Desolation Row

Pete awoke it his bed, screaming as he sat bolt upright. A cold sweat dripping from his face as his hands gripped tightly onto the bed sheet, struggling to breathe. Patrick quickly woke up, sitting up as he cupped Pete’s face with his hands, looking him straight in the eye. “Pete it’s ok, you were just having a bad dream” Patrick reassured, trying to calm him down. Pete didn’t listen. His chest felt tight as tears streamed from his eyes; the feeling was back again, stronger this time.

“I... I...saw them. I saw them. She... she k...killed them!” He spluttered, the terror in his eyes scaring Patrick as he held him close. “Deep breaths now ok” Patrick said slowly, trying not to lose his nerve. Pete took three deep breaths, counting to three with Patrick as his breathing steadied. They sat there in the dark for a moment, Patrick holding him close as he kissed him on the forehead; feeling his body shaking with fear. “She killed them Patrick” He whimpered, tears trailing from his reddened eyes as he cried into Patrick’s chest. “What are you talking about?” Patrick asked softly, stroking his boyfriend’s hair. Pete pushed him away, swiftly moving off the bed. He sat on the window ledge, looking up at the midnight sky as he wiped away the tears. The moonlight shone down, spotlighting him as he prayed, as he begged, for them to be ok. Hoping that, wherever they were, they were ok. He felt the feeling tugging at the back of his mind; something was warning him, trying to tell him something. He shuddered, goose bumps scattering across his skin as he tried to shake off the nagging feeling that she had finished them off, that they were finally dead.

“You had that dream again didn’t you” Patrick said quietly, breaking the silence. Pete turned to find Patrick standing in the middle of the bedroom, rubbing the back of his head as he stared uncomfortably at the floor. Pete said nothing, only nodded as he turned back to the world outside the house. He remembered the girl on the train, how she remembered him... the threatening look in her eyes as she left him in the carriage. She seemed so familiar; had they met before? A chill ran down his spine, he couldn’t cope with this, not anymore. He sniffed, bringing his knees close to his chest as he rested his head on them, wishing all the nightmares would go away.

Patrick sighed, slowly pacing up and down the room as he searched his head, trying to find the right words to say to try and bring him, the man he loved, some form of comfort. He eyed his phone, rubbing his tired eyes as he remembered the day they received the picture message of Frank and Gerard. Their smiling faces beaming back at them as a short message quickly followed:

We’re safe. Sorry it had to end this way. Have a good life Frnk xo

Maybe they were safe. Maybe it really was all just a dream, something in Pete’s head which was triggering all this. He just wished he would let him in. He ran his fingers through his hair. He had to know what was going on round here. He used to be the one everyone trusted, that everyone could talk to and share their problems with; what the hell happened? Patrick turned, pacing towards Pete and grabbing him by the shoulders; startling him. “I want to know everything, tell me what the hell is going on” He demanded. Pete shook him off, leaving a confused Patrick by the window as he pulled on a pair of jeans and hoody. “Pete what the fuck is going on? Where are you going?” He cried. Pete grabbed hold of the door handle, flashing Patrick a cold and emotionless look. “You wanna know what’s going on, you wanna know what the fuck is stalking me and keeping me awake at night” Pete sneered, getting up in Patrick’s face. Patrick opened his mouth to speak but no words could come out. “I’ll fucking show you” added, jabbing him hard in the chest as he stormed out of the room, leaving Patrick feeling slightly afraid.

What was happening to everyone?

Notes

Just a filler/ second part to the previous chapter.

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