That night Jackson was parked next to Brian Mcmissile, who laid in a bed. Suddenly the nightmares hit.

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"JACKSON HELP ME!" screamed Ms Rinehart

"Ms Rinehart grab my tyre!" Jackson screamed extending  his tyre. Suddenly a pink thendral shot out of a demotic version of Jackson. (see Image above) Jackson screamed as his aid fell to her death.

"Now, lets talk about your racing." the demotic Jackson said 

"No! I'd rather die than take help from you!"  Jackson sobbed

"Well that can be arranged"  Suddenly his dream switched to this: 

"Where is that fucking bitch Cruz" Jackson snarled blood exiting his mouth.

"Right here! Jackson please, listen, no matter how many fans you lose, you'll still have friends." Cruz tried to convince him.

"No you're wrong! No car will ever love me! I have to win!" Jackson snarled again rolling through gore and blood. Suddenly he started to tear apart a dead car and eat it is intestines and inyards. 

"Jackson stop!" Cruz shouted. Jackson lunged at Cruz, killing her.

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Jackson wakes up to Ms Dawn's gentle touch.  

"Is Cruz ok. Is the house intac? Is everyone alright?" Jackson asked frantically.

"We need to get you to Dr Psych now!" gasped Ms Dawn  

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Sorry its so short