I collapsed on my bed in exhaustion, before the boys ran in on me. They did, though. "Amaine!" They shouted in unison. Well, Taurtis and Sam did. Grian just stood in silence as a reaction to my 'sleeping' figure. I have to admit my position was very uncomfortable. I was curled up, a curtain of (SOWWY IF HER HAIR ISN'T BLACK BUT I FORGOT!!) black covering my sight and tickling my face. I couldn't exactly brush it away from my face when the three stood at my doorway, under trick that I was sleeping.

The door creaked shut.

I blew through my mouth, leaving a feeling of something resembling the feeling having a small fan or air conditioner near your face. The hair blew forwards, taking formation exactly like a black curtain. I smiled, and sat up, letting my legs drop off the side of my bed and dangle. I slid off ever so slightly so they would meet the ground, and then put pressure on my feet just like every day as I moved to my arts draw; hard to see in the darkness of my room. When it's light, I like the look of my bedroom. An arts table and draw, a desk and computer, a corner full of giant teddy bears which is, funnily enough, where my bed is. When Grian had decided to acquire a new bed for me I insisted for it to be one that just goes straight on the floor, more like a sleeping bag or a Japanese bed. He gave in, and I ended up with a Pikachu one. I love it. Even after all the years I'be had it, it's still so fluffy and soft on the inside and the outside. On the other side of my room, a bookshelf covered in fiction. The shelves had started to become overcrowded so I started piling random books about my room in random locations I thought they might come in handy. Most of the stacks hung around my bed. I love reading at night. Don't judge. Also, beside masses of books, there is a games and DVD's shelf. But in the dark it looks like a whole different world. I pull out the draw of my art cabinet and dig around for some paper. Origami paper, to be exact. I wanted to make a kitten.

"Amaine?" I woke with a start as one of my roommates woke me. I noticed I was still at my art table, the 'kitten' crumpled up in my closed hand. I rubbed my eyes and glanced over at the door. Grian. I dragged my head back down to the table and sighed. I got up, and dropped the paper in the waste basket under the table. I walked up to Grian with my head hung in anger, still the anger from yesterday. The feeling of abandonment. "Sumimasen..." No response. No words, no movement. I looked over at him to see him staring lifelessly at me. "Do I need to spell it out for you? Sumimasen!" I shouted, angry. I knew Grian knew I meant excuse me. He had even used it himself the day before. He still didn't moved. I rolled my eyes and walked out anyway, shoving him to the side. He looked back at me. I didn't look back at him. I walked straight downstairs and out the front door, sat on the front porch and held my head in my hands.

This can't go on for much longer.

I have to speak to him at some point.

I can't just neglect him.

Well, he did that to me.

But now I'm the one holding the grudge.

Ugh, why can't I just forget something!

​​​​​I sighed and got up, went back inside. As I walked past Grian I mumbled an apology, ever so sneaky.

"Gomen nasai. I forgive you."

I left it at that. I still didn't speak to him, but I gave him the occasional happy and reassuring glance as he did to me. It was back to normal, I hoped. As long as I never touched on the subject of that dream that had angered him so. A dream is a dream. Yet it angers him and scares me. But then nightmares are nightmares. I think I would classify someone you hold dear to your heart killing you in a dream as a nightmare. It's just human nature to class a scary dream as a nightmare. That's why we call them nightmares. Its easier for them to have a name other than for us to go around and say, 'Oh yeah, last night I had a scary dream. It wasn't like a dream at all! Things never went my way in the scary dream!' Its much better to be more like, 'Last night's nightmare was terrible! It was so scary!'

Don't you think?

A/N: I GOT MOTIVATION! From reading a story where the author writes about 5000 words for each chapter (NO I DON'T COUNT HOW MANY WORDS THERE ARE IN A CHAPTER, THEY SAID SO ON AN A/N!) I decided to do the same on all mine! (From now on!)