revive

revive 5

dwayne

"how's the list?" dann asked me as he tries his best to recall information that could possibly help us map everything out.

dann and i are currently writing a list of who could've possibly murdered us the night before. we have no absolute clues on what and who should we write; we're just trying to list down all people related to us and can potentially turn their back at us.

"i'm trying to focus, dann. shut the f**k up." 

i saw dann's eyes widen as he scans my pages. "are you seriously including mikey and lance? don't you think-"

"we have to list down everyone we know, dann. we can't trust anyone now that our lives are at risk."

"yeah, but don't you think we should feel bad about it? i mean, we've known mikey and lance for a couple years already. i'm pretty sure they're not capable of doing something like that." dann replied and rubbed his fingers against his chin.

"that's what's going to kill you, dann. you trust people easily."

"this is so f*****g sick, dwayne." dann exclaimed and flinched from my response. "we're not even that certain that we got murdered yet we're doubting our close friends. we're doing this only because we had the same dream, dwayne. you're being paranoid. think about that!"

"i don't think that's a dream, dann." i dropped my pen and shifted my sight towards him. "that could possibly be the reality. it's haunting us both, dann. it's going to unravel on its own as days go by and eventually, we'll get killed on our beds again."

dann sarcastically chuckled at what i've said. "you're f*****g sick, dwayne. your thoughts don't add up at all. you sound dumb. why are you so desperate of distorting reality? our dreams don't prove anything, dwayne. grow the f**k up. what are you, 5?"

and that's where i lost everything. i stormed out of my chair and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"my instincts barely went wrong, dann. you know that. i'm trying to get you away from danger because i know something's off. why do you have to be so ungrateful and call me dumb for trying to protect you?"

"it's unrealistic, dwayne." dann shrugged it off and leaned back. "i understand if you want to protect me. it's just that it's unbelievable, you know? i've never heard of messed up timelines happening in real world. they're only limited to movies, i guess."

"you never know, dann. you never know."

"i'm certain, dwayne. i'm also certain mikey and lance would just laugh it off when you told-"

"you know this thing supposed to stay between us only, right?" i annoyingly asked and raised an eyebrow. i can't believe this bastard is seriously breaking his promise.

i hate people who do that on a whole other level.

"right, sorry. i'll stay quiet." he let out a fake-ass smile and walked away. "i'm going to take a shower in case you're wondering."

"i didn't ask but thank you." i mocked him and gave him a fake smile and turned my back. i really don't want to see dann today. damn, i wish someone would believe my inhibitions right now.

i fell into a deep ponder and questioned my thoughts. dann may be right, maybe my theory is just too impossible to happen. i know nothing like what i'm thinking ever happened before. i know science couldn't even explicate at least one ounce of what i'm claiming, but certainly, something's off. the fact that dann and i both had the same dream haunts me; i know i can squeeze something off that. at the same time, maybe it's just a coincidence? there's a teeny-weeny chance both people would share the exact same bed dream and i don't wanna get comfortable with that small percentage.

after thinking and letting myself drown on my pool of thoughts for about half and hour, i finally came up with the best thing to do.

i'm going to pursue this s**t even if dann won't trust me. i don't need dann, heck he needs me. he's going to thank me by the time he figured out i'm right the entire time.

i tried scrutinizing my dream last night and forced myself to recover every single thing that occurred there. dann said something about happening all over again. i'm really confused about that one.

is that to say that he knows we're going to wake up a few hours right after we're murdered and make us think that we just got up from a deep sleep? is this an endless loop?

i don't really know.

and also, the murderer said something about wanting to survive. i really don't get what they're trying to imply. not even a bit.

i shouted in deep frustration as i can't completely decipher everything about that dream. although i got some clues i think i could make use of, i can't seem to c***k the code. my list looks a bit empty, but i think it's going to get more informative as the days go by.

my thoughts were drifted apart as i heard dann hopped out of the bathroom. he's covered in his white towel and his hair is still dripping wet.

maybe he doesn't know how towel dries hair as well.

"can't you at least dry your hair? your dripping water everywhere." i said and rolled my eyes. i'm really not going to give him my best treatment. i don't like him right now.

"take a chill pill, bub." he cutely chuckled and grabbed another towel and dried his hair.

"what do you mean bub? are you seriously flirting with me right now?"

"if that's how you'll take it, then yeah." he charmingly smiled at me and wrapped everything up with a wink.

god, i hate him.

"you're ridiculous, dann." i said in complete annoyance and stood up. i'm planning on taking a shower and heading out because being on the same room as dann is not helping me at all.

"would i be any more ridiculous if i told you i'm going to let you take the wheel for now?"

i was confused with what he said. "what do you mean."

"we're doing this, dwayne." he tapped my shoulders and stared at me. "i'll help you with the list. let's get out of this s**t together."