Hey guys! I'll let you all in on a little secret... This hole story is actually based on an epic double dream i once had, just with some minor addendum's and with an a lot more details, And yes, it was a pretty long dream, and as you probably know, they don't always give that much sense, at least not before you actually write it down (if you at all remembers it) just happy it continued the next night XD
And as said, i did improvise some of it, but this part was actually a big and scary part of the actual dream.. Enjoy...

Warning: Sensitive people may feel a lot of feelings in this chapter, maybe even a tiny bit of disgust..

I don't own X-men...

He avoided me on purpose; it was so easy to see. Whenever I got close to him, he hurried in the upside direction. He didn't want to talk to me, and I had no idea why. What had I done wrong?

Whenever I met him in the hall, in the kitchen, or any other place, he just ignored me, and so he did at bedtime. We hadn't talked to each other since that awkward episode in the kitchen, which were more than a week ago. He was almost never around, and when he actually was, he just sat in that lonely three in the backyard. Whenever I went to bed, he either wasn't there, or already at sleep.

He almost never showed up at dinner either, which wasn't normal, at all. Maybe he was sick or something? I remember the first couple of days after we escaped the circus and just how weak and unhealthy he was, it wasn't really a pleasant sight.

The worst was the side effects of the drugs they used on him, that slowly destroyed him from the inside. He had cramps and cold sweat every night caused by withdrawal. It took many days and nights before it finally went off, but even though he doesn't go into fever-cramps anymore, I'm sure he still thinks back on it from time to time. Maybe that was the reason of his latest depression. Or maybe it was me. Maybe I was the one responsible for his bad mood. No matter what, he wasn't himself…

I took it as nothing too personal (I know, I was a little naive) but then he began to train with Tinka instead of me, and that made me mad. I felt jealous whenever I saw then together, laughing, smiling. I ended up spying on them, I wasn't proud of it, but I did it anyway. I was never close enough to really hear what they talked about, but as I heard them say my name a few times, I knew they were talking about me. Why didn't he just talk to me? If he kept talking about me behind my back, it had to mean he had something to tell…

I stood up earlier and earlier trying to catch him before he ran off again, but no matter how early I woke, he was always gone. One night I decided to stay awake to keep an eye on him, and as I suspected, he woke up in the middle of the night. He woke in a sudden, as if waking up from a nightmare. He took a hand to his apparently sweaty head, and just as I was about to tell him I too was awake, he decided to stand up and leave the room…

I (of cause) followed him. Why? Because I was to curios to just stay in bed and wait for him to come back inside, plus, he might just stay awake, and if so, then it wouldn't help at all to go back to bed. To my disappointment, he just went to the bathroom. I was about to leave him to do his own business, as it felt wrong to be a creeper who stood right outside the door, waiting for him, but then I heard whining coming from inside. I wanted to knock on the door and ask him if he was alright, but I didn't dare to. Instead I waited, and waited a little longer, while listening to his sad voice blaming himself for everything that had happen to us, to him, and to me. All the terrible reasons he came up with, made my heart ache. I just wanted to give my best friend a hug, nothing else. Well, maybe I would tell him that he shouldn't blame himself too, but mostly just hug the hell out of him. I knew he felt guilty, but not this much. I could hear the cries getting louder and louder, and for a minute I was afraid that he were gonna wake everyone up, but then the crying stopped. A small minute went without a single sound coming through the door, and then it slowly opened. The door stopped right beside my face, which made me able to hide behind it.

He walked downstairs, probably heading to the kitchen since I hadn't seen him at dinner. I slowly followed him, observed him and his every move, just to make sure I didn't miss any kind of detail. He entered the dark kitchen without turning on any light, and why should he? He was able to see in the dark just fine, so light seemed meaningless. Besides, it wasn't too dark to see at least something. He opened the fridge, but didn't seem to take anything. Instead of eating, he chose to sit down at the table. He let his head sink into his arms that had placed themselves comfortably on the table, almost as a little nest, before he began to cry again. He just sat there all alone, without anyone to talk to. Heck, he didn't want to anyway.

That was it; I couldn't just stand there, pretending to be a ghost, when my best friend needed me. I turned on the light, and watched how it slowly illuminated the room. First thought was that they really needed to get the lights fixed, but then I saw Kurt's big bright watered eyes looking back at me. I slowly walked closer to him, while telling him not to run away from me again. As I was just inches from him, he decided to go against my words and ran off through the back door.
I ran after him, and even though he ran fast, he didn't run as fast as he used to, which made it possible to actually be able to follow him. He jumped over the hedge, and I phased through it. We ran across the road and into the nearby forest. Of cause it had to be a dark, scary forest.

In reality, we weren't supposed to leave the house, since it wasn't safe. The government in New York, and in any other state/country, was against mutants, but to make everything worse, they had even allowed mutant killing to be a thing. So, if someone saw a mutant, or suspected you to be one, then they got the rights to kill you. There was no mercy, not even for kids. When I heard that the first time, I didn't really believe it, but then this terrible day came…

I could hear his hard breathing, he was getting tired, and so were I, but that didn't stop him. He kept running on all four, and as I got more and more exhausted, he just speeded up. "Leave me alone Keety, I don't wanna talk to you! Why can't you just leave me alone?" He suddenly yelled, and I felt my heart break. It was now confirmed: He hated me, but that didn't stop me from yelling back: "Because you're my best friend you idiot! I knew that from the first day I saw you! Heck if it wasn't for me, you would still be trapped in a cage as an animal! You need me! And I need you…"

That was when he stopped running. At first I thought my words finally made him realize how stupid he had been, but as I came closer, I finally realized that he had found something…

A boy. A blond haired little boy lay dead in the dirt. He didn't seem too old, maybe five, or six years. He had been a mutant, that was easy to see. His left leg was oddly bended into his right leg, and he seemed to be missing both hands. His eyes were wide open, showing only the white part of them. Blood seemed to have been running from his mouth down his chin, and then there were the worst part, which wasn't the boy himself, but what had been slammed into him: The metal rod. Someone had violently slammed it through his rips, and all the way through his inner organs. He had been murdered.

I felt my eyes watering, and my stomach went into minor cramps. I felt like I was gonna throw up, and while all these feelings overtook me, Kurt just stayed on that same spot, and kept looking down at the poor boy. I was unable to read his face expression, as he pretty much had been sad from the beginning, but I'm sure I saw fresh tears develop.

While flies kept flying around the dead body, my eyes started to sting. I felt myself have a mental break down, and I just couldn't hold back the tears. I cried, not only for the poor boy, but for how awful and unfair the world had ended up being.

"We have to get back Keety, we aren't save out here" Was all he said before he turned around and jumped off, with me right behind him…

I didn't eat anything that morning. How could I with that sick picture stuck inside my head. Kurt didn't eat either; actually, he wasn't even present. As far as I knew, he could be anywhere, but then I heard the sound of glass being broken, and then a loud painful yell broke out, coming from the bathroom. I asked the others to stay in the kitchen, and so they did.

I was startled at the sight of a broken mirror, and blood, blood all over the floor. As soon as I got my eyes on the blue fuzzy clad crying in the corner, I hurriedly opened the cabinet filled with medical surplices, took what I needed, and then sat down beside him. I asked him for permission to help him with his wounded hand, and got a slight nod. I asked him why he had injured himself on purpose, and he simply answered with: "I don't know, it just felt right…"

So, here's a question for you: Have you ever had a crazy, awesome and totally epic dream before? If yes, then leave a review and tell me how cool it was! I'm listening...

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