Marks P.O.V.

'Good night Mark,' Matthias said while rubbing his eyes. It seems like the curse of sleep enchanted you all.

Your friend looks at you before smiling his last smile of that day. He yawns before saying his sorry and takes off to the master bedroom.

'Night,' you whisper, only responding with one word.

Now that the guestroom and the master bedroom are taken you assume you have to sleep on the couch. The couch is long and soft so you cannot nag about that. You get yourself a blanket only to stay warm.

You are that kind of person that gets it cold very easily. You feel which of the blankets the best is. At the end you stand there with two super comfortable blankets.

You close your eyes and trough the blankets in the air, the one you catch will be the one you will sleep with. Good for you it is the brightly pinked blanket that belongs to Matthias his wife.

Women blankets are the best, aren't they?

Convinced that you choose the best blanket the world has ever seen you make your way to the couch. Your big hearted friend had stored a few clothes that belonged to you so if you randomly would visit you had something to wear.

You are grateful for such a good friend and open one of the drawers where he wrote your name on. What you find are clothes where you may or may not fit in but that does not matter to you.

The first thing you grab is your old moustache pyjama, black with white M's on it that has been made-up by some pink moustaches.

However that was only the trouser. It seemed like you never owned a shirt in the same print. You squeeze the trouser in your hand, while walking back to the couch.

It is dark outside and something makes you have gooseflesh. Maybe because you played too much horror games? It would however explain a lot.

You banish the thought of something evil hiding in the shadows and undress yourself, skipping your underwear.

As you let the shirt you where wearing all day slide over your arms you look at yourself. There are thousands of girls that think you are the hottest of them all but you do not understand why?

You yourself are convinced you look like everybody else, that you look good but not so good that every girl would want to hug you or kiss you or everything on that road.

The fabric of your jeans goes down your legs and ends falling to the floor. You hold yourself back from looking down and just jump into your pyjama.

The trouser you missed goes all the way to over your hips and you sigh, thanking god that he gave you this.

Your naked six-pack does not make you feel naked or exposed it makes you feel like a man. And because you are in a very well shape you stopped minding about other seeing you like this.

You lie down in your couch that has to serve like a bed and yawn, sleep is taking over your mind. You role all the way in the blanket and smile a little, before closing your eyes.

After an hour has past you cannot seem to go to sleep and stare at the ceiling. Your eyes are heavy but you know that if you close them nothing will happen.

You remember that song Y/N singed for you in the hospital and you try to gain back the memory that tells you what the lyrics were.

You open your mouth and close your eyes so the words do not have to be afraid that somebody will see them. You sing.

'Sleep my little child; close your eyes in safety. Sleep my little child and together we will flee, to a place not far from here a place I taught you to love, with all your heart and above.'

The words come dripping out of your mouth and you smile while singing them. After the second time singing the song you cannot hold back your slumber and hoist your white flag, surrendering yourself to sleep.

As you close your eyes you sigh.

*Timeskip few hours later*

You hear the sound of your best friend screaming in pain and torture. You wake up directly and jump out of the couch before running to the guestroom.

The door is locked and you scream Jacks name over and over again but you gain the same answer every time you try to call him: A scream in fear and anxiety.

Your heart brakes while you hear him scream and you cannot hold back all the bad thoughts that run through your mind. You take a few steps back and run into the door. The door breaks and you stand in the opening of what was once an entering place.

Jack is moving around, kicking his feet and screaming into his pillow. He sweats and screams again but he does not open his eyes. You gasp in fear and do not know what to do.

You eventually decide it is better to wake him up and you do so, first only calling his name.

The Irishman is still asleep and screams again until Matthias rushes down the hallway. You hear his footsteps and make some room for him.

You hold Jacks cold hand and pet it softly. Matthias stares in shock to the broken door and his screaming friend.

Jacks small body squirms, crouches and sweats but that does not wake him up. His green hair his everywhere except where it is suppose to be.

The black sheets he lied on are on the floor, his shivering body is colder than it has ever been. You scream his name again, no respond.

He keeps yelling but then...

He stops. He does not move, breath or live. You first think he is dead just then you recognize a few words coming out of his throat.

'Don't die. Please mate, I cannot live without you. I love you so much and I...' are the words Jack is calling out. You understand he is saying that in his dream and probably to you because he always calls you mate.

He starts to move again, shaking over his whole body he screams and shivers. You cannot take it anymore and push his small body.

He wakes up with a heartbreaking scream and looks around. His eyes are big, his skin is pale and his hair is messy.

Jack shoves to the other side of the bed, staring in fear at his own hands. He is still shivering but not as bad as before. You slowly come near and hug him, but he pushes you pack in fear.

'Do not come close to me, It will kill you. Go away,' he whispers and you die from the inside. He is telling you to back off. What is happening to your best friend?

You do not let go of him, you only grab his body tighter and he refuses by shaking and kicking but you are stronger than him.

Eventually it seems like he used all of his energy and he stops kicking or pushing. He only lies there and you kiss him on his head.

'Ssssh,' you shush him and he listens. Jack takes a deep breath and warns you again: 'You are dead,' he whispers and you gasp.

'It's okay. I'm still here. Just go back to sleep.'

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that got dark so soon! OMG! i did not expect that. blame my hands and fingers!:)

thank you guys so much for reading and sorry that i did not update yesterday because i was doing something fun and forgot the time so i am very sorry!

the next chapter will be a Jacks pov because i think his dream is going to be interesting.

I love you cornflakes!

Stay BOSS!!!

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