Hello, again awesome people of the internet! I would like to express my gratitude to anyone who has spent their time reading my story. It means a lot to me. So, here is chapter three! If you have any suggestions, comments, criticism, or anything else that you think I should know, feel free to write a review and let me know! Anyway, here's chapter three!

Enjoy!

~TheGreen-EyedPsycho

Mark POV

I closed my eyes and drifted off soon after Ethan had. When my eyes opened again, I found myself in a dusky forest. The foliage above blocked out most of the light and left a chilling otherworldly gleam about the place.

"Not again." I thought. I had been here many times before. This was the reason that I refused to sleep unless absolutely necessary. I had just entered the realm of my nightmares. I looked around quickly. I hoped this one would end quickly.

"Maarrrkkk..." A voice hissed through the trees. A figure was pacing through the misty trees. It was walking toward a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a chair with a person in chains. I walked cautiously forward, nearing the clearing. As I stepped into the dim light, the figure in the chair looked up slowly. I finally noticed a shock of bright blue hair. The person in the chair was Ethan.

"Mark... Help me!" He whispered frantically.

"Oh my god, Ethan!" I shrieked. This was new. The figure stepped forward quickly.

"Not sso fassst." It snarled in its snake-like voice. The monster began stalking its way toward Ethan. He made a quite whimpering noise. The creature produced a sharp knife from the folds of its billowy self. It held the blade against Ethan's throat.

"I want you to sssuffer..." It wheezed. It swiftly dragged the knife across Ethan's throat.

"NO!" I screeched. The shadowy being dissipated into a cloud of vapor. I ran to Ethan's side. He was making faint gurgling sounds. Blood was staining his shirt. He looked at me.

"Mm-mark." He managed to get out.

"Shh, don't speak," I said in a choked voice. Tears flowed freely out of my eyes. He began to choke and sputter. I watched helplessly as the light left his eyes.

"Ethan?" I asked quietly. "Ethan? Louder. "Ethan!" This time, what came out of my mouth was an anguished scream of pure heartbreak. I held onto him tightly and sobbed into his chest.

"I never had a chance to tell you." I choked out. A sudden rustling came from behind me. I whipped around. The shadowy figure stood behind me. He let out a manic chuckle.

"GO ON! KILL ME!" I roared. The shady being took a slight step back. I had never felt this much anger. "I have nothing to live for..." I spoke in a quiet rage. The misty figure charged me and I screamed as he collided with me, only to find myself on the floor of the kitchen, back to reality, with a terrified Ethan staring down at me.

"Mark!" He shrieked in a visible panic. "What the Fuck was that?" He had tears in his eyes. I jumped up quickly, heart still pounding.

"I'm ok. It was only a dream." I said in a reassuring tone. "I actually have nightmares all the time. I'm kinda used to them by now."

"Mark, you were screaming and writhing around on the floor. How often do you get these again?" He wasn't convinced that I was alright.

"I get them most every time I close my eyes," I stated, answering his question.

"Well, I've never heard you scream in the middle of the night. I'm willing to bet that this one was a particularly bad one.

"You're right. This one was the worst yet." I answered quietly. "Wait a minute. You said I was screaming things. Did you happen to hear what I said or were they just unintelligible?" I asked quickly, dreading the answer.

"Umm, well, you kinda said some names and a lot of no's. Then you mumbled about not having a chance to tell that person something. Then you screamed about having nothing left to live for and asking for someone to kill you. Then there was just a lot of screaming." Ethan said quickly, beginning to blush. I sighed loudly and put my head in my hands. He knows that there's something going on.

"Who's name was I saying?" I had to be sure.

He covered his face with his hands to hide an obvious blush and mumbled something into the palm of his hand.

"What was that?" I asked.

"You were saying Ethan, Mark. You were saying my name." He said seriously before hiding behind his hands again. "What happened in that dream, Mark?" He asked quietly.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked. He nodded slowly.

"Ok. Here we go." I said with a small sigh. "Heres the summary. When I fell asleep, I was transported to this creepy forest where all my nightmares take place. There was a creepy shadow man who lured me toward a clearing where there was a person chained to a chair. That person was you. You begged me to help you and the shadow guy told me that he wanted me to suffer. He slit your throat with a knife and so I ran over to you and you were just gurgling and I started sobbing and I said... I watched you die. (Whew good save Mark) Then I yelled at the shadowy dude to kill me because I had nothing left to live for and then it ended right as he was about to kill me." I explained.

"Oh, my god! That's awful!" He exclaimed, genuine concern shining in his eyes. "Also, that was a good catch Mark, but I know you wanted to say something else there. Also, why did you have nothing left to live for after I was gone?" He asked with curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

"I uhh..." I thought I had covered that so well. He could see that I was struggling to tell him.

"It's ok." He said soothingly, walking forward and embracing me. I hugged him back. "You can tell me anything." He said quietly, avoiding eye contact. Here goes nothing.

"I like you." I blurted out quickly before turning around and hiding my embarrassment. "Oh god I just ruined our friendship didn't I?" I spoke quietly. I was startled when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind.

"I like you too, Mark," Ethan whispered in my ear. I turned around to look at him. "I have for a while actually." He admitted quietly. I didn't know what to say. I walked forward quickly and embraced him tightly. I didn't ever want to let go. I leaned back a little to look at him. He stared back at me. I leaned down slowly and our lips met. It was a short kiss but it held all of the emotions that both of us had kept bottled up for so long. When we broke apart, he smiled and leaned his head on my shoulder.

"Now, what can I do to help you with your nightmares?" He asked.

Whew! That one took a while to write! I believe that I had writer's block and none of my ideas went anywhere except for this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed chapter three of Where Have You Been All My Life. If you have any comments, suggestions, criticism or anything else you think I should know, let me know by reviewing. Anything helps me get better as a writer. Thank you so much for reading!

Until next time!

~TheGreen-EyedPsycho