"Your fault."
"You killed my son."
"I'm sorry for your loss."
"It's all your fault."
"YOUR FAULT!!"
I woke up screaming.
"Mmmm. Scott....?" Mitch woke up from next to me. "Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
I breathed hard. I was drenched in sweat and my head felt dizzy.
"Are you okay?" Mitch asked again.
"Yes." I said finally. "Just a stupid dream."
"What was it about?"
I frowned. "I don't remember."
Mitch lauged. "Yeah right."
"No really. It's weird. I don't remember anything."
And I wasn't lying either. I really couldn't remember a single part of the dream.
"Whatever. Ohhhhhh. What time is it?" Mitch asked, stretching.
"Five thrity three."
Mitch blinked a few times. "Huh. That's weird. I don't remember falling asleep...Especially at your house, what am I doing here??" Mitch yelled, pulling away.
I shrugged at the TV. "We must've fallen asleep watching SpongeBob or something. You remember last night, don't you?"
Mitch nodded. "Yeah now I do."
I shrugged. "Well....."
"I...I'm gonna go take a shower..!" Mitch stuttered. "Where's the-"
"Second door to your right...!"
"Yeah. Uhm." He banged his shoulder on the wall and clumsily fell over. I laughed.
"Hey." I called.
He turned around. "Yeah?"
"You're a really nice kisser."
Mitch's face started to burn, first just red, but then steaming scarlet.
But then his flushed face suddenly turned into a vision, flashing around.
I saw a guy laughing with me.
I saw me wapping my arms aroun him.
I saw me and the guy holding hands.
I saw us kissing.
All of it came to me strong, like a memory.
Just then my head hurt again and I saw the very last vision.
The guy turned and I saw his face.
I gasped and fell over, choking.
I knocked over a few laps and they fell to the ground with a clang.
"SCOTT?" Mitch's coice called out from the bedroom. "Is everything alright? What's going on? Are you okay?"
"Mitch..?" I called breathlessly.
"Yeah?"
"H....have we...have we met before?"
There was no answer.
The guy I saw in my vision was Mitch.
