A/N: (singing) I wish that we could sail our sad days away. Forever. In deep blue seas of paper-mâchée. Let's dance in the moonlight… (notices people reading) Oh, hi there. It's very early in the morning and I am absolutely addicted to all of "All Things Bright and Beautiful" by Owl City, and it's keeping me from sleeping.
Thanks to Couellette and Sum1cooler for reviews of chapter 6 and thanks for wishing my sickness away (which is now gone :D).
Nightmares are SO MUCH FUN. I absolutely love the ideas I'm going to put in here, they're so evil, and devious, and devilish, and just plain delicious :D …Okay maybe that's an exaggeration, but they're pretty mean and I enjoyed writing this because I know how to and enjoy inflicting pain on peoples' psyche (my friends call me a psychopath sometimes; I don't believe it).
Anyways, blah, disclaimers, blah, rules, blah, show on the road, blah!
Chapter VII- Dreams of Fear
That night started out nicely. I fell asleep in my beautiful brunette's embrace with a smile on my face at around 11:50. However, the night almost immediately turned harsh inside the confines of my subconscious.
Logan and I were sitting calmly on the sofa of 2J, with me basically straddling his lap and leaning against him. No one else was around. His hand was slowly stroking through my hair, and I felt love radiating from him and practically seeping through my skin. I was so happy at the time, but that's when I began to feel things warp around me.
The "reality" that I was experiencing dropped away suddenly and I began to fall straight down. Darkness surrounded me and I was falling down into it, the only light being that which emanated off of me so that I could see my limbs. I could have sworn heard Logan's voice calling me from some direction, but I couldn't make out the exact words. Imaginary wind whistled in my ears and I felt my skin beginning to sting as the air lashed against it as I continued to fall faster.
"LOGAN?" I screamed out into the darkness, but my words were muffled by the rushing gusts around me, and as soon as I finished the word I felt the air being sucked out of my body. I quickly closed my mouth and slammed my eyes shut.
"Car…los?" came a whispered reply in my ear. I opened my eyes to see our bedroom, normal as ever, no dark abyss or freezing blasts of wind. I quickly sat up in bed, dragging a now quite alert Logan up with me. Turning to him, I glanced past him at the clock.
'12:10.'
I then looked at Logan. He had a terrified and concerned look in his eyes, staring directly into my eyes as if he were reading my brain for clues as to what happened.
"What is it Logie?" I asked calmly. My heart was pounding almost out of control, and I felt his hand ghost over my chest to check that massive pulse. His eyes widened in shock and he pulled my body close to his, his warmth flowing over my smaller frame as he began to speak quietly into my ear.
"It was just a nightmare baby. Nothing bad has happened to you, just calm down," he tried to soothe me. "You yelled my name really loud and it woke me up, so I had to check if you're okay." His concern was tangible. "Want to talk about it?" he asked as calmly as he could. I could hear his voice shaking from the fear he had of what had happened, but I was still shocked that my dream had caused me to cry out in real life. My head slowly shook from side to side; I was staring into the voids in both of his very dilated pupils and completely spacing out.
He paused, scanning over me with caring eyes before laying me back down and placing himself back next to me. His arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me in much closer than before. We were both scared to death, but after five minutes both of us were drifting off once again.
Logan and I were at the dinner table. In this dream I apparently had no recollection of the other dream that had finished only a couple minutes before. We were both laughing about some jokes that happened before I had actually gotten into the situation, but he seemed to act distant.
"Logie, you okay?" I asked with a sudden twang of sadness. My smile turned down into a frown when he sighed.
"Carlos," he began, but stopped, scratching the back of his head. He was planning his words for something. "Look, I have to come clean and say this," he continued with hurt and confusion in his eyes, his expression suddenly stony looking. I had no idea what he was going to say next, but my heart was immediately weighed down by those few words.
"I don't think this is working."
"…what?" I was stunned. "B-but… Logan… I-"
"You see," he cut me off as I began my sentence, "I think I may be in love with someone else."
My heart shattered. Literally fell to pieces. I stood up quickly and began to stammer and rant at him mindlessly.
"Logan, we've shared so much love! Only yesterday you said you wanted in my pants for the first time and I AGREED to any time you wanted! We whisper things to each other that NOBODY should ever hear," I rambled desperately, my voice rising and starting to hitch as sobs interrupted my speech, tears streaming down my face in waterfalls. "I love you so much! I couldn't possibly imagine anyone I'd rather be with and I thought you felt the same!"
He looked up at me, his expression cold and his eyes glazed. "Look. It's over. Move on without me, because I'm going on without you," he said flatly, with no love in his gaze. He stood up from the table slowly and walked in the direction of the apartment door. I tried to block his path but he pushed me roughly out of the way, sending me tumbling haphazardly to the ground.
Upon reaching the door, he swung it open wide with a quick tug. It slammed into the wall and stuck itself open as if by magic. I looked up and growled. Standing in the doorway was Camille, her eyes shining brightly and mischievously as she scanned up and down Logan's body. I growled lowly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close to him. He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around her waist.
I glared at the two of them; I'm the one who is supposed to be in Logan's arms. I jumped to my feet and headlong charged at them, tears flying out of the corners of my eyes. I got within two feet of them when I was suddenly stopped dead in my tracks.
It was as if I had hit an electric dog fence. I felt an excruciating pain, as if I was being electrocuted, but my eyes also acted as if they were glued open. I was being forced to watch Camille steal my boyfriend. And he was enjoying it. They both turned their heads to looked at me, Camille giving me a sarcastic smile and Logan giving me a terribly sadistic looking grin. They then turned back to each other and placed their lips together.
That part is what killed me. Every time one of the pair's lips moved against the other's, there was a surge of the electric whatever that made me scream in agony. Now my eyes were being shut so hard I felt like the muscles of my eyelids were going to rip. I was forced down to my knees by the awful pain. After about a minute I heard their amorous sounds stop and I pulled my eyelids up again. They had separated their mouths and turned to look at me again. The power surges stopped, and I was now just being held in place again by small shocks that kept me immobilized.
They each had a smug grin plastered on their face, as if they took some amount of sick joy from watching me suffer. Logan then leaned down to look me in the eyes before grinning devilishly and pulling his face back. He bent over and kissed along Camille's jaw line, each kiss sending shockwaves rippling through my body. She was definitely enjoying both my suffering and the attention Logan was giving her.
I endured what felt like hours of torment, watching them flirt, make out, and touch each other. Eventually, one of them spoke.
"Ready to leave this idiot behind forever?" Camille cooed softly into my former boyfriend's ear.
"Why didn't you come sooner, you?" he asked in reply with a malicious smile in my direction. I was still stuck in my spot, but I mustered a low growl. "Awww, Carlitos," he looked down at me, eyes sparkling lightly but each word dripping with venom and death, "You should be happy, now you can be pathetic and not weigh me down anymore. It's like a burden off of your shoulders since you don't have to feel guilty for dragging me down to your level."
That's the point when I completely lost it. I ignored the massive burst of pain that was involved with willingly moving, bringing my fist directly into the once beautiful and adoring face that was now twisted and demonic to me. Quickly standing, I bore down on him with all of my wrath. My fists flew at him in a flurry, Camille watching on in sheer terror as I tried to murder Logan with my bare hands. I felt bones breaking under every blow. A rib here, an arm there, it didn't matter to me. I was turning him into a bloodied pulp, and I swore that he was going to die by my hand for what he had been doing to me.
And it felt AMAZING.
My eyes fluttered open. I was staring into Logan's bare shoulder, and his arms were still wrapped around my body. I shifted my body so that I could see the clock.
'2:52.'
The hours and hours I felt of excruciating dream had taken only two and a half hours to unfold. My whole body ached, as if the pain I had experienced had translated somehow into the real world. I felt dried tears on my face, and my eyes were stinging from the extensive crying I had apparently done while asleep.
I looked up at Logan's face. Luckily I hadn't actually punched him during my dream; he was still sound asleep. The only way my dream had affected him was that there were dried tears on his neck and chest from where the droplets had fallen from my face. The scariest thing was that as soon as I saw his face I felt the urge to maul him, but I pushed that remnant of the dream away. I shuddered as a cool breeze wafted through the room. I turned my body so that my head was leaning into his neck again and tried to fall asleep.
My attempts at slumber were futile, so I nudged my sleeping lover a bit. His eyes opened slowly, then looked at me, the gaze full of tenderness and love.
"May I help you?" he yawned, clearly tired but still happy to see me.
"I can't sleep, will you sing for me?" I asked softly, pouting at him and giving him the puppy eyes. He rolled his own eyes before humming out a quick bit of a song before launching into the chorus of "Any Kind of Guy" for me. I was happy to hear him replace the word "girl" with "man".
"Any kind of guy you want, man,
that's the guy I'll be.
Turn myself upside-down.
(Yes I will. Yes I will.)
Any kind of guy you want, man,
you know I'll agree.
Turn your whole world around.
(Yes I will. Yes I will.)
Any kind, any kind
Any kind of guy you want
You decide, change your mind
I will be there
Won't you try
One more try
Be my any kind of man
You decide, it's alright
I will be there."
After that last line my eyes closed and I began to drift. I can't even remember how far he kept going with the song.
I didn't know what had been done, but I knew it was something stupid from the feeling of dread I had. And the fact that the bedroom was on fire. I coughed and hacked as the acrid smoke filled my lungs. I turned to Logan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. Both of us were fully clothed, but I didn't question it as I freaked out, grabbing him and shaking his limp body violently.
"Logan!" I cried at him. No response. Frustrated and scared, I yelled louder, but got nothing again. I raised my hand, prepared to slap him, but hesitated. If the yelling didn't work the smack probably wouldn't either. I had one more option before I just had to carry him. I crushed my lips against his, and as soon as my lips touched against his the chocolate orbs were flung wide open.
"Carlos?" he said, the panic clear in his voice as he looked around. Flames were licking at the corners of the bedposts and we quickly stood up on part of the wood floor that wasn't burning. "We have to get out now!" he yelled even though I was only two feet away. Taking my hand, he led me on a path of untouched wood on an aisle in between roaring walls of fire. We made it to the door of our bedroom, opening it to find the entire living room and kitchen beyond were also on fire.
"Logan! Carlos!" I heard Kendall's voice ring out. We both looked around, the bright reds and oranges of the fires disorienting us. Both of our eyes eventually settled on the doorway out of 2J, seeing Kendall, James, Katie, and Mama Knight standing outside in the hallway, the sprinklers going off out there but doing nothing to quell the conflagration in the apartment. "Follow the path," I heard him call to us, seeing a path created by more completely unscathed wood leading in a maze around the apartment floor.
We wandered through the maze of fire until we came close to the exit. Logan pulled me a little faster, both of us rushing to get out and into the safe wetness of the sprinklers. That's when I heard a loud crack sound out above us. We both looked up, and I could see a ceiling beam starting to weaken right above our heads. In a flash, Logan switched places with me, pushing me toward the door.
"LOGAN NO!" I screamed at him, but it was too late. The beam fell, crushing his body to the floor underneath it. I was about to rush to get him out when I felt a strong hand pull me back. "Kendall let me go!" I wailed as I watched Logan's clothes catch fire. Logan gave me a sad smile before placing his hands under his chin, relaxing his head in his final moments. He then opened his mouth to speak.
"Remember this always Carlos," he yelled over the creaking of breaking support beams, "I loved you with all my heart." Then he screamed in agony once before a ceiling beam dropped in front of the door.
I sat up in the bed, my body drenched in sweat. Apparently my body heat had forced Logan to let me go, as he was turned the other way and partially outside the covers. I looked at the clock once more.
'5:19'
The ten minutes of dream had taken over two and a quarter hours to finish. It had all gone by in such a blur… I had felt dread, panic, security, and grief within that seemingly short period of time, and they were lingering we me and staying in my thoughts.
I decided that now was the time for my shower. I couldn't go back to sleep and face whatever the next horror that my imagination brought on would be.
A/N: I love this chapter. And I love hurting people. Does that make me an awful person? Yeah, I think it does. But I embrace my awfulness.
Anways, I hope I wrote this to be unbelievable at points, since the second dream (which took two and a half pages in Microsoft word) is really supposed to be twisted and horrible. Now you all feel sorry for Carlos; I give you a :D for finding the point of this chapter. But next chapter you certainly won't feel as bad for him (hint is: he does something that isn't too pity worthy, if you catch my drift).
Anyways, I'm going to sleep now because I poured all of my energy into this chapter. Please do review, I want to know if I was horrible enough to Carlos to make you pity him. I'll make it up to you by being really nice to him in every chapter after…um… 11? 12? I don't remember. Anyways, thanks for reading, and good morning/afternoon/night to you all!