She raised the knife above her head, then brought it down, plunging it into Kevin's heart.

Keith's eyes widened in horror and realization of what older me had just done. Then his eyes rolled into the back of his head, then forward again. Older me apologized again and again, tears running down my blood caked cheeks. He spoke again, but not in the raspy voice. "Jade, it's okay. I understand. That voice in my head, that was one of them, wasn't it?" Older me nodded, still sobbing. He nodded, saying "I knew it. I understand why you did that, don't worry, they're gone now. And, Jade," okay, I'm super confused at this point. Why did I stab Keith? What voices is he talking about? WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!? Keith continued, "Jade, don't cry, it's okay, I swear, I'm not mad. Although this is kind of painful..." at those words older me pulled the knife right out, and tried to stop the gushing blood with my hands. Of course that didn't stop it. Keith started again, slightly smiling at my attempts to save him. "There's no saving me now Jade, so don't waste your efforts. You're really accurate by the way," older me laughed at his words, tears still running down my grimy face. "Jade, I want you to know...I love you, I always will." I wiped my face and responded "I'm sorry I stabbed you. Do you forgive me?" Keith opened his mouth to speak, I prepared myself for something comforting and full of remorse and forgiving to come out of his mouth, but all that came out of his mouth.....was blood. Keith began to shake violently, blood burbling out of his mouth, just like my fathers. Older me shot off of him and started yelling for help. But none came. While I was distracted with the prospect of dying Keith, my friends had been knocked unconscious, bruises around their neck by the things advancing from the ocean, some strange looking creatures, with murderous eyes. They reached for me, and I'm talking about the real me, not my older sexy self. Which they shouldn't be able to do, because this is a dream...clammy hands closed around my neck and body, and began to drain the life right out of my skin. As I began to shrivel, they stood stronger and taller, growing muscles, and strength, while I sat here shriveling up. That's when I woke up, in cold sweat, and found myself staring into the face of Scorpiorilla.