-Mikey's POV-

As much as I tried, I could not seem to move my eyes from Frank's, let alone my whole body. It seemed as if a little more of me disappeared second, by second. Frank's body was still limp, his eyes remained pitch white, staring directly into mine. My thoughts seized to an end as I heard a sharp piercing sound, just like it would sound if a knife were to fiercely enter one's body. It was then I realized the faint images that had crossed my mind. They were far from average; they were almost... Paranormal. No, not almost. They were paranormal. They were various images of a small little girl, maybe six, burning, stabbing, shooting, and drowning many people, aging from young to old. It was the same girl in every image. The image became brighter, and brighter with every scene, each scene getting more violent than the previous.
I had finally managed to wake up and realize that this was all some silly dream.
But I then began to hear the same evil laughter that had been emitted by the little girl in the images. It was when I looked that I noticed I had been cuffed to my bed, arms, legs chained and cuffed to the side, blood stains on the walls, in three dots in the shape making a triangle, and the worst of all: the little girl, whom had appeared to be holding a box of matches, and possibly a small canister of gasoline.
Screams began to escape my mouth, but only came out as
muffled murmurs in the dim lighted room. The small child giggled as she began to pour the canister of gasoline on and around my tightened body. Knowing that I couldn't scream, I began to frantically squirm my way out, accomplishing nothing. The small girl ripped a match along the side of the box, acquiring a small flame. As the match flew through the air, the flame emerged into a much larger flame, frying the small wooden stick that it had once depended on, now being an object as its own, flying through the air, until finally striking down on the gasoline. As the flame hit the gasoline, it grew larger, until vanishing everything in its sight.

Except me.

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I opened my eyes and looked around, noticing that I had been laying on the bathroom floor. I blinked a couple times, making sure I was really lying on the bathroom floor and not dead. I got up and rubbed my head, which seemed to throb quite a bit, along with the rest of my body, which felt as if I had just been thrown in a fire. I remember having quite a large dream in my small nap there on the bathroom floor, but I can't remember anything about it. Not one clip. I couldn't stop wondering how I got on the bathroom floor like that; it wasn't like me to pick any random spot in my own home just to sleep. I mean, I own several beds and couches, it was very unlikely for me to sleep on the floor.
I decided to go check and see how Gerard and Frank were doing. I silently crept around until I came across the guest room, just incase they ended up falling asleep on the floor as well. I didn't know why we would all be sleeping, I mean its 4:34pm.
I silently twisted the door knob open, finding Frank and Gerard peacefully cuddling in a deep sleep. I smirked a little bit and walked out of the room, allowing them to enjoy their nap.
I walked to the kitchen and pulled out a plain mug from the cabinet, setting it under the coffee maker. I set the setting to medium, being that it was a medium cup, and pressed start.
The machine made an odd blending noise after pushing start. Normally it would start pouring automatically. I squinted my eyes and the maker, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. I noticed a couple drops coining from the nozzle, making me wonder why it was empty, being as I just refilled it before my 'nap'. I'm sure even if Gerard did make some, he wouldn't have made this much. And Frank doesn't even like coffee. I took a look at the side of the machine, the arena showing how much water was left. But when I looked, it was full. I took the cup from under the machine and looked inside.
All I saw was exactly three drops of blood, scattered in which looked like a triangle form. I brought my eyes up from the cup, noticing the names 'Mike, Frank, Gerard' splattered on the wall in which looked like blood, with a small three dotted triangle next to them.


I remembered my dream.

Notes

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