We rode for a while down the road, making sure I kept under the radar and avoided town for the time being. The pain was almost unbearable, and I felt exhausted. Completely drained of energy. The darkness still making sure I don't forget what almost happened to Clyde, making me see his death every time I closed my eyes. His screams bouncing off the walls of my brain. His face being torn apart and splattered at me.. And the laughter.. Gus's cold, dead, soulless eyes as he laughs at the sight of Clyde all shredded up from the bike. All of it.. makes me sick.

    My eyes water, a sickening feeling started to rise. It started in the pit of my stomach, traveling up every time I re-saw his death. Every time I thought about what would have happened to Clyde, the feeling got worse. If I was a second late- Just a second. A half a second, he wouldn- He'd be-.. He'd be dead..

   I breathed heavily, screeching to a stop as I felt the pressure rise more. I unsteadily climbed off the bike, ignoring Clyde as he tried catching the bike out from under us. Almost tripping from the pressure I put on my leg as I made it off the bike, stumbling to the side of the road for cover by some trees close by.

   The feeling reached my throat, causing me to wretch out where I stood. As if trying to puke out all the horrors.. too bad it doesn't work like that. Clyde made his way closer, feeling him come up beside me and messily pull my hair back for me. The tears I felt from earlier coming back and falling freely.

    I finally stopped, left feeling shaky as I heaved deeply. I knew now was not the time to freak out, but after that.. I can't really think of a better time. I stopped my crying for the most part as I felt my hair slowly being let go of. I backed away from the area, turning as I stressfully paced away for a brief second. I stopped abruptly, bending over and resting my hands on my knees as I tried recomposing myself.

"H-..How?.. How did you know I was there? And how the hell did you know to come with knives? And my scarf?? I saw what you did! How the hell did you see my scarf.. There's no way you could have noticed that in the moment, no fucking way!" He started off quiet, obviously scared and shocked, as he grew increasingly loud with his words. I knew he was mad, Christ, I would be too if I were in his position. I ignored him, turning away from him and limping pathetically the other way.

"Wait!" He rushed closer, hearing him stop as I do, leaning against a tree and carefully lowered myself to the grass below me. I looked at the road, opposite of him, not wanting to make eye contract with him as he slumps to the ground beside me.

".. I saw it.. In my dreams. That's how I've seen everything that's been going on." I mumbled, not sure if he'd believe me at this point.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Who dreams of watching people die!?" He yelled defensively. I grinned bitterly, looking elsewhere as I tried not to be disheartened. So they really won't believe..? Even after they face it? No. Clyde's different.. I'm sure he'll.. He has too..

"You remember when I said this town has secrets? Well, what I didn't tell you is that you already know about it. About Pet Sematary.." The air shifted at the very mention of the place. A sharp jolt of pain coming from my leg, blenching from the pain. I strained, looking down at my leg. I gagged, averting my eyes for a second as my eyes caught glimpse of blood and puss that bubbled out from the wound.

"Shit! Your leg!" He cursed. He sprung forward from his spot and started to look over the wound, his face grimacing at the sight. 

"It's fine." I hiss out painfully. He shook his head at me, looking at me in disbelief.

"We should get you to a hospital." He suggested worriedly. I shook my head frantically, pulling him back to the ground.

"NO!! It's not safe right now. The last thing I saw was you die- Nothing after that! I have no clue where it is right now. Shit! For all I know it could come running out of those woods any moment now! .. Although.. Maybe It thought we left town or something.. No, scratch that. It knows I wouldn't leave Jeff, or my dad behind. Gus'll come after us, sooner or later.. Or draw me out.." I say, trailing off at the end, talking to myself more than anything. He sighed agitatedly, staring at me for a long minute, his eyes averting to my leg before ultimately choosing to sit back down anyways. I look out in front of me, gazing at the road dejectedly. All this heart ache, sadness and grief I felt.. I miss you mom..

   The dreams slowly played out in my already racing mind. The last nightmare was so hellishly real, it was like I was in a dream now. I was starting to think I was only dreaming I had saved Clyde and really he had been killed. Killed by Gus and his own scarf. My eyes water again before I could push them down. The tears resurfaced, streaming down my face as my hands tried to catch the rogue tears.

"Hey. Look. If this was because I yelled, I'm sorry. I was just a little freaked is all, I mean, can you, can you blame me? That was some scary shit! And if you really don't want me too I won't bring you to the hospital. We'll, we'll stay here for a while or something. Just-.. Just please stop crying." He tried, clearly awkward and unsure how to comfort me, but he tried. He wasn't rude at least, and hearing him try was almost sweet enough to have actually worked. He hesitantly reached out and placed a hand on my uninjured leg comfortingly, trying to distract me from my tears. I sniffled, shaking my head at him as I wiped my eyes once more.

"No, it's-.. Since we moved here, I've had nothing but those stupid dreams. Between my mother and seeing who's going to die next. I saw them bury the dog- I warned them not to like he told me to! He warned me not to let any of this happen, and I still let it! All this started because I let them bury that Goddamn mutt! I just- I felt bad because he lost his- his dog.. And he missed him. I knew he was hurting.. It wasn't his fault Gus shot him..! That's when he told me that it was too late. Unless I could have stopped them from burying Gus. Halloween night was my last chance of making sure none of this happened.. But-.. How, if they didn't believe me?! What was I supposed to do!? How was I supposed to stop Gus from hurting Drew? Or Zowie from hurting Gus? Jeff promised he wouldn't! He's never-.. He's never broken a promise like that..! Gus came back just like Drew's dog.. And he came back to kill just like the dog did! Everything that comes back from that place, comes back evil!" I explained vehemently. The tears heavy in my eyes as I vexed my frustration to him. The desperation of not wanting any of this to happen. Of not wanting anybody to get hurt. The guilt of letting it happen.. It was silent for a minute as I tried calming myself again. Him trying hard to comprehend everything.

"Right, right. Just, uh.. Aunna. Who's 'he'?" He asked me, noting the faint quaver in his voice. I turn my gaze back to him, shrugging my shoulders slowly. A feeling of relief washing over me. He looked scared but, he looked.. He looked like he believed me. Like I wasn't crazy. 

"He warns me of the bad things.. and tells me things. On Halloween, when you were telling everyone the story of Louis, he was telling me the truth. He told me how Louis lost his son. And how he wanted to bring him back despite the warnings. He said he tried to get Ellen to stop it, but she was only a kid and they wouldn't listen to her either. So he tried to get Rachel to stop it. But.. she died too. So Louis decided to bring her back.. He just, he wanted his family back.. And, and that's what Jeff plans to do. He plans to bring our mom back from the dead like they did with Drew's dog and Gus." I looked back at him, surprised to see that he hadn't run off yet thinking I was delusional or something.

"Clyde..? Pet Sematary? It's a place where people can bring back the dead.. only they don't come back the same.. I need to destroy the burial grounds, but first I need to stop Jeff and kill Gus and Zowie." I sucked in a deep sharp breath and exhaled. I put my hands to my face, rubbing my hands over my face exasperatedly.

".. Well, that's a lot to take in. Jesus.. Can I ask you something? You said you could see when bad things happen, and you seen he was gonna kill me, right? If you knew about it.. than why did you come and save me? Not just that but the Sematary..!? Are you sure? People been buryin' their pets there a long time. There's been some spooky ass stories about the place but.. To actually bring back the dead..? Geez.." He asked ponderously, starting to trail. I couldn't help but think he was reliving his encounter with Gus, feeling bad I didn't just warn him in the first place. I looked at him for a moment and gave a dry chuckle as I shrugged once.

"I asked myself the same thing. If you were gone then my brother wouldn't have to deal with your bullshit.. But, I.. How was I supposed to do that..?" I stopped for a moment and looked down at my leg. Trying to focus on that pain versus the emotional distress I felt. 

 "I saw it both times, as Gus rips you off of Jeff and you telling him he can't lay a fuckin' finger on you. So he hits you, drags the bike over and starts up the engine. Revs it- I saw it all, Clyde. I saw you die twice, Clyde. Twice. And each time I saw your scarf fly up and get caught in that fucking tire. Each time I had to watch your face get pulled up and-.. It takes your nose off! It took your whole fucking face off..! And through all of it he just laughs! Laughs as he keeps revving the engine, sending blood, skin, and brain splatter ev-.. You know what it's like to have a dream like that? To actually feel it!? TWICE!? And not to be able to do anything..? I could have just let you died. I mean you tried to beat up my brother the first day we got here, all your stupid fucking mom jokes and so-called pranks..! But I couldn't just let you die..! Not like that.. Guess I just couldn't really picture this town without you in it, or something." I started loosing myself again part-way through, still being able to feel the dream. I don't think I'll ever be able to shake that feeling.. I sniffed, more tears falling as I tried stopping myself from continuing. He doesn't need to know.. Honestly I think he had learned at this point to just let me rant, sensing the build up as I flew through my words. So many buried emotions, I flowed through them quicker than someone with Bipolar disorder. (Hi, I'm Borderline Personality Disorder, I'm your cousin. Nice to meet ya)

"I'm sorry. I've just been yelling this all at you and-.. The cemetery can bring back the dead... if you know where to go. Zowie, Drew's dog, died shortly after we got here. Gus shot him, being the typical asshole he is. But I had a dream that the dog came back evil, that was the first day I came to school looking for Jeff. To make sure they weren't going to bury him. I had another dream before Halloween, that time showing me Zowie killing Gus. Which he did end up doing.. the night Gus crashed the Halloween party. Gus was gonna hit Drew with a grave cross, so I tried stopping him. Lotta good that fucking did.. I wasn't able to do shit to stop any of it. That's what really happened to my ear. Jeff brought me to the hospital, after promising he wouldn't bury Gus in the Sematary, like I told him not too. But they buried him anyways, and he came back. And next.. My mom's coming back. Jeff is going to bury her.. and she'll make sure I'm first on her list." I inhaled deeply, knowing what I was going to have to do soon. I tilted my head back to him some, a sad smile on my face as I tried to be genuine.

"Oh, and. Thanks for the jacket by the way. I wasn't really serious when I said you owed me a new one." I give a lame smile. He seemed taken back at first, a slow smile starting as he turned back to face the road sharply. His cheeks tinted a cute shade of pink. My feelings for him enough to make me forget the excruciating pain I felt for a split second. He hums questioningly to himself, raising a brow as he glances at me.

"That's quite the story you got there.. Too bad I ain't got much of a choice but to believe it now do I? Wish I didn't. But considering your telling me shit that happened, when I know you weren't there.. My scarf.. Nobody could of- I just- How is any of this even possible, though? The dead coming back to life? Seeing the future??! That's not- How? I don't get how you can see everything. I mean it's impossible, isn't it?" I almost smiled at his sarcasm at first, letting him have a turn to vent as he began to question everything.

"Trust me.. It's not like I really wanted to believe it at first either.. But.. I don't know. He just, shows me and warns me.. I, I think his name was Victor? He's not bad but.. Well.. There's something else that's been haunting my dreams since I got here too. It's darker. It-..It usually takes the form of my mom. Trying to make me feel bad, trying to scare me, trying to stop me from saving you. That's why I freaked out in class and left, because.. " I stared elsewhere, ashamed for my freak out in class. Ashamed I've been letting this thing get to me. There's the, the chance that.. maybe it really is mom. And she really does just hate me for what I said. For what I did to her..

"So that explains why you've been freaking out so much. Man, I just thought you were crazy.. I was still into it but I mean.. So, how'd you know it was me that got the jacket anyway?" He joked, a slight pause when referring to the jacket. Rather he was actually trying to lighten the mood or not, it worked. Both of us sharing a smile and a long look. I felt my face heat a bit, rolling my eyes playfully as I looked away.

"Gee, thanks. And, gee, I don't know. I mean, it was kinda obvious." I puffed, looking back at the area behind us. I lowered myself down carelessly, thudding back onto the ground as if it were a nice comfy bed. My body screaming for rest.. actually it was screaming in pain, but also rest. Rest was what I needed most. Clyde's hand shot out, as if to help lower me to the ground before I had just let gravity do the rest. He exhaled quietly, suppressing a chuckle as he tiredly laid back on the ground behind him also.

"I'm surprised you hadn't run away yet. Seriously. My keys are still in the bike, I'm clearly not gonna be chasing after you.. I mean I just told you I heard a voice inside my head, telling me who's going to die next. My mother talks to me, and tells me I'm going to be the first one she kills. And that a cemetery can bring back the dead. Not only that but Gus is a fucking walking corpse right now, and he just tried to kill you." I list sarcastically. He nods solemnly, slowly turning to me with heart warmed eyes.

"It is hard to believe. But, I was literally just almost killed by Gus. Or whatever the fuck that thing was-.. But I didn't. Because you stopped it from happening. You warned me before to be careful. You knew.. This whole time.. I knew this town was bat shit crazy with all sorts of weird shit going on. Maybe I wouldn't have guessed this, but it was still pretty fucked up even before then. Too much makes sense. Serious question this time.. If you knew that it can bring back people, then why haven't you brought back your mother? Have you, uh, have you thought about trying to bring her back..? In the beginning.." He asked curiously. Hesitant. 

"No. When I said I dreamt of Zowie coming back evil, I more meant felt. I can feel them.. not human, anymore.. You seen Gus. It might look human, like Gus- but it's not." I feel him shift around beside me. Quiet as he seems to be holding something back.

"I, uh.. I should probably tell you something.. I might have been the one to give Jeff the idea. Of- Of bringing your mom back." I turned to him sharply, him looking down guiltily.

"What do you mean?" He avoids my eyes for a brief pause before working up the courage to face me.

"I- It wasn't on purpose! Well, it was but I wasn't tryi- I was giving him shit one day, and I might have mentioned something about your mom.. and, and burying her.. in the.. in the sematary.." He explained, trying desperately to dodge the blame but eventually gave in. His eyes staring at me apologetically. I nod, understandingly as I rolled my head up to look at the sky above us.

"No. It's not your fault, Clyde.. Jeff would have done this regardless. Even without you implanting the idea in his head, the minute he heard about it, his mind was made up." I sigh. Has Jeff really been planning this? All along? It remained silent for a while, suddenly realizing he was staring at me. I looked at him curiously, silently questioning him.

"I'm sorry.. For everything. The cat, your brother.. the whole mom thing on Halloween.. I shouldn't have done that shit to you." My eyes flickered away for second, reflecting on the shit he's been putting us through since we moved here. Mainly my brother.

"It's fine. How 'bout you just stop being a dick from now on, huh?" I chuckle out, causing him to laugh shortly.

"I can do that.. I'm sorry for punching you too by the way. I really wasn't expecting you to shove him out of the way like that. You're ballsier than I expected." I smiled, laughing out with it.

"Yeah, not one of my best moves but.. You got a mean right hook, too. Ya know that?" We chuckled for a second, forgetting about the dangers that were around us for a while. We relaxed more on the ground below us. 

"So.. The nightmares started when you first got here.. and you said, what was his, his name was Victor?" He asked after a while of silence, trying to fully understand.

"Yeah. Well, I didn't know his name was Victor. I just found that out earlier. When the Dark was talking to me." He stared at me for a long moment with squinted eyes, trying hard to follow.

"Right.. Right, okay, yep. Totally normal. And uh.. The first dream was of the dog being buried?" I smiled at his efforts. 

"So what happened after that?" He asked. I sighed and turned to him.

"No, the first one was.. was of my mother. The second one was of the dog." He nods again slowly.

"Okay, just-.. Start at the very beginning." He says, determined to get every little last detail this time.

"Well.."