Death's Tour

I slowly woke up to a hoarse scream. I slept like I bear, so apparently the screamer had been at it for a while. I looked for the source of the horrific noise and saw Mikey on his chair bed, writhing and screams tearing his throat. I quickly got up and started to shake him. When he was unresponsive, I started to panic.
"Mikey, cmon, don't do this to me, man! Not you too!" I begged him, shaking him even more furiously. Slowly, his eyes opened and his hoarse screams faded away. He looked at me, then stared at the ceiling with terrifyed eyes. He swallowed.
"What happened?" I asked stupidly.
"It was a sort of dream..." He pulled himself until he was leaning on one elbow and scratched his neck. "It was just Gerard's eyes staring at me, like they did in the bus when he had the knife. I-I just couldn't handle it I guess," he answered. We sat in silence for a while.
"Listen, you should get back to sleep. It's like 2 in the fucking morning, and we need to be ready for tomorrow. I'm goin back to bed. Do whatever the fuck you want, but I'd reccomend sleep," I suggested to Mikey. I then went back to bed and went back to sleep.

Mikey's POV

I know I should've followed Bob's advice and gotten back to bed, but I was too scared to sleep. Instead, I decided to go downstairs. They kept it light down there for any midnight visitors, and they had good couches. I stumbled down the stairs and padded to the lobby in my still-bare feet. Luckily, there was only the receptionist, who was behind the desk probably looking at stuff that's NSFW.
In every shadow, I saw a pair of hazel eyes staring at me. I flinched everytime I stepped into a dark shadow where I had seen those eyes. The couch was exactly under a light, so i guessed that would be the 'safest' for me.
I sat on the couch for a while, swaying back and forth looking into space. Eventually I fell into a dreamless, uneasy sleep.

Notes

IM SO SORRY
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