A gun shot. Blood. Dead. Mom. Jack screaming. The reaper laughing. Tense stiffing feeling the reaper touch my shoulder. All of those things ran thought my head, untill the lights flipped on. A hand rubbed my back, while the other smoothed out my hair. Another person sat in the chai beside my bed. I jumpily jerked not realizing the hands where my father's. I pushed my self up to see Spencer, dad, and Emily standing in front of me. I felt the tears form in my eyes. Don't cry, not in front of Spence, not in front of Em, I reminded myself. I felt someone's hands grab mine. ''She's still half asleep'', dad reminded them. He smiled slightly hugging me. ''Same dream?''.
''Worse this time. I saw blood, heard Jack scream, heard you- I heard you saying no, telling yourself it wasn't true, that she wasn't dead. Hearing you throw the phone at the windsheald, hearing Spence say no. I heard again, saw it again. It was so real'', I cried.
The tears started comeing. Dad was almost crying too. Em, Spence, and dad climbed on my bed. I love those guys. Spence and dad laid beside me, Em laid beside my dad fixing his and my own hair.
''You two are so alike, never cry, never smile, make awesome jokes, never had a commited realationship'', Em joked.''Short black hair, sharp dark eyes, when you stare it seems like you're staring into somebody's soul. Very protective, that's a good thing''.
''Taller than usual, extremely thin. Rarely annoying'', Spencer added.
''Make's stupid desicioins somethimes'', dad added. We all laughed. He turned the lights off. I hugged him and turned my back to Spencer.
''All I ever wanted was to see you smiling, I know that I love you, oh baby why don't you see that all I ever wanted was you and me'', I woke up to the song blarring from my phone.
''Turn it off'', Em, dad, and Spence shouted in unison. I pushed my head down into Spence's arm. a hand grabbed mine. A man laid on the other side of Em.
''When did Derek get here?'', I asked.
''About when I fixed your alarm for 2 am'', he smiled.
I got up and laid in my dad's bad, it was so fricking empty. I covered up noticing the picture of my dead mother on the bedside table. I pushed it facedown and cried ino my pillow. I almost fell asleep crying. Dad and Spencer got on either side of me. I cried into my father's chest, while spencer rubbed my back. ''I don't understand. I haven't had those dreams for a while, why now''.
''It was exactly a year ago today, 4:30 pm, I found you and Jack, here, with your mother'', dad inquired.
''What wrong with me!'', I asked. ''WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!''.
''Look at me'', dad lightly pushed my chin up to look at me. ''Nothing's wrong with you, baby girl''. He kissed my forehead. His eyes met mine. I am so angry.
''I'm so stupid'', I cried. ''I should have done something''.
''It wasn't your fault''. Spencer huged me. He kissed my head. ''You are smarter than your dad''. I laughed. If only that laugh lasted utill morning.