Rumor has it that our boys are supposed to release a single on Thursday. I'm not sure if I'll have internet access that day...crap. 

Jenna

My heart pounds as I bound up the staircase leading to Brett's room. His whole house is dark. I break into a nervous sweat as my feet hit the landing. I walk down the hallway and open the first door on the right.

A wave of fear sweeps over me as I see a familiar figure standing in the bedroom windowsill, his silhouette barely contrasting with the blackness of the night beyond. I close my eyes and bite my lip, my right hand hurting from its iron grip on the doorknob. I open my eyes and take a tentative step forward.

"Brett," I whisper carefully. "You don't have to do this."

My cousin twists his head around, a startled look crossing his face. He shakes his head sadly, his balance on the windowsill slightly wavering.

"Brett, please," I plead, the tears coming. "Come back to me. I'll help you. This isn't the only way out. You think that you won't be hurting anyone, but you're wrong."

He ignores me and leans forward with one hand weakly grasping the window frame. I rush forward, only to be stopped by an invisible barrier. I feel tugging at my wrists and ankles, like a group of people is dragging me back. I plant my feet on the floor and grab onto nearby objects, but nothing works. The force of invisible people continues to push me back toward the bedroom door.

"Brett, stop!" I scream as he faces me and slowly removes his hands from the sides of the window, his feet the only thing preventing him from falling. "You don't know what you're doing!"

He raises two fingers to his brow as a final salute. Salty tears stream down my face as I grab onto the door, which is the only thing keeping me in the room. "No! Say something!"

His lips part, two words escaping his mouth.

"Help me," he says in a distorted voice. That isn't the voice of my cousin. That's the voice of my boyfriend.

I scream as he leans back and disappears from the window. Then, everything goes black.

I sit up in bed, wrapping my blankets around me tightly. I touch my damp face as I try to slow my frantic breathing. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. I wrap my arms around myself tightly. I have nightmares about Brett every month or so. In every dream, I find him in the middle of a suicide attempt. He uses a different method almost every time. Last month it was cutting. The month before that was overdose. This month was apparently jumping. I've never been able to talk him out of it. The invisible force always drives me away before I can form enough words to change his mind.

I shiver and look towards my window, a rectangle of my carpeted floor below it bathed in silver moonlight. Why did I hear Tyler's voice!? That's never happened before. I look at the alarm clock on my nightstand: 2:25. Even if I don't manage to fall asleep again, tomorrow is Saturday, so I don't have to worry about school.

I lay back and stare at the ceiling, too scared to go back to sleep. A memory crosses my mind, one of Tyler telling me to flip my pillow over so the nightmares will stay on the other side. I remember him suggesting that when I stayed at his house after Brendon tried breaking in when I was home alone. I decide to sit up and flip it over, grabbing my phone off of my nightstand in the process. I open my messages and text Ty.

Me: R u up?

My boyfriend replies almost immediately.

Tyler: yeah

Me: Why!? Shouldnt u b asleep?

Tyler: I can probly ask u the same thing.

Me: I had a bad dream.

Tyler: Im sorry :( Do u need 2 call me?

Me: Its ok. And no, u dont have 2.

He calls me anyways.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks when I answer.

I sigh. "Yeah. It was just the...occasional nightmare."

"Ah. We all have those. Just flip your pillow over. That's what I—"

"I already did," I reply, grinning. "Now, why are you up? Did my text wake you?"

"No. I fell asleep around ten and woke up around twelve. I haven't been able to sleep since. Just insomnia, I guess."

"Oh. Well, I hope you'll be able to fall asleep. I'm going to try go back to sleep, too."

"Thanks. I might go upstairs and take some pills to help me."

A pit settles in my stomach, swallowing everything except fear from my nightmare. "Um, o-or you could just lay there and let it come naturally. Make some warm milk or something."

"Okay. I'm sure I'll figure something out. Goodnight my lovely girl."

I giggle. "Goodnight, my smol boy." I hang up and return my phone to the nightstand, then settle deeper into my pillow. My mind wanders back to the dream. What if this one was trying to tell me something!? I've only grown more concerned for Tyler's mental state since his treehouse was burned. The nightmare didn't help at all.

I sigh and decide to dwell on it more tomorrow. Right now, I need my sleep.

A/N: Sorry that this was a shorter chapter. I'm not sure whether I'll publish again this week or not. Next week, I'm flying by myself out to Utah (that will be anxiety provoking) to spend a week with my sister. I'm going to try to type another chapter on the plane if my crappy computer battery will hold out and publish at the airport during a layover or at my sister's apartment.

I'm not sure how active I'll be on here for the next week or two because of my sister and school band meetings. We'll just have to see how this all plays out. Until then, Stay Alive, frens! ||-//

Rey