It was early in the morning when I woke up in pure confusion and dander about the fact that someone had the courage to wake me up this early. Somebody was shaking me back and forth to wake me up. What was wrong with this particular person to even dare to think about doing this? Everybody knows how much I love to sleep and how much I need my rest. I opened my eyes and looked straight into the worried and confused eyes of Blake.

"Dude, I was scared you'd never wake up," he said with a little bit of hesitation.
"Uh, well, duh! It's like 4 AM, what do you think? Why are you even up? What are you even doing here? You don't live here! How did you get in?" I ask in confusion. How the hell did Blake enter my house? He doesn't have a key or anything, so what's up with that? What is he doing here?

"Well, that isn't important but the..."
"Did you break in?" I interrupted him. He was quiet for a good second.
"Uhm, if you want to see it like that," he mumbled.
"Blake, what the actual fuck?"
"Let me explain it, okay? And please stay calm. I didn't just break into your house for no reason," he said calmly and I moaned as response.

He sighed softly and looked me in the eye seriously. That was the moment when I got scared; Blake could rarely be serious. "Don't get angry, mad or anything, but your parents, you and I got in an accident and we need to get to them immediately," he said quickly and the only thing I could think was: How could that be?

"Are you kidding me? I'm not dumb, Blake, if you thought so. How the fuck could we be in an accident with my parents if I was sleeping and you're here with me?" I asked and started laughing. Did Blake really think he could fool me just like that? I might not be the smartest, but I'm not that dumb.
"It is hard to explain and it will waste a lot of time, so please, just believe me and follow me. Then we'll hopefully be on time to see your parents and get them help," I didn't know if I should believe him or not.

"Get them help? What the hell happened, Blake?" I asked and shot up in my bed, sitting straight and worried sick.
"There was a car accident, okay. Please follow me or we won't be on time," he explained and got up from my bed hurriedly. I did the same an jumped quickly in a pair of jeans. Blake hurried to my window and sat down in it, looking down at the pavement right underneath it.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked and grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him carefully, making sure he won't fall and hopefully will move away from the window.
"This will be the quickest way. Please trust me and just follow me," he said and jumped down. I screamed and looked out of the window to the pavement shocked and was relieved to see Blake waiting for me without any cuts or other wounds. I climbed in the window and looked down scared. It is so far up, how did Blake have enough balls to do this? He is the biggest pussy of the two of us, why didn't he even think about it twice?

"Just jump, don't think. And otherwise I'll be here to catch you!" he yelled at me and tried to convince me to do it. And somehow it worked. I jumped with my eyes closed and let myself fall into Blake's arms. It didn't go completely smoothly and we almost fell on the ground, but it worked miraculously. He put me back on the ground and started running. I decided to follow him and ask him questions later on, when we had found my parents. Maybe he was right and didn't we have much time.

So I kept running and following Blake throughout the streets. Blake had a great stamina, I've always been jealous of it. My stamina isn't even the size of a pea, so I had a hard time enduring. My breath started taking in all the space in my throat and I had a hard time keeping up with Blake. That was the moment I found it was time to ask some questions, just to clear some things up.

"Where are we going?" I asked out of breath and Blake looked over his shoulder at me.
"The freeway," he answered and looked in front of him again. I shook my head flabbergasted.
"The freeway?! Do you know how far away that is?" I stuttered. Keep breathing, stay calm, I told myself.
"Of course I do, but don't you dare start crawling back now! Your parents are out there, they need you," was his answer and I just couldn't think straight anymore.

"Now, you said we and my parent were in the accident. How's that possible if I just woke up? And why didn't you get help first and then get me?" things weren't as clear to me as they were to Blake.
"I will tell you when we get there. So please shut up, or I won't bring you there and you might never see your parents again, Peter. I did this on purpose, because I know you'd be angry with me if I didn't get you first. So enough questions for now and just keep running, please. I'm doing this for you, yeah?" Blake said and started running faster.

I felt the tendency to cry getting closer each step I made. He was right. But where were my parents and what happened to them?

   We've been running for forever and I couldn't hold up any longer. I felt like I could die and just wanted to do so. Where would I be without my parents?
   "Blake, how long is it 'til we are there?" I asked with a voice as high as squeaking brakes.
"It's not that far anymore, why?" He said and I couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't even having a little bit of trouble breathing or running.

   "I just can't go on any longer," I answered ashamed. I heard Blake sigh and he slowed down his pace. It almost became jogging and then it almost became walking, and just then I noticed it was the pace I was 'running' at. I became ashamed.
"Come on, Pete, if you don't keep on running, we won't get there in time. You don't want to do that to your parents," he said and I felt really bad at that moment.

I felt bad that I would disappoint my parents, would fail them. He was right, I should be there for them, but I will faint if I go on any longer.

   "I know, but if I keep doing this, I will be laying on the street. I'm seeing stars and these weird black spots, Blay," I complained and Blake rolled his eyes. "I'm telling the truth, Blake, please, I can't keep running."
"Jump on," he said and I looked confused in his blue eyes, that almost looked grey in this lighting.
   "What?" I stuttered. He patted himself on his back.
"Jump on my back. I'll run, it will be faster than when we'll walk," he explained and after a moment of hesitation I decided to jump on.

He will probably be right. Maybe he knows best at this moment, since he came to get me. It was wobbly at first, but Blake quickly recovered and continued running. He wasn't running as fast as he was before I got on his back, but it was surely faster than if we walked. I could hear the cars driving at high speed getting closer and I felt relieved. This meant we weren't far away from our destination.

   "Are you scared, Blake?" I asked but Blake didn't answer. He just kept running. He started panting. This wasn't a good sign. Blake will not keep this up much longer. We better get there quick or we both will collapse on the street and my parents will never see me again; I will never see them again. "Blake?" I asked again. "Are you scared?"
"Of course I am. We are in the accident, why do you think I'm not scared?" He answered with his voice filled with irritation.

   "What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"Oh, God, Pete, please stop talking," he demanded.
   "No, this is about my parents! I won't stop talking until I've got answers. Apparently it is about us, Blay, how can I act like nothing is going on when there definitely is?"
"Peter, shut your mouth for at least one minute! I can't concentrate and I need my concentration to find your parents," he snapped and I remained silent.

But not for long. I had to know what he meant with the phrase 'we were in the accident' followed by many other words that didn't really stuck to my mind. How could we ever be in a car accident with my parents if we are running the streets right now? How could that ever be if it just happened and I've only woken up half an hour ago?

   "Blake, I just want fucking one clear answer to my question: What the fuck do you mean 'we were in the accident'? Answer me and don't tell me to shut up! I want a fucking explanation!" I shouted. Blake remained silent again and I couldn't stand it. The urge to start slapping him, hitting him, kicking him became enormously huge.

I looked around and saw we were running next to the freeway. Blake jumped over the rails and I could see a car wreck by now. It was indeed the car of my parents. Tears jumped into my eyes. Blake wasn't lying. Oh how I wished he was. I jumped off his back and started running towards the car. I stayed away from it at least five meters, scared of what I would get to see. The car was one big disaster, it couldn't mean any good. I could see an ambulance coming from far, far away.

   "H-h-how..?" I stammered and looked at Blake. He was dumbfounded and just looked at me, not saying anything at all. I scraped all my bravery together and walked closer to the car. Blake did the same. The moment we were incredibly close to the car, some big lights shone on us and I felt relieved; this meant the ambulance was here to help us. I looked up and got frightened.

The ambulance wasn't there, but there was a car that came right at us. I stood nailed to the ground and could only see it's big lights getting closer. Neither Blake could move. The light came closer and closer and Blake and I just stood there. We got hit incredibly hard, just like the car of my parents did.

I opened my eyes and looked into a bright white room. Is this what heaven looks like? I rolled my head over and looked my mother straight into her eyes.

   "Peter, I was scared you'd never wake up!" She said happily and I frowned. She pulled me in a hug and held me tight. I pushed her away and looked her in her eyes. I could see dad sitting behind her in the corner of my eye.
"Where is Blake?" I asked and her look became weird. She took her hands off me.
  "Oh, honey, don't you remember what happened?" She asked me. I shook my head.
"What?" I asked.

   "You, Blake, your dad and I were driving home from the Kensington concert a month ago and we got hit by a ghost driver. Blake was driving, you were next to him, we were on the backseat. You've been in a coma for nearly a month,' she explained.
"Okay, but where is Blake?" I didn't get anywhere with her answer. She shook her head slightly.

   "He didn't survive the crash," the words came out of her mouth as if it was nothing.

"H-he's dead?" I stuttered. Mom nodded. Tears came streaming down my face. That is what he meant in apparently my dream with 'we were in the accident'. We were in the car crash a month ago and he didn't survive. And with that, I felt my life ending as my dream just did.

I lost Blake and I couldn't live without him.

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05-12-2017

Hi guys! I wanted to surprise you on "Pakjesavond*" with this little story. I know it isn't a happy story and particularly not for this occasion, but I decided to do it anyways. I just wanted to give you my first little story written in English to show you what I'm capable of and tell you how much you mean to me. 

I worked really hard on it the last week and I hope you enjoyed. Have a nice evening and a lot of fun.

*Pakjesavond is a special evening on the fifth of December in the Netherlands  (avond means evening in Dutch) where children get presents (pakjes means presents) from an old man named Sinterklaas, so I came up to give this as a present to my readers to act a little bit as this nice guy known as Sint.

- rare Ymke (IEMKE)