Disclaimer: I don't own BTR…
Kendall's POV:
I saw pure fear and desperation in James' eyes.
Then he sank to the ground and lay there motionless.
I kneeled beside him.
"James?" I asked.
He didn't respond.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked panicked.
The others were just as clueless as me.
Logan left the room and retuned shortly after with Doctor Miller.
"What happened?" he asked. "We don't know!" Carlos answered. "He looked in the mirror and then he collapsed."
"You guys stay with him." Miller said. "If he doesn't wake up in the next couple minutes call me, okay?"
We nodded and he left.
"Shouldn't we put him in bed again?" Logan asked.
I nodded and we lifted James off the ground and carried him to his bed.
"What now?" Carlos asked. "We wait!" I said and sat beside the bed.
Then minutes flew by, but James showed no reaction.
James' POV:
Mirrors.
They were everywhere.
No matter where I looked, I saw her face.
It grinned at me.
And then there were those hands.
Thousands of pale hands were reaching out for me.
I had nowhere to go.
The hands reached me and pulled me closer to the mirrors.
They pulled me closer to Mary.
I just wanted to wake up.
I wasn't going to be murdered in one of my dreams.
"Wake up!" I told myself. "Come on, wake up! Wake up!"
Nothing happened.
"Wake the fuck up!" I screamed at myself.
Then my eyes snapped open.
Kendall, Logan and Carlos were looking at me worried.
"Is… is she gone?" I asked.
Kendall nodded and Logan rolled his eyes.
"She… was… everywhere." I whispered.
"She's going to… she will…"
My voice trailed off.