had your eyes closed, trying to sleep away the sickness on the plane. David had already fallen asleep. You felt a finger tap your shoulder from the front, making you dart awake.
"Hey," Omar whispered, giggling.
"You can ask me who Joe is."
You knew where this was going, but you enjoyed seeing him smile and trying not to burst with laughter. You rolled your eyes and murmured,
"Who's Joe?"
Omar's face was red in laughter.
"JOE MAMA!" He said it loud enough to where the three rows could hear, and you two lost it. You were trying not to laugh too loud.
After a little while you two calmed down, and you looked out of the window. "Hey, the sky is a really pretty blue today, dontcha think?"
Omar looked out of his window as well and smiled, "Yea dude! The clouds look like cotton candy! I can't wait to get to Spain!"
The crew was travelling to Spain to perform. You had never travelled outside of America, so you were pretty excited. Nervous, but excited. You wondered what Spain would look like, and what you and Omar would do there. While,you looked at the clouds, you decided to chat with Omar.
"Hey Omie, what are you gonna be for Halloween when you perform?"
"Me? Uh...I haven't thought of it yet, but we will definitely cross that bridge when we get there!"
He smiled.
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It was already evening, the clouds outside of the window were now a pinkish purple that mingled with the orange tint that spread across the sky. This made you look out of the window dreamily. David was still asleep, and you were quietly thankful He was. You heard snoring in the seat in front of you, and you knew it was Omar. "At least he's finally getting rest." You told yourself. Those dreams he had really worried you, and you had been thinking about the whole prophecy. You still had no idea why things were happening. The pink in the clouds hypnotized you with their beautiful colors, and your head began to tilt. Sleep came and seized you out of reality.
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You woke up in a hotel, a pretty old-fashioned one. This confused you greatly. You got up and took in your bearings. This was obviously not the plane. You felt the worn out wall, it's wallpaper falling and crumbling on your hands. A vase of flowers sat on the vanity in front of you, and you took one and held it. Before you could smell it, it withered in your hand and died. You frowned, and put it down on the vanity softly. You went onto the balcony, cold air hit your face. A pool shimmered below, but something about it didn't seem right. You shook your head and walked back into the room, and then walked into the hallway of the hotel. The lights blinked and flickered, and up ahead, a figure stood. "Wait..." You suddenly spoke out. It didn't seem to hear you. You walked closer, and that figure seemed to look oddly familiar. It then hit you.
"...O-Omar...?" It didn't respond, and this scared you. Was he dead? He seemed okay on the plane. You approached it, and tapped the figure's shoulder.
"Oma-"
Before you could speak, the figure fell into your arms. It was Omar, but something was off. His eyes were glazed over, his glasses broken and his clothes tattered and torn. Odd, colorful liquid ran out of his mouth.
You took your finger and swiped up the liquid. More of it seemed to pour out of his mouth. You noticed it began seeping through his eyes and nostrils. You couldn't move. This was too real. You hoped this wasn't real. The world seemed to turn to literal white,noise around you, and all you could hear was the blood roaring in your ears. Omar's shirt looked wet. You pulled it up and a big colorful, yet oh so trippy gash was in place of his chest, the colorful liquid oozing from it. This made you panic, but it was far from over. Omar suddenly jerked, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. A figure began climbing out of his mouth, and you screamed. "This can't be real!!" You wailed. The figure climbed out, and stared at you. It had no eyes, but you felt despair and an unbearable yet tense feeling in the air. This creature was tie-dye-esque, and it moved towards you. You left Omar's now sunken vessel where it lay, and you began to book it for your bedroom. It was the only thing unlocked. All you could feel was white noise, like that of a Television. It seemed to clip through the door, and run towards you. You ran out into the balcony. You were trapped. You only had one choice. You hesitated, but you didn't have time. You jumped off the balcony, heading towards the pool.
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You woke up and gasped. You were still on the plane. It was evening. You heard whispering, and it was the familiar voice of Omar. 'Good, he isn't dead.' Your breathing was slowing down, but it was quiet enough for anybody to not notice. You sighed and looked out of the plane, the scenery below was now rustic city. David saw you were awake and smiled only a little, but it went back into a straight face. "We are landing soon." He whispered. After what felt like forever, you all finally landed. You had forgot you were feeling sick, and you had enough energy to get off of that plane. The dream was bothering you. You got some of the luggage and began walking off the plane. You noticed Fernington had walked up next to you, his face full of concern.
"Me and Esai noticed you tossing and turning in your sleep. Are you okay?"
His voice was soft, and it was only where you two could hear. You wanted to tell him, but you didn't know where to began, and even if you should. "Must have just been stiff. Colds are crazy on the human body."
Fernington hesitated, but didn't say a word. He must've not wanted to bother you about it. All he did was walk next to you. You finally arrived at the hotel and found your room, plopping down on your bed. You and Omar shared a room. He walked in and looked at you. "You look tired. And you slept on the plane!" You Didn't respond. All you could do was look up at him and be thankful he was still alive. The dream came back to you, the look of his eyes glazed over and bleeding weird colors made tears of grief and relief well up in your eyes, Omar noticing.
"Hey...you good?" His voice was soft and he walked over quickly to hold you in his arms.
"I'm just glad you're alive..." Your voice quivered.
"What do you mean?"
"I had a nightmare..." You were choking on your tears. He held you close to him.
"Here, you can tell me tomorrow. I'll help you sleep." He sat up against the bed, holding you against his chest and petting your hair. You sighed softly, half afraid to sleep. When be noticed this, he started humming softly and it comforted you, and you finally went to sleep.

Author's Note: Sorry for no updates. Last week was terrible. We had a death of a very good friend at school, and Then my cousin's grandfather passed away. But this weekend made up for it, and now I'm sore from the concert I went to over the weekend. Twenty One Pilots is awesome. Anyways, sorry if the chapter seems crazy. I'm half-distracted.