A/N: I'm going to try to update more frequently if that's okay with you lovelies!

Trigger Warnings: Sort of self harm mention

That night you dreamt. Your dream wasn't soft and pleasant like the one you had hoped for, this one was dark and cruel. It all started with you on your way to school. You looked behind you to see a wheelchair, rusty and creaking sitting in the back seat that seemed to stretch several more feet than it should. It sat there mocking you and making you feel uneasy. You glanced over to the driver to find a stranger.

He seemed entirely oblivious to your discomfort and continued smiling blankly at the road. His smile was sincere, but his eyes were hollow and gaunt. You gulped as the driver stopped in front of the main campus building. It loomed high above you making you feel even more insignificant and intimidated. You walked through the doors to find the inside in ruins. The sickly green paint was hanging on to the wall in small patches. The tile on the floor had become the bleach white from the hospital.

The floor was stained only by blood. Thousands upon thousands of bloody razors lined the halls and tinted the edges a light pink. You knew they were yours. The bright metal lockers were now a deep burgendy and the metal crumpled. The lights flickered as if they too were uncertain of the school. Suddenly you were swept off your feet by the wheelchair from the car. You attempted to cry out, but your voice didn't seem to work at all. You sat there with your mouth agape in a silent scream for a few moments before you were whipped around a corner.

Down this hall was like a funhouse. The walls twisted and contorted themselves into odd shapes and the floors seemed to fluctuate. There were words written on the wall in blood. They were meant for you. You rode by these slowly, now unable to leave your seat. It was like a roller-coaster. One that you wanted to get off of. Some words were reminders of your failures. Others were descriptions of your shortcomings. But they were mostly the insults from the incident after class. Their voiced echoed grotesquely through the corridor creating a symphony of hatred in your mind.

You shut your eyes tightly and tried to block them out. Suddenly everything stopped; the wheelchair, the voices, everything. You opened your eyes tentatively and you witnessed the hallway shrink so you were face to face with what was at the end.

It was Jack.

He was slumped over in a chair illuminated by the dim lamp. It showcased him as if he was a display. His head was unnaturally bent to the left and a bone was threatening to pop out of his skin. A mixture of blood and spit trickled slowly down his chin and his ocean blue eyes were rolled back into his head. Again, you tried to  scream, and again nothing came out.

You jolted awake, panting heavily. You felt around you frantically for the light. You flipped it on to see Jack standing wide-eyed in the doorway. He rushed over to your now crying form and sat himself down right next to you. He grabbed your shoulders. "Are you ok-" his sentence was cut off by you wrapping your arms quickly around him. You tugged your sleeves down behind his back. He patted down your hair and shushed you softly.

"Shhh, it's okay now... shhh, shhh, don't cry [Y/N]... please don't cry.." He stayed with you, reassuring you that he was here for you. You glanced over to the clock, but you couldn't make out the numbers through your tears.

Once you had simmered down enough to speak, Jack asked once again if you were okay. You nodded with a small smile. He grinned and nodded at you as he tilted your head upwards with his pointer finger. You knew it was his own dorky way of saying 'chin up'. You giggled as he turned to walk away. Something inside of you ignited and you lunged for his hand.

He turned back to you with a quizzical expression. Your face flushed, "Could you... ughhh.. maybe sleep in here for the night?... Please?" He smiled at you and readjusted his plain site t-shirt. "Of course [Y/N]." You shrunk back slightly and let his hand fall gently from yours. He crawled over to the opposite side of the bed and asserted himself between the sheets. "This is more comfortable than the couch..." he muttered sarcastically.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you flipped the light back off. "Goodnight you loser... thank you for the help with the he nightmare."

He smiled toothlessly at you. His bright blue eyes couod still be seen clearly. He looked you with sympathy. "Everyone has nightmares sometimes. Just remember it was a dream, alright?... and if a time comes when you can't just remember it's not real... I'm a call away. I promise."

You gave him a small smile and your [E/C] eyes flashed him a thank you. You attacked him with another hug, and this time you didn't let go. He fell asleep first and you ended up drifting to sleep the the gentle lull of Jack's breath.

A/N: OKAY SO I WANTED SOMETHING KINDA CUTE I'M JUST GOING WITH THE FLOW NEXT CHAPTER IS PROBS BAD NEWS. GOODBYE MY FELLOW POTATOES!