Chapter 6: Dream, Dream, Dream

"Hey, Mom?" I asked as I was putting away the dishes while Elliott was following my every move, remaining unseen.
"What?" My mother said.
"I was wondering if I could start sleeping on the couch."
"Sure, I don't see why not."
"Ok, thanks. Oh my gosh, it's hot in here! I think I need some air," I ran out back because I had the feeling Elliott needed to talk to me.

"What went on there?" Elliott didn't hesitate to get to the point.
"I didn't do it," I told him.
"Why not?" He sounded angry.
"Maybe... just possibly... I think I might love Sam, too."
"That's impossible."
"Not really. But in the end I think, no I know, I will have to choose and it's killing me, Elliott. You can at least try to help me right now, can't you?"
"No. You don't underst-"
"Don't you dare say I don't understand, Elliott! You are the one who doesn't understand!"
"I understand completely."
"No you don't. Good night, Elliott." I stomped off and changed clothes and went to bed.

"Brogan." It wasn't a question it was a statement.
"Who's there?"
"Don't listen to him."
"To who? Who are you?"
"I am Everything." It was a fatherly voice. I tried to look around for him but all I saw was black, like trying to remember a dream.
"Well, you're real specific and helpful."
"I know." He said like he didn't realize my sarcasm.
"Who should I stay away from?" I asked frantically.
"Him."
"Who's him?" No reply. "Hello! Are you still there?!" Then a scene came to view in my head. It was terrible!
The sky. The sky was a dark brown like the color of the Mississippi River. Beneath it was a scene of absolute horror that if I was awake I would have screamed and ran, but in my dream, I could feel tears not just my own but everyone around me. I could feel their tears.
Blood painted the ground bodies strewn everywhere. I walked two steps and saw the body of my best friend, Katelyn. Her face was horrible. It had fear written all over it. She died and the last thing she saw was fear. Her face just screamed, "I called for YOUR help but you never came." The next few bodies I saw were of my family, my friends, people I knew, people I grew up with, and they all had that same expression as Katelyn. Suddenly I see someone alive. It was Sam kneeling down by Colton, but they both had wings, wings of pure white. Sam looked up at me and had tears of gold running down his face and he said to me in a whisper only audible to me and Colton, "It's his fault." Colton looked up at me through half closed lids, "Brogan, you could have stopped him. You could have saved us." Suddenly my dream-self looked over to a fallen oak in my and Sam's field. And standing on top of it was a man with blonde hair, blue eyes tinged with red, and black wings. Next to him were two women, two women that I recognized. They were Sarah and Chassidy. Where was Jared? Maybe that was Jared up there. But Jared doesn't have blue eyes. They all three had wings as black as a raven's, as long as a small plane's wings, and they were tipped with red.
"You are no good. You're a terrible person. You did this to them. You helped us." I heard a voice behind me; it was Chassidy talking.
"You filthy BITCH!" I screamed.
"Oh no, no, no! I am not the one who did this. Well, yes I am but only you could have prevented it."
"Where's Elliott?"
"Why should you want to know? He's let's see. How do I put this? He's in a better place."
"What?" You can't die if already an angel. He was supposed to be in the better place already. Wait if she thinks it's better... "He's in Hell." It wasn't a question but she thought it was. I started breathing heavy and almost in tear. I fell to my knees.
"Yes. You may not be the the best, but you are the sharpest."
"IF that was a question, you demon whore, IT would have been RHETORICAL!" I screamed. I broke into convulsive sobs.
"Shshsh, there, there, Sam will hear you. Then what will happen to him when he tries to kill me?" My filthy, brown sun image was eclipsed by Chassidy's wings.
"DON'T YOU DARE LAY ONE OF YOUR FUCKING FILTHY DEMON FINGERS ON HIM," I spat through gritted teeth. I started to run to Sam. She knocked me backward with one of her wings into the other, and man, it felt like being knocked by a wrecking ball into a concrete wall. I had the red liquid all over me. It smelled metallicky, coppery. It was blood. I heard laughter.
"Your best friend's and brother's blood. How nice." My world went dark and I fell into a restless sleep.