A piercing ringing distracts me from my train of thoughts. I look up from my desk and see that Mr Jennings is putting his books away, along with the rest of the class.

My hands are clenched tightly in front of me on the white desk. I loosen my grip and and blink rapidly till my mind is able to process my surroundings.

Keep it together...

It's been almost a week since that dream. Even though a few days have passed, I'm still a bit shaken by it.

History was the second last period today and now, I have chemistry. I wish this day would just be over, already. Just an hour more and I'm done for the week.

I quickly take my bag that's lying peacefully on the floor next to me, otherwise I think it's going to get trampled over by a mass of students.

I take my books and pen from the table and just shove them into my bag.

Slinging one strap on my shoulder, I sprint out of the class as if it will get engulfed in flames if I don't move right now.

There are a few students behind and ahead of me but I make my way through the crowd. The senseless clattering of various student echo around me.
I hear some girls talking about doing some shopping after school and some guys about a party.

A voice shouts from behind me: "Lindsey!"

I look around and see Allison making her way towards me with a bright smile etched across her face.

"So, ready for the last class?" she says as she catches up with me.

I place my right hand's tips at the corner of my forehead and say,
"Yeah..."

Why is my head throbbing?

Allison stops walking, also making me stop in my tracks.
"Are you sure that you're okay? You don't look so good..."
Her hands reflexively grab the straps of her bag.

"I'm fine..."
I say, feebly.

"Maybe, we should go to the matron," she starts but I cut in.

"No, the day's almost over and I think I'll just go to the toilets. You should go to class. I'll catch up."
I try to pull my lips in a U shape but to no avail. Even my body doesn't want to smile.

"But..."

"No buts. I'm fine, Allison," I say, tilting my head to the side.

"All right." She throws her head back and puts her hands up in surrender.

I give her a nod before turning to the lavatory when I hear,
"But call me if you need anything, okay?"

I turn around and see her looking worried.

"Okay."

The crowd in the hallway dies out when the bell finally rings. It is like little five year olds being forced to do homework after a day of fun and play.

I am now in the lavatory, with my hands gripping the counter firmly, and my blazer lying on it. By the time I got here, everyone had already gone to their classes. The counter has an essence of cold when my palms collide with it, but it is bearable.

My hand turns on the shining metal tap and let the water rush through it and into the sink.

I splash some water on my face and try to calm myself. But even now, a growing uneasiness settles in my chest.

My guts feel like they're jumping up to my throat, but nothing comes out.

Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see something shift...

I wisk my head around and find no one.

There can't be anyone in the toilets; this place is supposed to be completely deserted since everybody is in class.

That's weird.

Ignoring the paranoia, I gather some water in my hands like a pitcher and run them around my face, my neck and my arms, but to no avail. I dig my palms against the back of neck and screw my eyes shut.

Keep it together, keep it together...

"Lindsey?"

There shouldn't anyone here, besides me.

I open my eyes and turn to look at where the voice came from.

A familiar redhead is standing in the doorway between the lavatory and the corridor in his own blue blazer and trousers.

"Are you all right? Sorry but you just look tense," Ethan says.

He is leaning at the door of the entrance with his foot pressed against it and arms stretched across his chest.

But by the way he's looking at me, with a soft but worried expression, contradicts his non-chalant pose.

"What are you doing here? This is the girls' washroom," I ask him a question instead of replying my own.

"Nobody's here and I'm not interrupting anyone's privacy."

Not interrupting?

I perk up a brow and he sighs,
"So, maybe I am interrupting but I met Allison in the hallway. She told me you were acting strange and so here I am."

"Well, aren't you the best friend in the world?" I say sarcastically.

My nauseousness is getting to my mood, as well.

He shakes his head and grins.
"That I am, and it's not every day you get to see Lindsey Knightley skip a class," he jokes.

"Lucky me since it's also not everyday that you get to see Ethan Ingram skip a class." I roll my eyes at him.

He takes a few steps forward, such that he's only a few centimetres away from me.

"What's wrong, Lindsey? You aren't yourself." He points at the blazer's sleeves wrapped around my waist. Something not so common for me.

If only I knew...

I remain silent, with only the sound of gushing through the water pipes in between.

From the mirror in front of me, I think I catch a glimpse of Ethan shaking his head before saying,
"Allison and I saw you and Meredith in our dreams, the night we left Edenfield."

Me?

I quirk my head up and look at him directly.

Seeing that he has my attention, Ethan continues,
"We saw that you and Meredith were talking about something, something we couldn't hear. Both of your mouths were moving but neither I nor Allison were able to hear a single word. According to Als, it was like watching a horror telly show set on mute. Did you actually talk to Meredith?"

My chest heaves up and down at the sudden question as I question whether or not I should tell him.

"Let's just say that she won't be messing with anyone's dreams from now on," I give him an alternative answer.

I don't want everyone to worry about me.
I mentally add.

By the way he squints his eyes at me, he wants to ask more. He opens his mouth but immediately shuts it.

He lowers his gaze till his eyes widen at my wrist.
"Where the actual hell did you get that bruise from?"
He reaches for my wrist, making me almost lose my balance and examines it.

My instinctive impulse is to wrench my arm away at the sudden action but I soften up by the general concern he's showing.

His brown eyes skan over the purple before looking at me. I say,
"I... was climbing the stairs when I slipped and my wrist got hit by a step."

That isn't a valid excuse at all. It's a rare occasion for me to fall.

He nods slowly before releasing my wrist. I pull my sleeve down to cover it up.

I've got to be more careful with this kind of stuff.

"You don't have to come tomorrow if you're not well, you know? You can come another time," Ethan says, completely changing the topic.

How is he able to absolutely change the course of the tide?

"No, I'm fine. I'm coming tomorrow," I say, again making a futile attempt to smile.

He gives a warm smile before saying,
"Great then..."
The bell rings again, signalling the end of school for the week.

I take my bag from the counter and enter the swarm of students, with Ethan, as soon as they rush out of their classes. I'm just glad that the school hasn't installed any security cameras in the lavatory, otherwise the school prefect would have caught both Ethan and me by now.

After a few minutes, I see Allison making her way towards us.

Instead of asking me about how I was at the moment, she starts talking about what happened in chemistry while I was gone.

This is the thing that I like most about these two cousins. They don't unnecessarily bombard you with the same questions over and over again. They just drop the topic when they feel that it's getting too redundant.

I wish I could tell them about what happened in that dream, but I'm just not ready to tell anyone about it.

"I'm back!" I close the door behind me. Some bustling resounds from nearby, which is probably Ms Bragge whipping something up.

I place the door key into my pocket and Ms Bragge comes out of the kitchen.

"Welcome back, love. I'm getting lunch ready. Why don't you freshen up and we'll have some together." The corners of her lips curl up as she looks at me.

Why is everybody able to smile so much, except me?

"Sure." I nod and walk towards my room. I hear her making her way back to the kitchen.

Two orphaned girls who got hunted down by their demons.

Meredith wasn't an orphan. Henry's parents asked her about her parents in the second memory, so what was she talking about?

Surely, they would have known if her parents had died. I tried looking up the surname Maleece on my laptop, Maddie, but nothing came up.

And yes, I named my laptop Maddie.

A sudden gust of wind gently careeses my face as I enter the corridor.

Where's this wind coming from?

I look up to see where this source of wind is coming from and find myself at the door of Dylan's room. The door is totally ajar and the windows open.

Dylan's been awfully quiet ever since we came back from the 1890 Edenfield. I thought that, maybe, his barrier was down but maybe I was wrong...

I peer inside and find no one there.

Hm, someone must have left it open.

I decide to continue walking towards my room but then someone calls me.

"Lindsey..."

Henry?

That voice is coming from Dylan's room.

Should I go inside? It's not like Henry's done anything bad to me. In fact, I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't shown up in that dream...

"Lindsey..."

Oh, the hell with it!

I drop my bag on the floor since my left shoulder has started to ach because of it and enter the room.

The room is really neat and tidy, with the king sized double bed tucked neatly at the corner, the dressing with its items in perfect order and the floor spotless. This room would have been a little too perfect if it hadn't been for the abandoned shoes lying lazily beside the corner of the bed.

There is a small white coloured plastic bottle standing on the night stand.

I have a weird feeling about this bottle...

Going against my intuition about the bottle, my feet thump towards it; and before I know it, the smooth oval is in my hands.

I bring it near my ear and shake it lightly.

Nothing.

I guess my intuition about the bottle was wrong.

Frowning, I place the bottle at its previous position and look over at the study table nearby.

There is a white journal sitting on the study table at the far side of the room. I shrug and walk towards the table, picking up the book in my bare hands.

There's nothing written on the cover so I open it to what it is. As I open the cover, there is just one sentence written in a slightly creased handwriting, Dylan's handwriting.

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."
-- Stephen King

All right...

I flip through the pages and by what the few sentences I've read, this is a daily journal. I really shouldn't read this...

I come to an almost blank page and something falls from it. There is something else written on the page which isn't in Dylan's handwriting, it's Henry's.

I bend down to see what fell from the white journal while keeping the journal in my hands.

"You need to know."

I pick up the daffodil that's fallen from the journal and put it inside it.

A daffodil? But a daffodil means new begginings or... no, that's not possible. Right...

My hands shut the journal tight and place it on the table

What do I need to know?

"Dylan love, you've got a fever! I told you to not work so much," Ms Bragge says.

Dylan? Fever? What is she talking about?

"I'm okay, Ms Bragge. That's why I came back early, today," Dylan says.

I need to get out of this room before he sees me here.

"How is this early? You were at the office the entire night and you had that portrait to pose for, too! At least, don't work so much on your birthday."

Portrait? Birthday? But this is March and Dylan's birthday was in February. And I had dinner with him the night before...

"Happy birthday, Dylan!" I hear a chirpy voice coming outside.

Now who is that?

"Not now, Linds."

Linds?

I walk out of the room to see what this commotion is all about and I feel like my eye balls just might pop out of their sockets.

A younger looking Dylan is standing in between Ms Bragge and a ten year old me. He looks like he's in his early twenties, instead of mids. I look down at the floor where my bag was supposed to be, but it's gone too.

What the...?

He walks past them, nearly trampling over me as he goes into his room. I see Ms Bragge shaking her head and little Lindsey stomping away, muttering,
"I just wanted to wish him."

I look into the room and when I see Dylan almost closing the door, I slide in. Something tells me that I need to see this.

He closes the room with a loud thud and sighs as he kicks his shoes off. He takes off his coat and opens towards his wardrobe.

Snapping my head towards the study table and night stand, there is no journal or bottle on them. They're both warded off of any imperfection.
I look over at Dylan and my breath gets tangled up in my own throat.

He just stares at the dozens of formal coats hanging there and drops his own, onto the floor. He looks at them as if they are some sort of a curse, something that has caused him everything in the world.

Dylan starts pulling out all of the hanging coats and throws them on the floor, along with his old one. He kicks at the coats infront of him as he walks towards dressing table.

As he walks across the room, I notice light bags under his eyes.

Dylan rubs the back of his neck with both of his hands and breathes heavily.

He removes a shaking hand from his neck and places it on the dressing table. His other hand also finds a way to the table as slides all the bottles, perfumes, watches and accessories onto the floor, breaking almost everything.

Dylan lightly touches a broken bottle with the tip of his toe and runs his hands on his temples again.

He moves towards his bed but then something catches his eye.

He looks past me and says,
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU'RE THE REASON THEY'RE DEAD!"

I flinch momentarily at his sudden outburst and step to the side.

He walks right pass me and stands infront of the full length mirror in the centre of the room.

I let out a heavy breath and look at my brother.

He stares at his own reflection before bursting out,

"YOU'RE THE FUCKING REASON THEY'RE DEAD!" He clapses his hand against the frame of the mirror and sends it to the floor, shattering it into a million pieces.

"Dylan, stop!" I frantically try to move him away from the busted mirror but my arms just pass through his body, it's as if I am the ghost here.

Something like a muffled scream plagues his throat, as he picks up a bottle. And throws at the remaining remnants of the mirror.

I wish I could stop him from doing this, from feeling like this. I can't see my own brother blaming himself for something he didn't do.

"Dylan, what are you doing!" The door suddenly opens and Ms Bragge enters.

She looks completely dishevelled, with all of the colour draining from her wrinkled features as she takes in the scene before her. She turns towards him with a soft expression expression and tries to puts an arm on his shoulder

"Why..." Ms Bragge softly asks.

Dylan jerks aways and shouts,
"AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE MAD AT ME, GRAN!"

He flails his arms around the wreckage and continues,
"I NEVER WANTED MY FAMILY TO TURN INTO A FUCKING MEMORY!
THE HELL WITH EVERYTHING! I CAN'T HANDLE IT LIKE DAD DID! I'M NOT CHARLES KNIGHTLEY, I... I'm just Dylan. I'm not like him..."
His outburst turns into an enthralled whisper.

He runs his hands in his tossled hair as Ms Bragge says,
"Love, why would I be? You're like a second son to me... Lindsey and I, both, aren't mad at you..."

I lower my head at this.

He mocks a laugh-- his eyes heavy.
"The entire world is, Gran.
And Lindsey... she's just a kid... she didn't even know what was happening at the funeral..."

He shakes his head before silently declinning to the floor. He droops his head with his outstretched legs infront of him and his hands, behind his neck.

Ms Bragge moves from her spot and sits next to Dylan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"I'm a horrible person, aren't I?" He hastily wipes his face with his right arm.
"I should've just let Richard and Mary take Lindsey away... I'm no role model..."

Ms Bragge places a kiss on Dylan's head, making him look up at her with reddened eyes.

Dylan...

"Maybe, it's time to admit you're not well, love."

He looks up at her. And then at the scattered pieces of glass.
Nodding like a little child guilty of something they did and burries his head in Ms Bragge's chest. She folds her arms around him and the both of them remain in silence. From the little view I'm getting, I can see a droplet descending from his left eye.

I close my own eyes shut, my own breath being the only source of sound around me.

"Lindsey, lunch is ready!"

I open my eyes and see that everything has changed again. There are no residues of the wreckage from before. Everything is where it should be.

I look over at the full length and see that it is perfectly fine, without a scracth.

"Lindsey!" Ms Bragge's voice echos across the hall.

"I'm coming!" I yell back.

Looking over my shoulder at the mirror behind me, I feel as if the mirror didn't shatter just a few moments ago.

My heart did.

Me: See, Ethan! I told you that you and Allison would be in this chapter!

Ethan*coughs*: Well yeah, and that was a pretty tense chapter....

Me: I know, I know. I broke my own heart seeing Dylan like that.
Just one piece of advice: you need to be more patient if you want to win a girl's heart....*winks*

Ethan*spits out his glass of water*:
I-I don't like Lindsey, MS.....

Me*smirks*: I never implied that you like her, Ethan....

Ethan*gets off chair and walks away*

Hello there my lovely readers! How are you all? I am literally sweating right now(even though, I'm in an air conditioned room).

I've always felt so bad for Dylan, with all that's happened to him, and Lindsey, too.

I think I just stabbed my own chest writing his scene....

Believe me, if you guys love a character then writers love their characters like their own children(though, I'm only 16 & I couldn't have any kids atm even if I wanted toxD)

This chapter was super fun to write, even though I felt like a psychopath at the end....

Oh well, I plan on introducing Meredith's past too, so keep an eye out for that;)

The track above is 'Assassin's Creed Rogue: Forest Swords'. I really love that track & it suited the chapter SO much that I couldn't resist.

British English Language info! Read if you want:

The word 'lavatory' is a bit dated. In conversations, you would refer to it as the toilet/toilets.
Only people are from the upper class use lavatory in their speech because they want to sound more formal.

BUT, if you're not from the upper class or related to the royal family, then the word 'lavatory' might sound snobbish or pretentious.

I had Lindsey say 'toilets' out loud because she doesn't like snobbery but when she's talking to herself, she still uses lavatory as it's a habit. I think you all mighy know about the Knightleys status by now.

That's it and thank you for reading :)

Now, this week's question:

Click on the song below and guess which TGD character does it remind you of. You can also tell which other book characters it reminds you of, if you want.

(My answer to the question above will be given when the Fourth Memory will be posted. And yes, the above song is based on Snily c; )

Hope you guys liked the chapter,
Avoid weird typos,

Love,
MS Zame:)