Dream On, chapter 1

Billie Joe woke up suddenly, his heart pounding. He'd had the dream again. It was always the same; so terrifying, so mysterious. He pulled himself out of bed and wandered along the corridor to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a beer. The dream always came back, night after night. Well. It had stopped suddenly, a bit after they'd gone back to school. But it had come back. Billie Joe wandered over to the couch, turning on the TV and opening his beer. He sat down. The dream always started with someone, their face always hidden, leaning down to kiss him. Then they'd pull away, laughing. They'd shove him onto a bed, ripping off his top. They'd tie him to the bed and take out a knife. They'd circle his chest slowly with the knife, laughing. Then they would stop suddenly and slide it into his chest. The dream would end with his attacker laughing and him screaming and screaming. Billie Joe sighed and pulled his knees up to his chest. No way would he get any sleep tonight.