Don't flip out. I know they actually live in Phoenix AZ, but I'm just switching things up, so shush it and enjoy the chapter, xD

-Jayy POV-

It was September now. We'd finished the Fight to Unite Tour, as well as Vans Warped Tour, and were currently planning our The Scene Is Dead Tour with Jeffree Star. We'd moved from a crappy Arizona apartment to a nice LA house. And trust me, it was nice. Two stories, five bedrooms, four bathrooms(one in both Dahvie and my own room, another one down the hall, and one downstairs) , a den upstairs, a big kitchen, a pool, and a sizeable garage.
Haley had moved in with us, too. She had the bedroom downstairs, while Dahvie and I took rooms right next to eachother upstairs. The other two bedrooms were used as an excercise room and a sound room.
Dahvie wasn't doing so good, though. He went completely downhill once Cammie left. Sure, he'd kept up the act on stage, and even infront of Haley and I most of the time, but I wasn't stupid. I saw what was going on. He was torn up over Cammie. He'd taken up drinking as an everyday thing. In the morning, he'd add a shot of Scotch to his coffee, and when he ate, he'd drink whiskey with it. He stopped eating as much, and started to unhealthily lose weight. I hated watching my best friend rot away infront of my eyes, and knowing there was nothing I could do. And it was all because of her.
It was getting bad lately. Now that he didn't have the constant concerts and people surrounding him, Dahvie's mind was always on Cammie. He didn't go out with friends as much, he never partied. He just sat in his room, occasionally coming out. He'd grown so distant the past few months. The only day we were close to how it used to be was my twenty-first birthday, when he, Haley, and I flew to Vegas to fuck shit up. He seemed totally normal that day, but I know that was more my birthday present than the flight to Las Vegas.
I was laying awake in my bedroom. It was about two-thirty in the morning, and everyone, as far as I knew, was fast asleep but me. I couldn't sleep for some reason, so instead I just tweeted back and forth with Jeffree about the upcoming concerts, and made a few jokes.
I was startled and practically jumped out of my bed when I heard a loud thud, followed by horrifying screaming coming from Dahvie's bedroom. I practically flew across my bedroom and out my door. I looked at the staircase. Haley had heard it too, and was running up the stairs in her Hello Kitty pajamas.
"What happened?" She asked me in a loud whisper.
"I," I started. "I don't know." We both ran to his door and opened it slowly, afraid to see what would lay infront of our eyes. I couldn't stop picturing a dead Dahvie, laying on the ground with something piercing his heart, or his throat slit. I was so scared these days that he might try to kill himself.
Instead, what we found was a fast asleep Dahvie, who was flailing his arms and rolling around on his bed, screaming out in horror.
"He's having a nightmare," Haley said sympathetically. "Should we wake him up?"
I shook my head. "No... It could startle him."
Haley nodded. We watched for a few seconds, but I slowly shut his door and Haley and I made our way back to our rooms.
I sighed, and waited for the screaming to end as I lay back down. It ended a couple minutes later, but that wasn't the last of it.
Dahvie began to have the nightmare every night, and every night, the screaming and thudding would become louder and last longer. Sometime's he'd scream out Cammie's name, other times he'd just cry out for her not to leave. Eventually, it would last so long that if I wanted any sleep, I'd have to go downstairs to the living room. He'd wake me up the next morning and ask, "Why are you sleeping on the couch?" I would feel too bad if I told him his nightmares kept me awake, so I simply replied with, "I fell asleep watching TV."
I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to handle this, though.