AN: HI PEOPLE I HAVE TAKEN OVER CHARLIE'S PROFILE LMAO- Hi. I am Marieevee and me and JustABunchOfNonsense decide to angst together in a gmail account that's gay lol. So this took like,,,,2 hours? Answer me for cool character development in the AN. Okay readers! Without further ado, enjoy our little collaboration :33

*Roach's POV*

Yes, dying is supposed to end your life. And yes, it does hurt, and especially when death takes it's time to consume you, it's especially agonizing. Though at the same time, it wasn't so bad considering I wasn't going to die alone. Ghost was right there, laying beside me in the ditch we were tossed in. Though I couldn't tell if he could smell the gasoline when it was being poured on us. Hell, no doubt he could feel the flames at this point. But I guess it was good he didn't feel the pain. Dying is a weird feeling, which I guess is a sign that my end is coming. But what happens when it finally does?

Is there actually a heaven or hell?

Is there another life that lies ahead?

Am I just going to be trapped in a dark space with no escape?

The thoughts horrify me, but it has to be better than what's been happening lately. As a matter of fact, fighting and staying alive was actually a lot harder than dying right now. My fight was finally over. It was time to give up, simply. Slowly, I could feel myself drifting away from reality. I couldn't smell the smoke or my burning flesh. Everything I once felt became numb. I couldn't feel anything. It's over.

*Logan's POV*

Starting this math homework at eleven might've been a bad idea. Yes, it was a terrible idea. I rubbed my eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time before sighing. A couple of sheets laid on my desk, some of them being edgy sketches I drew in my classes. Most of them were boring, being a little too intelligent for my grades. So was my homework. I dropped my pencil, figuring that I could just pick this up later on tomorrow at lunch or something. I decided I'd sleep instead of wasting my time on a stupid boring paper and got up from my seat.

I didn't really bother changing into any pajamas or sleepwear. I just shut off the lights and collapsed on my messy bed, staring at the ceiling for a minute or more until I finally began to doze off. Though minutes into my slumber, I heard I faint voice echoing from not too far from here. It was almost like a shout or a cry of pain.

I opened my eyes again and frowned. You're just a little bit too tired. Right before I closed my eyes again, I could've sworn I saw a figure standing in the corner of my room. For a split second, my heart skipped a beat and I quickly sat up, only to find that there was no one there. I ignored it and fell back in my bed, passing it as sleepy hallucinations.

Though instead of having eight hours of peace and quiet, it felt as if there was just chaos and fear. It reminded me of stories dad used to tell me and David, only it seemed so real. There was gunfire, bombs, blood, and guts. People were dying and killing one another, and after what seemed like forever, I wake up and look around with a rapid pulse, terrified of what I'd seen each time, but fell asleep directly after, as if nothing happened.

I sat up in my bed, putting a hand over my weary eyes. God, I can't even see straight. The bones in my back popped and my neck ached, a sign that I was probably sleeping awkwardly all night. Great, can't even fucking sleep right. After taking my time staring off into space, I got up, threw a sweater on and walked downstairs, still confused about yesterday. As I reached the bottom of the steps, the sound of footsteps approached me, and immediately I was once again ready to run or do whatever I could to defend myself.

But just as I raised my arms defensively, I froze as David cleared his throat, catching my attention.

"Fighting the air?"

I didn't really say anything (In fact I really couldn't) and walked past him, forgetting the previous events.

"Dad's already gone, but we got some pancakes."

I simply shook my head. I really didn't feel like eating anyway. I felt sick to my stomach, almost as if I was about to puke.

"You look really pale. Are you okay?"

I swallowed back the nausea, the images of last night's dreams coming back to me. I nodded and weakly smiled, putting my thumbs up.

"Okay then…",David gave me a worried look before heading into the kitchen, probably going in to refill his second or third cup of coffee. I followed, but I only leaned against the counter. I was so fucking tired. I looked at the time and sighed, realizing I hadn't much time left before we had to go to school. Just as I tore my eyes away from the clock hanging on the wall, I caught the same figure from yesterday in the corner of the room, this time leaning on another wall.

I looked over sharply, though nothing appeared to be there.

"Logan?"

I glanced back to David, who looked at me with concern in his eyes. I nodded again and shrugged.

It's all in your head, Logan.

So yeah! There's chapter one. I really hope you guys stick around to see where we take this. I'm really excited to be working with Max on this, and hopefully there'll be more collaborations to come in the future :33