revive

revive 4

dwayne

"dann!" i loudly shouted the moment i opened my eyes. i can feel the stream of tears rushing down my face as i desperately call for his name.

my dream was a f*****g mess. it was a f*****g bloody, gruesome murder dann and i have gone through. i don't feel like any of these occurrences are normal anymore. something's up. i can feel it.

i quickly looked beside my bed as i realized we sleep on the same bed, but he wasn't there. i assumed he didn't sleep beside because he's furious at me. he's usually like that every time i won a stupid bet or something. he would sleep on the couch because defeats upset the hell out of him.

"dann! where are you! are you even there?" i desperately screamed with sobs in between. i want to get up and search for him, but my entire body is shaking. i couldn't even lift a finger or move any part of my body. i froze there like a dead body.

a dead body.

i lost every ounce of sanity present in my body as i recapped some of the scenarios i can recall on my dreams.

"stop! i can't breathe properly, you fucker!"

"what the f**k do you want from us?" 

"sacrifice." 

"i want to live. you have to die. dann knows that."

i feel like i'm currently a step away from passing out, but i acted tough and so i completely froze their still, and didn't move. the current setting reminds me of the pain i've gone through on my dream as i'm exactly sitting at the spot where the murdered stabbed me.

"dann... where are you?" i weakly whispered and let my tears run down my face. at this point, i really need someone to accompany me and hear me out. it's not like i'm going insane or what; i just feel like these scenarios have to do something with the fact that i can't remember anything that happened days ago.

i heard weak footsteps from outside. me, completely devoured with anxiety i got from yesterday, tried not to make any sound.

dann, i hope that's you.

i really wanted to shout as i feel like it could be dann but at the same time, it could be not him. i slowly stood up while trying not to step onto anything that would attract attention. the moment i stepped my foot out of the bed, i heard the faint sound our wood floor creaked, and so i decided to be more careful. as i tiptoed my way out, i accidentally slipped because of dann's back pack blocking my way.

"f**k!" i weakly screamed due to the pain. i swiftly covered my head as i fall, and so my elbows hurt because that's what the floor bumped into.

before i could do anything else, someone suddenly screamed from outside.

"dwayne? are you okay?"

it was dann's voice.

for once, i felt really safe and actually sighed out of relief.

"i'm okay! but next time, don't put your back pack on the floor! you know where you're supposed to keep your back packs, dann!" i stood up as if i didn't do anything stupid and threw his back pack beside our wooden cabinet. 

"come outside! i made some breakfast!" dann shouted from outside. he works on a fast food chain as a cook. there's no way that's food not going to be tasty. i can hear how the oil pops from my room.

scary.

"wait for me!" i exclaimed in response and quickly pulled myself together. i got out of the room in an instant as i felt my stomach growled. boy, i am hungry!

"what did you cook!" i swiftly ran towards the kitchen and took a glance at the feast he made for the two of us.

"anything i can pull out from the fridge, hon!" he replied as he flipped the last pancake on the plate and turned the heat off.

"looks tasty!" i quickly grabbed a plate and ate everything i can see on the table.

"help yourself, dwayne. you must be really hungry from not eating properly yesterday."

'you don't have to tell me that, dann. i'm really going all cookie monster here."

dann softly chuckled at my reply and quickly took a sip of his orange juice. "did you sleep well?"

"not really," i inaudibly replied as i keep on digging on my plate. "i had a bad dream. my most terrible one so far."

"i had a bad dream, too." dann admited. my gaze quickly shifted onto him.

"what's the dream all about?" i interrogated and took a sip of my orange juice. maybe i can use dann's dream to map everything out.

"well, it's not the typical dining story but uh...." it's obvious dann is stuttering and thinking if he should really drop the bomb.

"you can speak now."

"well uh... we got murdered?"

i dropped my fork by impulse and got shocked of what he announced. how in the world can we have the same dream? is that humanly possible? i quickly looked at him with eyes evidently full of questions.

"tell me more."

"well uh..... we threw a party. and then uh.... we let someone sleep in our house... and then.... we got murdered. that's basically it. i don't want to like explicate things detail by detail. it's really not going to do good on your appetite, dwayne."

i looked at him directly in his eyes. "i had the same dream, dann. same dream. same nightmare. same set up."

"it's f*****g sick." dann replied with a hint of disgust drawn onto his face. "not cool."

"you think something's up?" i asked him once again, hoping to get a better response than the last time.

"yeah....." dann replied and hid his face. i don't really know. maybe because he's feeling guilty of making fun of the possible situation? i'm not sure. i'm the worst at reading between the lines.

"you think we should do something about this?" i simply asked and stood up as i just finished eating. i dropped my utensils on the sink and rinsed them off quickly.

'i guess so?" dann unsurely replied. "something may be really up."

"cancel all your plans, dann." i coldly answered and stared at him. "we have something important to do."

and through that, we discovered that maybe our nightmare was really our fate.

maybe we were murdered two nights ago.