Pat woke up confused. She hated that she had to wake up. The dream only felt like a few minutes or so to her. It didn't feel like hours. The sun was up once more. How long had she been asleep. She had no idea, but didn't matter. 

She sat up slowly, not really wanting to get out of bed. When she finally fully sat up into a sitting position, she looked around the room, still very confused. For some reason, her mind wasn't fast enough to realize where she was. It wasn't her home, that's for sure. She wished it was though. 

She finally remembered, and sighed. She wished she could just go back to her dream again. She was already tired of all this. She wanted this to be a nightmare she was having. She wanted to wake up from this. She usually was bravr, but she didn't feel so brave right now. Not after of what she saw of her parents. 

An shuddered at the dark memory. She was still living it right now too, and she hated it to death. Her dream wad the only thing that seemed to keep her spirits up now. The more she thought of it, the more she wanted to break down and cry again. She forced herself to not cry, but it was difficult. She curled into a ball, and took deep breaths.

 She wasn't letting those stupid tears to win again. She sometimes saw it as a sign of weakness, no matter how many times she's told that it's not. She sighed as she finally got up and started walking. The floor had carpet, so it wasn't really cold as it could've been. She decided to see if her sister was awake or not. When she went to look in Brooke's bed, she wasn't there. 

Where was she? She asked herself a bit worried. Though she told herself that she probably went to the bathroom or something. All of a sudden, there was a noise. It made Pat jump in fear.

What was that?