That night... Well, what I thought was night, we all rested...

Except for me. I couldn't...

The next day would be when we reached the portal to Paradise... 

What would happen? What about the final battle? Would I even be able to enter Paradise? 

...Even if I couldn't, I would make sure my friends would get into Paradise. They deserved it a whole lot more than me. This was my purpose, to make sure they got to Paradise... I was the Lunar Flower, but does the Lunar Flower get to enter Paradise? 

...Tomorrow was the exact date when the asteroid would hit Earth, destroying every living being... I had to make sure everyone got to Paradise in time before the portal is destroyed. ...What if I can't enter, though? I'm immortal... There's always that chance that I won't be able to enter, making me have to walk through this miserable planet alone... The asteroid would hit, which, wouldn't even damage me? There were only three ways to kill me... Each involved something that I didn't like... So, I guess I wouldn't be killed?

All of these thoughts rushed through my head... I was sitting up against a tree whilst I was thinking of all of this... Most of my friends had already went to bed while I was left alone in the endless night. I didn't mind, though. 

What if, in the end, my fate is true? What if I am the true loner? ...What if I cannot enter Paradise with my friends? 

...Then it happened.

I was overtaken by the same vision that haunts me... The same vision that I cannot stop... The same vision that consumes me... The same vision that makes me scared of the future... The same vision that I cannot stop... The same vision that always leads to a panic attack...

There I was, on the battlefield. It was like I was in this box of viewing glass as I watched my worst nightmare come to life... This was my worst fear. I had all kinds of fears, but this one was the worst. It beat any nightmare that I ever had... This vision was the worst, and no one could possibly understand how it felt because I was the only one who could view this vision. It was like it was meant to torture me- To make me suffer... 

I couldn't do anything. 

I was restrained, and even if I struggled, it meant nothing. I couldn't break free of these chains that held me down while I was watching my friends be killed one by one... They were suffering, and I couldn't do anything about it! I couldn't do a single thing! I couldn't protect them! I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move... All I could do was watch and hear their cries of pain. ...I couldn't do a single thing. 

...They suffered while I watched.

And I couldn't do anything.

They layed dead right in front of my eyes...

That was always when the vision ended - when they were dead. I could never snap out of my vision, I always had to wait until it's over, and even then, it seemed like I was still in that state of watching my friends die when I was snapped back into reality. It took me a lot of time to recover from that same vision...

No one could possibly begin to comprehend how much pain I felt after those visions... No one could understand what I went through with those visions... Watching your loved ones die right in front of  you... It had to be the worst feeling. It was even more painful than being killed...

Being killed ended the suffering. Staying alive through that vision did not. 

I could feel myself shaking when I had awoke... I felt myself drowning in my own silenced tears... I could hardly breathe... Oh yes, this is what you call a panic attack. Usually, I went through these alone...

...But, this time?

...I felt that I was in the arms of someone...

Whom could of possibly of noticed?

I had finally snapped out of it, and realized where I was...

I was still up against that dream, but someone was holding me. 

...I-I... What? Why would they do such a thing? I always went through these things alone. No one to comfort me... 

"Are you okay now?" He asked. I couldn't face him... No... I must hide...

...Out of all people, him? Why would he even try to help? I had hurt him too much for him to help... ...But everyone hurts me, even Blackout. Of course, I always forgive them. You have to take the pain for those you love. You have to prove yourself. You have to prove yourself worthy of being their friend... At least, that's what I had learned. I always was loyal, no matter what. I did everything for my friends, and only my friends. ...They were the only ones I was living for. 

...If you were wondering, Conor was the one who had recognized the 'lil panic attack I was going through...

...But why?

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine... D-Don't worry about it..." I faced the ground. I know that was a lie, but it was the only truth I had ever known. The rehearsed lines of 'I'm fine,' or 'I'm good,' that held away all of the pain and sorrow. ...Most believed it. Most...

"Stop lying to yourself, for the last time. Look, I know you're not fine, okay? I don't know how you can even say you're fine after you just had a panic attack... What was that about any-?" He began questioning, but I had already recalled what it was about.... That darn vision. 

"T-The vision..." 

"Wait a second, are you talking about that one vision that you have that leads to a panic attack? ...What is it about? You wouldn't tell me before.." He tried so hard to make me tell him, but he wasn't convincing. Unlike the other times, I restrained myself from telling him what the vision was about. I spared him the details of the gory events of my visions... He didn't deserve to know that...

...I just hoped that, that vision didn't come true...

I could only hope, though.

It was now time to lead them to Paradise...