Jeremy jolted from his dream. No, it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare. The same nightmare he had every night. The same nightmare that caused him to gasp for air, to curse his life, and the same nightmare that caused him grief and pain throughout every single day he lived. Everyday he lived; though he seemed to die a little bit inside from loneliness each day. The youth put a hand to his forehead, and wiped a bit of sweat that had formed on his brow. He muttered something quietly, but there was no one in his house to stop him from saying it louder. Jeremy swung his legs from the bed, or the torn up, raggedy couch he called a bed, and stood up. The teenager was tall for his age, as some would say. He stood slumped, but at normal height he would stand at about six feet, or a little shorter. The adolescences' night black hair held in tight dreadlocks, his small wolf ears just peaking over his hair. His skin was dark in color, which almost matched the hue of his hair, while his eyes brought flames about them. Jeremy was thin. Muscular, you might say, and was broadly built from years of fighting. For now, what he wore was just his plain white boxers, and a thin tank top shirt that matched the color of his underpants. When walking towards the hot spring, he kicked over a small can and smashed it under his bare, sullen feet. The boy winced in pain, yet continued heading in the direction of the warm, soothing waters that would make his troubled life disappear for a little bit. Yawning, he undressed and wrapped a silky towel around his waist, slipping into the healing waters. The rocks that surrounded the spring were slick, but not to where you couldn't walk on them. Jeremy ran his hand along a certain sharp one, and stared at the large, rumbling sky. A few dark clouds had been moving in, and it had gotten colder since he had last been out. Shopping was on his list of things to do, as well as sell what little potion he had into the market. Almost everyday it was like this. Get up, live a little, then go back to sleep and back to those hallucinations that disturbed the sleep he needed. Today would be no different than the others. Everyday is the same now.