The next morning she goes to a dollar store and purchases the desired objects for her new home, including a small plastic dresser, tiny dinning room table made of metal. Once making it home and organizing everything she purchased. She sits with her laptop and types in the address she found for her father. 132 South Main street, "That's the next street over? Really?" She closes the lid and lays back onto her sleeping bag, "I'll go there next week on Saturday," An over whelming feelings floods her, "What do I even expect? Do I even care? Will this change me? Will he accept me? Deny me? What will happen if he does any of them?" Her mind whirls with the possibilities, "I guess I'll worry about it when it happens, no use tearing myself up about it now," She looks at her phone, "I can't believe it's already seven at night!" She shuts her trace phone and turns the light off, "Might as well get some sleep, I still need some more cloths, probably another busy day, and I need some groceries, I have to stop eating out, so that means I have to pick up some pots, pans and utencles for cooking,"

"You'll be used,"

"What? How?"

"Don't go,"

"Who are you?" A black figure stands in front of her in a the middle of chaos while everyone rushes around them.

"I'm," He vanishes as the boy from the pharmacy appears wearing a red and yellow shirt.

"It's okay, your safe now,"

"Where am I?" She begins to look around only to see darkness and hear maniacal laughter, chilling her to the core.

"What do you want?" She screams, trying in vain to cover her ears, but the laughter is in her head. Suddenly, a pale, male face bombards her vision. Green short hair sits messily atop his head, green eyes bore into her soul, and a wide, red rimed mouth laughs loudly, madly, evilly.

"Why are you doing this?" She tries to run, only to begin falling, until the black figure appears again, reaching out his hand.

"NO!" She springs forward, breathing heavily, sweat rolling off her body while fear and confusion flood her scenes. She looks around frantically to see her room, the sunlight filtering in through the branches of the tree outside her window, hears the birds chirping, feels the warmth of her sleeping bag, "Another dream," She takes a few deep, calming breaths before climbing out of the sleeping bag to wash up for the day.

Looking in the mirror after brushing her teeth, waiting for hair to settle after drying it with a towel, Why do I keep having these dreams? She asks the mirror, looking at the tired, purple bags under eyes, her sunken cheeks, her tanned skin, her long blond hair that now reaches past her butt, "I look like a mess," She grabs her hair brush and begins the exhausting feat of brushing her hair out after a shower, "It doesn't matter, their just dreams, it's not like they ever mean anything," She laughs shortly at herself for even thinking they would mean anything, "Their just the way our subconscious sorts out memories and waking problems. That's all dreams are, a way to occupy the mind while we rejuvenate our bodies," She tells herself as she finishes brushing and lets her hair fall onto her back, "Time to pick out cloths, and some new shoes,"

"Where to, little lady?" Marg asks as she pulls up to the building while Jade waits for her outside.

"Walmart please," She gets into the back seat and looks out the window as the city rushes by.

"What's going on?" Marg asks into the back seat as Jade sighs at the window for the tenth time.

"Nothing, why?" She straightens up and looks at Marg through the rear view.

"Girl's don't sigh THAT many times at the senory for no reason, huny,"

"Oh, just..." She sighs again, not knowing how to word her problems. Not knowing why she would even consider telling the Taxi driver any way, why did this lady care about her any way? Why was she even still thinking about it? "Happy things are looking up for me," She decides to lie and plaster a fake smile on her face, waiting for Marg to catch the bait, only to see her raise her eye brow in skepticism.

"Right...Well, how about this, when your ready to talk, I'll be listen'," She drops her off at Walmart and drives off with out another word.

Picking out ten button up flanal shirts of different colors that are two sizes too big from the man's section, three pairs of black skinny jeans, three pairs of blue boot cut jeans, and two pairs of tan cargo pants, and a set of nonstick pots and pans and a set of cooking utenciles she takes her cart up to the check out, "That will be two hundred dollars and ninty nine cents,"

"Here,"

"Out of Two hundred and five," Receiving her change back, she grabs her bags and calls Marge.

Waiting outside, she realizes that the next day will be her first day of work, "I better get good sleep tonight," She looks up at the clouds lazily drifting by and lets her mind wander to memories of her and her mother together before the cancer. Before the bills, before the nightmare.

"Hay, space cadet," Jade lowers her head to see Marge waiting for her, "Are you going to get in or stair off into the cosmos's for an answer?" She asks as Jade gets in, "I promise you won't have the answer unless you ask it," Jade just throws her bags into the back seat and follows suit, "Back home I assume?"

"Yes, please,"

Once back home, she throws everything in the washer, then goes back to her apartment.

Tomorrow is my first day of work, I'll have to go to bed early to be there by seven in the morning, so i'll have to get up by five thirty to make a decent breakfast and mentally prepare myself, and if I'm not early, I'm late.

After finishing the laundry, she sets her alarm, and crawls into her sleeping bag.