Based off an actual nightmare I had! (Dont ask)

 Mark awoke with a startle, he would've jerked up if he wasn't tied down. He looked around, wondering why he was in his old bedroom, tied to his old bed. He wondered where Jack was too, the last thing he remembered was falling asleep next to him.
"Hello?"
He called out, but to no avail. His bedroom was dark, he wondered what time it was and how long he'd been here.
"Help! Please!" He tried desperately to break free from his chains but he couldn't, still not alert from waking up moments ago.
But Nobody came.
Time passed slowly, or quickly - he couldn't tell how long he'd been there until the door eventually opened. He thought I'd be Jack or his parents yelling 'Gotcha!' but nope, it was a masked being. Mark couldn't see their face, or any other features. Just black clothing head to toe. A group walked into the room, carrying something above their heads.
"Who are you?! Why are you carrying a coffin!?"
Panic, utter panic. Was the coffin for Mark? Or was there somebody in it? Would he die here?
They put the coffin onto the floor in front of his bed. "Who's... in i-it, I don't understand."
Presumably the leader turned to him not taking of their mask.
"Jack."
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Mark jolted awake with a yelp, his hair stuck to his forehead. He immediately covered his eyes. "No coffin, No people, p-please!" He was shaking, when he felt a hand rub his arm.
"Mark? Hey, shh it's okay. It's just me, Jack."
Jack. He's alive!
Mark took his hands from his eyes and hugged Jack, still shaking. The Irshman hugged bac, concerned for his boyfriend. "Shhh, It's okay." Jack eased, Mark calmed, "Horrible nightmare..." The red headed man mumbled into his boyfriend's chest.  

It was just a nightmare.