Nightmare

A nightmare is not merely  something you can only have. It is an essence and being. More like something you are than an occurrence.  Nightmares take over.
Suddenly the boy is in the school hallway he sees her with someone that isn't him. He can tell they are too friendly. He then proceeds to breakdown, cry, scream as loud and as quiet all at once. Then he stops. His mind is empty but his hand is not. It holds a knife. He looks up, the knife is no longer in hand but in front of him stuck in that smug asshole's forehead. He blinks. The guy is gone but now she is there tied in darkness. He ponders about the fact of why it was that guy and not him, either way he's dead now so it's not like it matters. He sits and stared at her as she cries and tries to apologize for hurting the boy. It was too late. He juggles the knife in his hands taunting her. She begs him to stop, but he simply runs the knife across his chest writing LATE in cursive. The knife is now pressed against her chin. "Oh what a shame a face so pretty can no longer exist, perhaps if it had been mine first it may have lasted a bit longer" he exclaims. He raises the knife as high as possible and slams it into the table cutting her hair in the process. "Oh sorry did i scare you?! I just can't bring myself to torture something so beautiful. That is.... with a knife anyway." He pulls out a classic revolver.  Puts it right against her skull, "Any last words dear?" She does nothing but continues to sob. "Since you waste your time crying I'll share MY last words with you instead, You are so lucky that I'm in love with you." He pulls the trigger, the bullet goes through his head killing him. She is left there in the dark alone wondering why he went through all that trouble to kill himself and not her. If the boy were to kill her he would be lonelier than he was before. Love is one of the worst nightmares to have.