A Living Nightmare, chapter 2

Tre bolted upright. This time he could have sworn that it were real. He could still see the loaded barrel staring him in the eye making him feel like a total failure to life.

But there was something else bothering him, disturbing him. Do you ever have a dream that was so vivid you can recall every last detail?. And when you wake it is always at the wrong time and you wish that you could just drift off again and find out what happens next. But no matter how hard you try you can't get that dream back.

That had happened to Tre. But the thing is no matter what he did he couldn't get any of it out of his head. He was so confused. One part of him wanted to know what was going to happen next, but the other half wanted to never dwell on it ever again.

So for the rest of the night he lay there in his bed, not sleeping but not exactly awake either.

It was when morning came that he was finally able to get out of his bed. He hauled himself away from his warm nest of duvet and slowly made his way to his bedroom door. He felt slightly dizzy and so reached for the doorframe for support. Although the dizziness passed just as quickly as it had showered over his body.

He carried on through the small house, just as he passed the phone, it rang. He stopped dead in his tracks, turned around as if there was a huge wild beast behind him and if he moved too fast, then he would be a goner for sure. He hesitantly stretched his arm out and extended his shaky fingers to take hold of the receiver. He cautiously held it to his ear straining to hear. He feared the worst. The voice. The voice that was now haunting him in reality as well as dreamland.

"Tre, is that you?, Helooooo is anybody there?"

A feeling of relief hit Tre like a tidal wave. It was Billie.

"Yo is anyone there?"
"Oh, y-yeah I'm here"
"Hey Tre, em... I was just calling to say that I got us into the Gilman for tonight, and no objections you are coming this time."
"E-em w-well I don't... I mean I'm not sure if I'm up for tonight man."
"I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll be home at about six, ok and Mike is gonna go early."
"Okay... fine, whatever."
"Are you ok man? You don't sound too great!"
"I... I just didn't sleep too well that's all."
"More nightmares huh?"
"Yeah s... something like that"
" Listen take it easy and I will see you later"
"Ok, Bye man"
" Bye"

There was a gentle click and the line went dead. Tre was almost laughing at himself for being scared of the phone call.

He was two steps away and on his was to the junk pile they like to call their kitchen, when the phone rung again. He ran back into the hall, presuming that Billie had forgotten something. Snatched the receiver up and pressed it to his ear.
He was just about to say hello, that's when he heard what he had been dreading.

"Bang, Bang you're dead... Frankie Boy" The message was followed by a vengeful laughter.

This time the click was not soft, in Tre's mind it sounded like a gunshot. He threw the receiver away from him and moved swiftly backwards until his back and head hit the wall on the opposite side of the hall. Knowing full well he had nowhere else to go he slowly slid down the wall, his eyes transfixed on the phone.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed when he finally found himself again and pulled himself upright and walked into the kitchen. He took a glass from the cupboard, trudged over to the sink, shoved the glass clumsily under the faucet nearly cracking it and filled the glass with cool crystal like refreshment.

He sat down at the kitchen table and then came to decision. He was not going to tell Billie about this and he was going to go to the Gilman and try to put this behind him and have a good time with his friends not knowing of the tragedies that were about to follow in hours, days and months to come...