I felt tears lift from my eyes as the dark water engulfed my body. I never gasped. I never reached out. I let my tired body sink beneath the waves. I had fought against the current for too long, the only thing I could think of was sleep.

My back hit the sandy floor and my eyes opened to darkness. Welcoming, cold darkness. I closed my eyes once more and sucked in the suffocating cold water. "Maybe, for once in my life, I'll finally be-"

"MARSIS!!!" I was shaken from my slumber as my brother screamed my name.

" What do you want? " I asked, sitting up as I rubbing the crust of sleep out of my eyes and hoping the annoyed tone in my voice would get him out of my room quickly. He flinched, lowering his head quickly before muttering something under his breath. "What. Do you want?" I said a little more forcefully.

He lifted his head up to lol me in the eyes before quickly glancing away and hoarsely whispering, "Um, I.... I had a nightmare. " his voice nearly inaudible at the end.

"And what do you want me to do about it?" I questioned with what I hope was a visible scowl.

"I don know... " He mumbled looking at the floor. "I was just..." He trailed off.

" You were just what? "

"I, um.... Can I sleep with you tonight?" He glanced up feebly.

I groaned, grabbing my blankets and flopping back down with my back to him. "No. You're a big kid, go sleep in your own bed." I grumbled, getting comfortable under the covers.

"But I'm too scared to go back to my room..." He whined.

"No."

"Pleeeeease? It'll only be for tonight!" He pleaded, probably looking like a kicked puppy.

"No. You said that last time, go to your own bed."

"Pleeeease? I swear this will be the last time!" He clutched a small stuffed cat close to his chest.

I stayed silent, hoping he would go away on his own. Four minutes later and he still wasn't gone. I groaned and lifted up the blankets behind me. "Fine." I grumbled.

"Thanks, Marssy." He said with a sigh of relief as he crawled under the covers next to me.

" Yeah, sure, whatever. " I muttered as I closed my eyes. It was easier to give in the have him standing behind my back the whole night.

Marc fell asleep quickly, his snoring hot breath brushing against my back. I couldn't sleep like this.

I carefully climbed over my brother's sleeping body and checked the time on the glowing green slam clock on my dresser. 2:35 AM. Even if I got back to sleep I would only get a whopping 4 hours out of the entire night. I let out a sigh. At least that would be more than the measly 2 hours I had been getting the whole week prior.

I changed out of my pajamas and into my clothes for the next day. A cool looking black band tee shirt and some black ripped jeans. I had no idea who the band was, and still don't, but the shirt looked cool enough.

I grabbed my hoodie from off the end of my bed and found myself meandering around the house. I ended up snacking on a back of peanut butter crackers in the kitchen before turning off the light in the hallway and walking into the cluttered mess that was my brother's room. Books, action figures and writing utensils littered the floor. It was a wonder how anyone could even walk through it with the lights on, much less in the dark. Somehow I miraculously made it to my brother's bed with only a few minor bumps and bruises. I flopped down on his bed with a sigh and wrestled with the tangled covers. I eventually have up and just settled on using the massive clump as a pillow. I settled down heaving a massive sigh. "Fuck my life."