Hey guys, it's DisneyisaLifestyle once again. I decided to delete my other story because when I looked back at it, the idea has been done one too many times. This story is the original idea I was going to go with. This will be told from Edd's perspective. Anyway, on to the story!
"That will be £27.69, sir"
My head snapped up. "W-what?"
The cashier sighed. "Sir, your total is £27.69," she told me in a bored tone.
"O-oh, of course! Sorry, miss," I mumbled my face turning slightly red. I pulled out his wallet, my hands fumbling to pull out the cash. The next customer gave me an annoyed glare, her child staring at me.
Truth be told, I didn't understand why I was so nervous. I just came in to grab a few things and get back home, no biggie. But the whole time, I had this feeling of dread, the kind that you get when something bad might happen. I tried to push his worry out of his mind, but it haunted me the whole time.
Honestly, it was probably just me being paranoid. Our neighborhood wasn't known to have that many crimes happen there. Besides, Matt and Tom were still at home, so any intruder would have to deal with those two first.
When I got to their neighborhood, things were quiet...too quiet. Normally, the street was alive with activity at around dusk. But now, you could hear a pin drop from a mile away. The dread returned once again; making me feel like I swallowed a golfball or something.
When I got to the driveway, I set the bags down in order to grab the house keys. Right when I pulled them out, a horrid sound tore through the atmosphere: gunshots. They were proceeded by Matt screaming, which was cut off by more gunshots. In those seconds, my fears were confirmed.
Quickly, I sprinted toward the door, panic rising in my chest. I ripped the door open; almost making it come off the hinges. There, I was greeted to a horrifying sight. Tom and Matt were laying dead on the floor, bruises and blood mottling their skin. Near them stood Tord, his eyes locked onto their corpses, gun in hand. Before I could stop myself, I screamed bloody murder, which caught Tord's attention. He smiled maliciously at me.
"Nice to see that you could make it, Edd."
I breathing became faster, whatever I had in my stomach threatening to come out on the carpet. I didn't want to go any further in there, but my legs did otherwise. I inched towards him.
"Tord,why would you do this? What did we do to for you to do-this?"
Tord let out a dark chuckle. "You want to know why?" he muttered in a harsh tone. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?" he shouted. He walked up to me and grabbed his throat. It was like having a large wrench squeezed around it. "As I recall, Tom shot me down with a giant harpoon gun, and neither you nor Matt lifted a finger to stop him." He paused. "That harpoon nearly killed me, Edd," he growled.
I was scratching furiously at Tord's hands, desperate to get some air. Tord laughed, seeming amused at my attempt to fight. Quickly, I was thrown on the ground coughing and gasping.
Tord picked up his gun once again. "It only seems fitting that I return the favor. But unlike you three..." He aimed it at me. "I'm not going to miss."
I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the bullet, but one never came. Instead, I heard Tord let out a laugh that kept going on and on. It seemed to go on for hours before he finally cocked the gun. "Any last words, old friend?"
I looked over to my friends. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you guys," I whispered, tears pouring down my face.
BANG!
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"NO!"
Suddenly, my body shot up. What happened? Was I dead? My fingers traced over my forehead, but there was no bullet hole there. Slowly opening my eyes, I didn't see heaven or...the other place, but my bedroom. Everything was the same. Groaning, I flopped down on my bed.
Great, I had yet another nightmare! That's the third one this week, and it was starting to get old. Ever since our house was...blown up, these things have been happening a ton. It's been about a month since the accident, and they just keep coming over and over.
As much as I wanted to, I didn't tell Matt or Tom. I mean, they're my friends, how could I not tell them? But they had their own problems to deal with, and I shouldn't add mine on to the pile.
Sitting up again, I saw Ringo sitting on the top of the dresser, his eyes glowing in the dark. He mewed at me, jumping off of the dresser. I held my arms out. "Come here, Ringo," I whispered. He curled up in my lap purring happily.
Sighing, I turned on the lamp and grabbed my sketchbook. Thanks to my nightmare, I wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon. Oh well, might as well do something other than stare at my alarm clock. I just hope that these end soon, because I'm getting sick of these.
And that's the end of the first chapter! I wrote this while having writer's block on both of my original works that I'm writing. I hope you guys enjoyed this. See you guys soon for the next chapter.
DisneyisaLifestyle out!