Jay rushed after Carlos, following him into their room.
"'Los?" he asked cautiously.
"What was he spell? Jay?! WHAT WAS IT?!" Carlos screamed, backing up when Jay tried to walk towards him.
"'Los... The curse was that whatever you dreamt would come true." As soon as Jay said this, Carlos gripped his head and began to panic, "'Los? What's wrong? You have to keep calm and tell me what you dreamt about." Carlos made a choking noise,
"So when they come... it'll be my fault?"
"Who? Who's coming?" Jay asked, keeping his hands up in an exaggerated way, in an attempt to keep his friend calm. Carlos was anxious and angry. Both were bad signs. Both meant something different for him.
"Our p-parents. They're coming." Carlos told him, he stopped pacing and gripping at his hair and slid down the wall.
"That's impossible. Besides, we defeated Malef-"
"He's coming. HE'S COMMING! HE'S COMMING!" At this Jay froze as Carlos became hysterical. What was he supposed to say? That everything would be okay? It wouldn't. Not if his dream was right. "Don't worry" or some shit of that nature would be just as bad.
"We'll figure it out," Jay told him, sliding down next to him. He tried to touch the other other boy on the shoulder and comfort him, but Carlos withered in pain and made a strange gurgling sound. His breath came in gasps and he didn't even attempt to use magic to keep calm. Jay came to a realization of what was happening and whispered, "It's bad again." Carlos didn't answer, but as suddenly as the fit had come, he began to calm down(WITHOUT MAGIC) and focus on his breathing, squeezing his eyes shut as tightly as possible.
"I'm fine." Carlos insisted, but the way it sounded like both a snarl and a whine said differently.
"Carlos, take off your shirt. Please." Jay pleaded, reaching over to help unbutton his shirt and pull it off, revealing his scarred and bruised torso. One of them was a small, swollen moon shaped scar on his right shoulder that had red vein looking scars branching off of it and a dark rainbow colored bruise surrounding it. The entire area of the bruise stretched across his entire collar bone and went all the way down to his nipple(AN: imagine this the best you can. I didn't want to get too technical and lose you guys). It usually looked like a typical scar, but sometimes it got like this. It was the magic in it. Sometimes after a nightmare... or after he'd been with him, Jay would notice that Carlos's shoulder looked worse, just like now, "'Los..." Before Jay could even say anything, he felt himself being shoved away as Carlos yelled for him to go away and scampered for the bed. The next time Jay attempted to say something, he felt himself fly backward, even though Carlos touched him. 'SHIT!', Jay thought. Carlos hardly ever used his magic and was petrified of using it against people. When he realized what he'd done, Carlos dived under the bed and curled up.
"C? Look at me! I'm fine. Okay?" He even tried to offer him the "sweet nut chocolate"(which they'd learned was peanut butter), but there was some type of magic barrier that disintegrated the chocolate as soon as it made contact with the barrier. Carlos wasn't looking at him, and the more Jay thought about it, he realized that he probably wasn't even in the room. This was very bad.