We sat down, and ordered our food.

Our conversation was light, not much, just about the band and that jazz.

I heard Lee sigh as he got up from his chair, and walk out the restaurant.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Mike asked, his worried look taking over.

I stood up, but Tré out me back down.

"The fuck man?" I looked at Tré.

Lee came back, his body covered in-

"Hey!" He said as he sat down, his hair drooping of blood-

I shake my head, and the food comes out.

Lee looks over at me, him not covered in blood- waitz was that my imagination?

"Billie?" Lee asks.

"I think I'm cracking up."

Lee looked at me, his face mixed with concern and this-is-not-the-time-for-jokes.

I did not mean to reference one of our songs.

I looked at Lee, his face-

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I yelled.

I backed away. Or tired to, but I couldn't.

"W̶̼͔͇̣̜͎̹̬͎͔͕̯͍̣̘̫͑̔̈́̄͌̔͗̄̿̈̑̉̾̌̀̅͠͝͝͝h̷̨̨̞̺̮̦͕̼̫͈̒̏̓̉̚͘̕a̸̘̣̞͕͕͙̮̘̠̬͊͊͐̓̑̉͂͋́́̀̕͜͜͝͝͝͝ẗ̸̲͔̱̯̣̜͕́͛'̷̡̜̲͎̳̺͖̪̖̳͚̫̋͆̆͑̌̌̈̇̃̈͗̈́̓̎̎͘͠s̷̝̰̩̞̞͊̾̌̅̿̒̿́̆̾ ̶̧̡̛̛̞̖̖̣͕́̎̌̾̃̉̋͑͒̀̀͆̀̔̚̚͜͜w̵̻͋̾̒̀̆͗̾̓́͋̑͋͋̓͠ŗ̶̨͍͔̘͕̘̟̹̭̞̱̤̫͊̏͛͜ơ̸͈̱̮͎̟̣̱̮̪͎̤͔͆̒͒́̊͑̋̐̈́̉͑̍̅̏̆̂̈́͋̅̕͘ņ̶̡̖̞̩̞͍̝̉̋͂̄g̴͍̥͖͚͎̱̣̱̤̘͈̘̞̲͍̜̔̆̾͋͗̐̈́̈̈̈́̿͑̕͘͝,̶̛͖̱̉̒̕͝ ̶̨̛̗͖̬̦̜̼̠̗̳͉̬̾̍͑̄̉̅̃̉́̃̽̽̾̈́̅͘ͅB̸͙̭̮̦͖̻͍̠̬͇͚̠̭̤͕̼̃̏̆̀̿̈͌͊͋͂̐̽̐͊̕̚͝͝͝ḯ̶̡̛̻̪̹̟̮̪̞̀̆̍́͆̂͆̓̉͐́̒̀̊̅̄̏͘̕̚͘l̴̡̳̫̣̼̯̲͗̀́̒͐̄͌͊̀̓̀͂̚̚l̴̨̨̛̛̟̣͉̮̙̼̖̟̲̟̼̜̞̇̍̈́̊͑͋̅̓̔̉̈́̏̄͗̿̑̾͌̕͘͜͜ͅì̸̡̡̨̻̰̠̩̼̖̻̰̰͍͂̽̕͜͜e̵̛̛̹͌̆́͊͊͐̏̆́͋͊̊͝͠" Lee, or well the demon asked.

The demon taking over Lee and everyone else grabbed me, and started choking me.

Lee's body rose, grabbed a knife, and brutally stabbed me.

.....

I open my eyes.

"HURRY UP, BILLIE!" Tré rushed me I to the restaurant.

"What just happened?" I asked.

"You stood there for thirty minutes, whining as if you were getting killed, let's go!" Tré seemed a bit annoyed.

That wasn't real?

What?