I remember it as clear as day. You were there, kidnapped by him. Her, standing above you, thought she had all rights to take you away.

I would never let you go again. I vow that I would not flee from them, those who kept you captive.

This is goodbye to a man I've never met.

"NO! Don't shoot!"

He pulls the trigger, and blood starts gushing everywhere from your shoulder, the scars laced across your face open wounds still. I reach out for you, to see those icy  hazel blue eyes spring to life once again, as if to say you're here with me.

Twelve hours gone too soon, and a thousand words divide us. I know that I hid you from them. I couldn't watch you be pestered by him and her. They would drive you insane just like me, I'm already broken because of them.

Please don't leave me. I need you in my life.

Shouting might have been the answer.

What if I cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart?

But now, I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart.

Though a thousand words, have never been spoken.

They'll fly to you, crossing over the time and distance holding you, suspended on silver wings.

And a thousand words, one thousand confessions, will cradle you.

Making all of the pain you feel seem far away.

They'll hold you forever.

The dream isn't over yet, though I often say I can't forget.

I still relive that day. You've been there with me all the way.

His voice sneers out as I cradle your cooling body, and I see pale hazel dance across your face.

You whisper, "Don't worry about me."

I nod no and reply, "I'm not leaving you here alone!"

Your eyes close for the very last time, and I feel a cold metal tube on my head.

BANG!!!!

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(Matt's P.O.V.)

The trigger goes off just as I begin to wake up. Apparently, Carrie Underwood's Little Toy Guns drones on and on. It must of influenced my dream somehow. My roommate Tye looks at me as if I'm a madman once I mumble, "I think I just dreamed my own death."

Tye laughs at me, "Riiiight, and I'm Batman. C'mon! We gotta get ready for the flight to Tampa, at least you do!"

I fly to Tampa tomorrow?? Crap, I forgot because I haven't even begun to pack yet. I hear Tampa's warm, but I don't know. Maybe I'll see the girl who helped me in that dream.

I slowly get out of my bed and get ready, with the gunshot to her head ringing through my head. Her ocean would be my domain one day. It's time to pack for my flight. This is the first time I'll actually interact with fans in an official situation with my future team!

Maybe I'll set sail in her ocean after all.

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(Kristina's P.O.V.)

"And this dream, some guy was fading in my arms because Bobby shot him. It was so weird, it felt so real."

Shannon sighs through the phone, "Are you sure that you weren't hallucinating?"

"No, it felt so real. Hey, don't we find out the contest winners soon?"

"Yeah! That's in a hour! I can't wait, maybe we'll win!"

Shannon laughs at my antics, "Okay, how do you plan on killing said hour?"

"I....I don't know. I'll figure it out though!"

"Good luck with that Deano. You're gonna need it."

She hangs up the phone, and I roll my eyes. I didn't need her help that's for sure. I look at the clock, and I had fifty-five minutes left to go. I flop back down on my bed and close my eyes one more time and drift back into dreamland.

You were there, lying on the hospital bed, wires and tubes attached to your body. They were still on the run, away from the harm they caused the two of us.

A single tear runs down my face, as I grip your hand for the umptenith time today. My head pounds, but I could only imagine the pain you're in.

"Please don't leave me," I whisper in your ear.

The machines still keep you with me as long as you keep fighting. I can't lose you. I am going to fight until the very end to keep you.

A nurse looks at me as she takes your vitals, "Well, he seems to be doing quite well. He might wake up anytime soon."

I nod and ask her, "Do his folks know?"

She nods yes back to me and walks out of the room. As soon as she left, the silence between you and I returns. I hope you are doing better.

This isn't how our story ends, this is not our goodbye. I mess with your hair, and it looks like you smiled at me. So small, yet such a blessing at the same time. A person walks into the room, and it's him. The one who hurt you in the first place, and he has her.

"Thought we wouldn't find out what hospital you took him to, did ya?"

"Leave him alone!"

She walks up to me as I trigger a button that would contact nurses and doctors and people to stop them. Alarms begin to blare throughout the hospital, and he looks around. He knows they're coming.

"I'm going to do what I meant to do the first time. There's always a 'Plan B'."

Doctors break down the door, but they are too late. He punches me while she stomps on my body. And darkness surrounds me as I hear one last thing.

BEEEPPPPPPP......................

I jolt out of my slumber because it feels so real at the same time. Someone dies that is important to me in the future because of the trouble I cause for Bobby and Brittany. I know I am a troublemaker, but why are they going to take their anger out on a person I could potentially love?

I look at my cell phone, and Shannon left five voicemails on my phone in the past two hours! Good grief, sorry I fell asleep, it just happens. My phone is about to explode because apparently WE WON the contest! I would be seeing my sister and my friend sooner than I know it! And going to Florida, who doesn't want to go there?

My Skype ringtone rings and it is Evelyna calling me. I hit the green camera button and she greets me with a huge smile!

"YOU TWO ARE COMING BACK TO TAMPA!!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE WHOLE TEAM TO MEET YOU TWO!"

"I know! I'm so hyped!"

Evelyna takes a deep breath in, "Okay, so here's what is going down. Your flight leaves tonight from Nashville at 9 PM. I know, it's a late flight time, but your sister has finals until 4 PM, and she lands in Tampa at 8. We'll pick you up and I will drop you guys off at your hotel courtesy of the Bolts. Then, the party will begin!"

"Let's get this party started!" I reply back to her.

"Yay! I'm so hyped for you to be here soon and I can actually show the city around to you guys and welcome you home!"

I smile as I hear the word 'home' escape her mouth, "This is what I needed: a pilgrimage back home. Maybe Tampa is where I truly belong."

"I hope so as well. See you really soon, and I'll forward the flight information along with your boarding pass for tonight. Get packing, ya?"

She waves goodbye as she hangs up the call, and I immediately freeze. I didn't freeze out of fear, but out of excitement! I finally am getting the time of explore Tampa and meet one of my closest friends, not to mention reuniting with my sister on ground we both have come to love.

I shut my laptop and grab a royal blue suitcase and start to pack. I finally get to meet the team as well as some of the 'Baby Bolts' at the carnival. As I start to throw anything that could be helpful in the Florida heat into the bag, my phone begins to buzz like a honeybee.

The chat from NHL Fans 365 is blowing up all because Shannon said that we are journeying to our new home in Tampa. Heaven forbid we like a second team sometimes more than our first. Must be a crime or something to be a fan some days. Bobby already has called me out and he disrespects me as usual.

Shannon: KRISTINA AND I ARE GOING TO BOLTS FEST!

Bobby:?

Me: AHHHH! I GET TO SEE YOU EARLIER SAMMY!

Shannon: I know, I'm so hyped to see you, Eves, and Pointer in a span of twenty-four hours.

Me: LOL Pointer a priority?

Bobby: I thought you didn't talk to her anymore.

Me: LOL Bobbina, I would never disconnect with my sister. I am finally going home!

Bobby: Thought Dallas was your home?

Me: I don't know if I feel as connected to them as I used to be. Tampa, everyone is so welcoming and friendly. That's a place where I belong.

Brittany: Are you still bandwagoning on Tampa because you finally found a team worse than the Stars?

Me: No. When you find your home where you belong, you cling to it as if it is your last hope.

Bobby: That's basically you saying you are a 'bandwagoner' then.

Me: Don't you like many teams though?

Shannon: Hey, hey let's stop this argument right here. Deano, I'll see you soon!

Me: Yeah, you're right. I don't need this drama before I go meet fabulous people. Bye Sammy!

I mute the chat and sigh. I wonder if their torture will ever go away. If I am anything, I feel like a piece of stained glass. I am beautiful and something that everyone normally enjoys, until people begin to tear me apart, shattering me piece by piece. It's hard to find beauty in something that is so broken, but yet the colors still shimmer in the light.

I finish packing and seal up my suitcase for the journey. Maybe I'll find the guy who always sneaks into my dreams somehow.

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