"Well, it first started when we first got here. After I saw you.." I started to tell him, looking at him to make sure he was for sure listening to me. He was, closely listening, so I continued.

"I left my mom's funeral early, I wasn't sleeping so I crashed right when I got home. That was the first night I had a dream. It was my uh, my mother. And her accident. She would keep taunting me about it, almost like she already knew she was gonna come back." I started, the mommy topic is still a sore subject to talk about.

"I'm sorry, why would she taunt you about her death?" He questions godsmacked. I stopped, feeling myself get tense as I thought about what I had said to her that day.

"Because I killed her. I told her to disappear with her movies. I made her disappear because I was still mad about the divorce." I say quietly, my eyes lowered. I was... afraid. To see what his face was like when I told him it was my fault that she was dead. Jeff and dad, they keep telling me it wasn't my fault she died, but I just feel like it was my fault. That, I'm the one that killed her, dad said it's probably because I "feel like she died, thinking I hated her. But she was my mother, she knew I didn't hate her." I know he was just trying to help but. But I know deep down, that she probably did think it was my fault she died. That's why she wants me dead so badly.

"Me and her got in a fight before she died, and I didn't even say I loved her back!" I sniffled, and wiped my eyes, still not facing him. I almost yelped when I feel myself being pulled from my spot, crying more as arms wrapped around me in my new spot. Clyde surprisingly soothed me comfortingly as he held me close to his chest. Careful to keep his legs away from my wounded one.

"It's not your fault. You might think it is but it's not. What happened to her is just bad timing and bad luck. Her dying while filming her movie was just a freak accident, there wasn't anything you could have done about that. And, her yelling at you, telling you all those things, it was just a dream. It doesn't mean anything." He tried to reassure. I shook my head.

"You're forgetting I see and hear things in my dream since I got here." I reminded him. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"You can't believe them all, Aunna. It's whatever that's out there doing this. Don't let it make you feel worse for something you had no control over. Alright?" He tried. I wiped my eyes and nodded my head. I didn't want to move, so I decided to continue telling him what happen, hoping it would not only be a good distraction from my guilt and his comfort, but in hopes I wouldn't have to move too. 

"After that, the next day. Well you know that. That was when you took Jeff's cat." I raised an accusing brow. He looked the other way to avoid my fake glare, still not letting go of me.

"After you left and we went to get her. I got a strange feeling coming from the back part of the Sematary. Something... was telling me not to go there. It was like something possessed me to warn Jeff and Drew. I told them to stay away from there. I thought it was the darkness but thinking back on it, I'm sure it was Victor. Guess that was his first warning.. That's when the bad things really started to happen. It was as I said on Halloween, after leaving I stopped by the Creed's house. I didn't mean to go inside, but I felt forced too. So I went in.. I made it through the living room and into the kitchen, but something was pulling me towards a closet door. When I was about to open the door, I saw something. Like in my dreams, only I wasn't asleep for this. I think it was that Louis guy. He was dead, bloody and slashed to death in the closet. Something... or someone rather, killed him. He buried his wife, after he was forced to kill his son. His daughter though, Victor told me they were all dead, so I did some research at the library's archive and found out the daughter survived whatever happened. The night Louis was killed, she was with her grandparents. She committed suicide when she was thirteen, five years after that happened.. Rachel. He brought her back, just for her to kill him, brutally at that. In the.. vision... it was like he was just thrown in the closet. Like he didn't even matter. They don't care when they come back. And the only thing that matters to them is death and despair..

   I left and went home after that. That night I had the first dream. That actually showed me what was gonna happen before it happened. I saw Drew talking to my brother, about how he had to bury Zowie. He said he had to bury him in Pet Sematary, at first I thought nothing of it. But something, Victor, told me not to let them. 'Don't let them go to Pet Sematary.' I saw the dog for what he is now. That was when I first came to school looking for them. I was hoping that it was just some freak thing that was happening, but when I saw they really weren't there I knew they were going to be at the cemetery. Later that night, dad got a call from Drew's mom, saying Zowie came home with some really bad wounds. But alive. So dad brought Jeff and I with him and sure enough Zowie was there. Only I knew it wasn't really him, and the two idiots just convinced themselves that they buried him alive.

   The day before Halloween I saw Zowie attack Gus. Killing him. On Halloween, I saw my mom.. during your prank. I also heard Victor, when you were telling your story, about Louis. That's when Gus came, all that bullshit and Zowie killed him. I made Jeff promise not to bury him in the Sematary but he broke it. They used me as their alibi and after that, that's when Gus came back. Then I had the first dream about you. Yours was different though. I had the dream twice. The first time I had it, it was like the other dreams, brief. Just you dying. That same day I had a dream of my mother. When she told me she was coming back. But, it's weird. In all my dreams I've had of her I never saw her face either. Until that one. And I get this odd feeling every time I think about it, that she really is coming back. It's like she's already back now... Who would've thought just seeing one person's face in your dream can make you feel so-... scared." I explain in depth. My mind goes blank for a moment and I looked at the sky impassively.

"After the one with my mother, I had the same dream of you again. Only this time I saw everything. I saw you come up behind Jeff, push him off the side of the road. Take his bike and spun the tire, shoving his face towards it. How you asked him if he's ever seen a tire take off a nose before. Gus comes up behind you, and suddenly pulls you off of him. He tells Jeff to leave, and after he does he finally lets go of your scarf. He just walks towards you, while you grow scared, more so than any other time you see him because you just sense something wasn't right. You tell him that he can't lay a finger on you and he just smiles at this, before swinging back to hit you, knocking you to the ground. He gets your bike and you start to yell. He says he's just fuckin' with you like you had said to Jeff. You start yelling even more as the tire gets closer. Your scarf goes up, your face goes forward, and soon your screams.. stop. But Gus's laughs don't." I stare at the sky. Not being able to help but explain each part as if it were as simple as that. Too numb to feel anything as I start reliving the nightmare in a dissociated state.

"I almost forgot the part where I run down to try and help you. I tried shoving him away, punching him away, moving you out of the way. But I can't get a solid grip. I try covering you from the bike instead, but each time he brought the bike forward it would just go through me. And when the bike starts ripping your face apart. I get the front row seat to.." I stop, cringing as I picture the blood and skin fly. Recalling, almost feeling as it splatters on me. I close my eyes, shaking my head to myself, not being able to finish. I finally look up at him, shocked as he stared at me with wide eyes. Seeing him give me that kind of look makes me feel worse. My eyes water and I look the other way once again. I jump when I'm suddenly enclosed in a hug. Covering me with the hug, more meaningful than the last. I felt strangely comforted, enough to where I'd like nothing more than to just fall asleep like this.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You've- I've been such an ass to you this whole time, while you've been worrying about everyone, when they'll die. Worrying about when I'll die... Trying to stop everything. Dealing with your mom's death. Worrying about your brother because of me." I felt more tears fall as I held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go. It felt nice to actually tell someone, everything. 

"No one believed me. Even Jeff and Drew didn't, even after Zowie came back! I wanted to warn you, but I didn't-.. I-.." I stopped, trying to calm myself. Him helping as he looks at me assuringly.

"It's fine. I get it."

"You don't though! I should have tried harder to stop them from burying Zowie, than none of this would have started in the first place."

"Well.. if you did stop it.. then we wouldn't be like this now." I looked at him in bafflement.

"You mean injured on the side of the road??" I asked incredulously. He gave a small laugh, nodding his head a bit.

"I mean no, but.. like.. this." He tried hinting. Does he mean.. together? I smiled to myself, leaning back into him some more.

"Guess not." He kisses the top of my head softly as we continued to stare at the sky.

"We're so gonna die, aren't we?" I gave a wry chuckle.

"I fucking hope not."

"Get up.. Get up.. Get up! Stop her, before it's too late. Like it was too late for my family. Please don't let it happen again! It'll only get worse, the more the soil turns sour! " I shot up from my spot on the ground, feeling the weight of something fling off me. I panted out, looking around me frantically.That wasn't the same voice as before. It was different and sou- Louis Creed.. I stared at the sky, registering the dark sky. It's night! It's fucking nighttime?! Damn it, Clyde, I can't believe yo- Clyde! I whipped around, now realizing he was questioning me, seeing him sat up on the ground behind me. On full alert.

"What's wrong?! What is it?" I shook my head, quickly getting up, forgetting about my leg for a split second. I crashed to the ground before trying to fix myself.

"Hey, hey! Wait, stop. You're still hurt, don't you remember? Just tell me what happened this time." He rushed out. I ignored him, ripping the bottom of my shirt.

"I didn't dream anything this time. Louis just told me not to let it happen again, something about soil turning sour." I rushed out, cringing in pain as I wrapped the shirt piece around my leg tightly.

"Wait.. Like.. Louis Creed?" I looked at him sharply. As if telling him to keep up.

"Clyde, please. I need you to stay here." I instruct, quickly pushing myself up off of the ground.

"What!? Are you fucking crazy? I'm not letting you face those things alone!" I rushed up to my bike, ignoring his pulls and protest.

"I can't afford to watch you die too, Clyde, okay?! I already saw you die twice, please don't make me do it a third time." I pleaded him. He looked between me and somewhere else, as if fighting himself on something. He grabbed my hand, getting a tad closer.

"Well, I can't just watch you die either." I felt my eyes water, knowing I don't have time, but couldn't just leave Clyde like this. I stopped for a minute, trying to think of something. Anything. I paused for a minute, slowly turning to him.

"Clyde.. I need you to get as much gasoline as you can carry. Okay? " He looked at me confused for a moment.

"What the hell do you need that for?!"

"We're gonna have a fucking bonfire.. Right after I put my mother to rest, again.."