*THANX TO DHARKE – EXTRA HUG (forgive me that one, no disrespecting okay, sweetie?:o) ) PCWs – will we eva get rid of them? - Gave Billy lotsa sweets; Alex stole half of them though. No peach diet for him …. Hate my Alex? HATE MY ALEX?? Loool – I'd truly be uncertain if u didn't – then I'd have to rewrite everything, ;oP Smacking his head 'gainst the wall for a while, huh? See what I can do n make it 'beavable', lol

And FAILLE: of course any kind of review is welcome. The only thing is: if someone criticises another one's style, spelt, 'alphabetical method' as well as his/her grammar – this person should be quite perfect in it him/herself. As for u; u don't seem to know many punctuation marks – as well as u make quite a lot mistakes urself. This is no offence either. I know that I am not perfect (and surely make a lot of mistakes as well as I use a lot of strange abbreviations some might consider as severe mistakes) but as I said in my bio; since English is not my mother tongue and I've never been close to any English speaking country or state – maybe you can forgive me. I will keep on posting in it -  don't read it if it bores you to death – I didn't know it was that bad though.*

Chapter8

Billy snored happily, now and then sighing in his dream. Alex wasn't keen on finding out what it was about. He was suffering from a severe headache, part of it still related to the accident, another to all the things that had happened today. It had been a little bit too much so he was thankful for still of the night, allowing him to think it all over.

His parents. They had left since he had refused to see them again. Matt had tried to talk to him about it but Alex had rejected for he thought him to be the reason he was still here and so the doctor had finally let him alone.

Carter. His mind was still spinning, trying to find a meaning in all of this. More or less patiently, the jock had told him everything again, beginning with the day they all got to the airport for their trip to Paris, not failing to add lots of accusations and sarcastic sideswipes. Due to his information the real misfortune had started short after the crash. Everyone had tried to deal with the situation somehow. The FBI – which had sent two agents to question them right after the accident – had examined them two more times, still without any results. The only thing they thought to know for sure was that Alex somehow was responsible for the incident, thought they could not prove anything against him. Of course they didn't believe in the premonition that had caused him and the others to get off the plane – more or less voluntarily.

His next premonition had taken place after the day of the commemoration at their old school. Tod, his best friend – whom he hadn't seen during the 39 days period for his father, desperate over this other son George's death, had denied Tod to meet his mate – had held the speech. The same night Alex had been given a hint foreshadowing his death, but when he arrived at Tod's house, it had already been too late. Due to the official version the boy had strangled himself with a clothesline in the bathroom, but Alex never believed that. Carter hadn't been there himself, he just depended on Clear's information and what he had read in the newspaper or seen in the news. The little facts that had not been falsified.

That was when the nightmares had started. Of course all of them had a lack of sleep, based on the shock they had gone through but it was nothing compared to what happened afterwards. What was still happening.

To make things even weirder – they couldn't remember anything. They would just wake up every night, scared to death, bathed in perspiration, sometimes finding unexplainable wounds on their bodies. After a while it worsened that much that as a result they didn't even dare to fall asleep at all, doing anything to stay awake.

Tod's death had been sort of the dot on the I, the icing on a cake made of madness.

Their parents had gone totally crazy about their strange behaviour, but after Tod's so-called suicide it had even increased. It had been like a mass hysteria. One after the other had been admitted to an institution. Like him. Obviously he had been at more than one. Stoneybrook had been the first one, but out of some reason he had left. Next stop; Price. He somehow must have managed to escape, just to run into a fucking car and get back to alibi-prison.

The only one who actually didn't seem to belong to their 'group' was Larry. Though he was here out of the same reason.

Clear. As for him she was the weirdest part. He sort of had a girlfriend. Geez, she was a pretty girl. He had sex with. Obviously not too bad. He considered it to be the only good thing that had happened to him within the last time.

Billy just let out another happy sigh and gradually it started to annoy him.

First because of the sound.

Second because of the constant repetition.

Third because of Billy being able to sleep.

Fourth because of obviously having a pleasurable dream.

Fifth because he started to mumble incoherent words, his breath going faster.

Alex sent a desperate look heavenwards; he was not willing to sit here, being forced to listen to Billy having a wet dream.

He reached for one of the thick mags beside him, glancing over to the other boy's body underneath the covers. For some wonderful peaceful moments he was quiet. Alex sighed and opened the mag and tried to focus on an article about some new special technology. Hell, what was Billy reading? This was deadly boring. He flipped through it as suddenly some sheets dropped to the ground. Bending forward to pick them up it was revealed that it was an entire mag itself. Alex suppressed laughter as he took a closer look at it. A teenage boy's second best friend – the Playboy. He sent a smirk towards Billy, looking down at the mag, then back to him again, raising an eyebrow. Something wasn't right. He was surely thankful for the silence, but something had caught his attention. It took him a few seconds to realize what it was. Billy was lying a bit too still; he wasn't even breathing.

Alex jumped from his seat and ran towards the bed. A thin red line ran out of Billy's mouth.

"What the- Billy?? Billy?? Fucking wake up!!"

Alex started to shake him and slapping his face and was almost at the door to get help as he heard Billy getting up with a moan. Swaying back and forth he tried to stand, but Alex just got to him in time to prevent him from collapsing on the floor. Cautiously he helped him to sit on the bed again.

"Billy listen, I will just be away for a second or –" his eyes went to the alarm button at the wall in front of them.

"NO!" Billy grabbed his arm and shook his head, then fell back onto the mattress for he got dizzy. "Don't. Please – don't."

"You scared the fucking hell outta me, man! Fuck, you are bleeding-"

"I get nosebleeds easily, no big thing", Billy replied weakly.

"Billy, it's not your –" he glanced at his face, realizing that Billy's nose was truly bleeding, "not only your nose that's bleeding." He stuffed some pillows behind his back to make him sit in a more straight position so he wouldn't swallow all the blood. "Just lemme go n get one of the nurses – or Max if he's in the night shift-"

"Alex, believe me, I'm okay, there's nothing they can do. If you tell anyone what has happened I will be snowed with tranquilizers until I puke. Or die. I've been through all of that long enough to know."

"Okay, I'm no doctor, but as far as I know blood coming out your mouth could mean your lungs-"

"Relax – I just bit into my cheek somewhere on the inside, I can feel it with my tongue. That's all."

"So that shock made you stop breathing as well, huh?"

"What?"

"Breathing. You weren't breathing for a moment – hell, I thought you just died in your sleep-" he cut off.

"That was no really good comparison – what?"

Billy had started to palpate his chest and abdomen, wincing now and then. Slowly lifting his pyjama jacket, he revealed lots of bruises on his skin.

"What the fuck?!" was all Alex managed to say, while Billy just lay back again, a sad, resigned expression on his face.

*Aw, dat was lame, wasn't it? Sorry, I promise to write a better one next time. Hell, this is becoming a book if I keep on writing that slowly.*