I can feel your breath, I can feel your death. I want to know you, I want to see you. I want to say, "Hello. Please remember me?"

"What are you gonna do?" Asked conscious. It wasn't mine. But it was a conscious that wanted to help, but knew that I didn't know what to do.

"It doesn't matter who you are to others." Other people or my friends and family say this trying to help. I'm thankful that they try, though it sadly doesn't help me.

"You can't do anything." My self conscious spoke. It grinned its evil grin at me as I tried not letting it get to my head. "Go ahead, say something. No, actually CRY." It laughed so evilly that I felt helpless and afraid. It knew my weakness.

Karma came to help, "Sorry, I can't hear you, dead eco- self esteem."

I woke up crying quietly. The memories of today's event appeared in my mind. I was scared. I was scared of losing the one I love. I knew he was scared too.

I had forgotten where I was. I looked around and realized I was in a car. I immediately was about to freak out when I realized who's car it was, then I calmed down completely. I was in Allan's car. I turned to look to see him driving quietly.

"Hey." He knew I was awake. He didn't really sound like himself anymore. He seemed more dead than usual. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept ok. How are you holding up?"

He didn't speak for a bit. When he finally did, he sighed a bit, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, it's fine."

"I can't stop worrying about you. Especially from today."

He sighed softly, "I can't stop worrying about you either. I heard you crying and saw you cry the right corner of my eye. You had a bad dream, didn't you?"

I had wiped my tears away. I knew I couldn't lie to him. I nodded my head and spoke, "Yes. I did."