They were like flashbacks. Janes birth was shown multiple times, her mother finding the rainbow room, finding jane, then the brunette woman telling her to breathe. Then the man saying 450, the mother whispering 'three to the right, for to the left,'. Sunflowers in a vase when she was told that jane wasn't alive. All it was, was 'sunflower', 'rainbow', 'breathe', '450', 'three to the right, for to the left'

I shot up from my position, instantly holding my temples as a wave of a headache swam by, my vision blurted and I felt liquid drip down my nose and into my mouth a little. I rose my hand to touch my nostril and saw blood,

"Again," I muttered seeing outside it was just turning light, not fully blue but a dark blue which also meant my headache was gone thank fuck. I turned to my right seeing Will and Mike sleeping fine. I swung my legs off the bed and walked over to the window, rubbing my arm, retaining warmth. I grabbed my bag, took out my acid washed jacket and wore it, taking out the tissues from my pockets. Jesus last time I used tissues from a packet was last year. I sat down on the floor and watch sun roll up in the horizon as I cleaned my nose.

I brung my knees up to my chest and rested my chin on my knees, cradling myself for that weird dream. I mean who even was that? I don't even recall seeing who she was. It was like that headache I had two days ago, it wasn't me cause we was in the English corridor, they were in the science.

I cuddled into me legs a bit more taking my eyes of the sunrise and into wills room that was covered in his drawings. I couldn't get it out of my head how much they looked like vines, in the upside down, is that what they're meant to be?

Will shot up from his bed, gasping in a lot of air as he sat up. Breathing heavily and looking around the room. I walked over to him and he stared at me terrified.

"Will? What's wrong?" Mike asked, sitting up a bit from the sleeping back Will have the same expression from me to Mike.

"I saw hopper," he whispered.

"In your now-memories?" I asked  he nodded.

"I think he's gonna die." He whispered, looking at me and Mike.

"C'mon let's tell your mom," I said, getting off his bed and around to where Mike was sleeping, but not trampling on him. Will swung his legs over the bed and waited for Mike to get out the sleeping bag so he could stand. Mike twisted the door knob and opened the door letting himself and us through.

We walked down to joyces room quietly, trying to not wake her up if she's asleep.

"Will she's in there," Mike said, tapping  Wills shoulder and pointed to the woman sitting alone on the floor, holding her thighs and looking at the living room.

"Mom," he spoke, a but quiet so that he wouldn't startle Joyce. "Mom," he spoke again, tapping into her shoulder, the mother quickly turned around and grabbed his hand.

"You okay baby? What up?" She asked, turning her torso slightly to face him more.

"I saw hopper," will started. Joyces eyes widened and he gulped.

"Where? In your now memories?" She asked and Will nodded.

"I think he's going to die," will told her, she had fear inside of her eyes when Will told her that.