You know the drill.
I sit up and sigh. If this is another dream, I swear...
I don't think it is, because I'm on the bus. I walk to the kitchen, yelling out for my friends.
The dream where Nadia dies will probably haunt me forever. I need to get to her, but she's all the way in Massachusetts. We've been together for eleven years now.
I get the response of no one.
Maybe they just went out for the rest of the day, because the tour bus is parked.
"Guys? Joe?"
No response. I walk around a bit but they don't seem to be here...
Please don't be pranking me.
The TV is on, playing one of our music videos, specifically the A Grave Mistake one.
When I wake up, it seems like it's the next day, or today. I can't tell.
Sitting on the couch again, I sigh. Grabbing my phone, I FaceTime Joe.
He picks up, which I did not really expect.
"Spencer—"
"Yo, hey. Where are you, man? I just woke up again." I stare in his worried eyes. Why is he worried?
"Spencer, you gotta help!"
The camera drops on the floor, and all I can see is black on the screen.
Joe muffles something, like there's something in his mouth. But I can make it out easily: Help.
The call ends randomly.
Strange. It seemed like he was struggling?
My friends are in trouble...
I stand up, but I get knocked out by someone punching me in the face. The fuck? Again?
I go numb.
Ugh...