Ellie and Marco fell asleep watching some dumb movie they've seen about a million times. Ellie was dreaming that she was living with a monkey and they got married or sometheing like that. Her dreama were always off the handel. She never knew why, but everytim she watch a movie before bed she always had at lease one character from the movie in her dreams, but not tv. Weird. But Marco on the other hand was having a bad dream. He was dreaming that Paige and Dylan got into a horrible car reck, and they were in the hospital. He was shaking. If Ellie was any closer to him, she would've been able to feel him through his sleep. It was scray. He was in a cold sweat, tossing and turning. Funny though. When he had dreams like that alot of the time they come true. Marco was snapped from his dream at about 2:18 in the moring. He moaned shuffling to the door wondering who it could be, and trying to shake off that dream. Marco opened the door to find to police officers standing there.

"Can I help you officers?" Marco rubbed his eyes.

"yes, does Dylan and Paige Michalchuk live here?" The taller officer looked down at his pad of paper.

"Yes, they do, but they went to their parents for the weekend, is there a problem?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Marco Del Rossi, I live here to, please tell me the problem"

"Well Marco, your friends have been in a car reck and are in the hospital as we speak." The other officer answered back. Marco stood frozen in fear. He knew this couldn't be happing. He tried to pinch himself to wake himself up from this horrible dream, but it wasn't working.

"Ca..can I g..go see them?" Marco studdered/

"I"m sorry son, but their stable now, and visting hours are over. I deeply apologize."

"So..so what time are visting hours?" Marco gripped the dorrknob in fear he was going to pass out and fall.

"You can go tomorrow moring at 9 A.M. Good night Mr. Del Rossi" Bother officers tipped thier hats at him and Marco slowly closed that door.

Marco felt sick., like he was going to throw up. At that moment he just wished he had finished the dream to see how they were, but he knew his dream couldn't do that. What should he do? Should he wake up Ellie? Should he call their parents? No, the hospital proably already did. Marco didn't know what to do. Tears started falling down his cheeks. Why couldn't they let him go see them? To many questions surronded Marco at once. All he wanted to do was realse all of his pain at once.

Marco ran up the staires to the bathroom. He shut and locked the door. If this helped Ellie it has to help me.Marco thought as he was rolling up his sleve. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the razor. He looked at it or a mintue unsure if he should fallow through with it. He shook his head yes. He place the razor on his skin, his hand was shaking. He pushed deeper then followed along his arm. He flinched in pain. It wasn't a very big cut, but on that caused a whole lot of bleeding. He made another cut and anpther until he made 7 cutts. He didn't know why he made so many at once but some how it helped relieve the pain. He still didn't understand how, but it helped non the less.

Blood dripped from his arm. He stood there in shock. More blood then he thought would come out of doing this. He walked over to the sink and turned on lukewram water. He hesitently put his arm under the warm water. Red filled the sink. He washed all of it off then grabed a towel and applied pressure. He could only hope to stop the bleeding.

When the bleeding stoped he covered his arm with his sleave and place the razor back in the cabinet. He sunk on the floor up against the bath tub and cried more. He fell asleep in that postition.