Mike was eating his cereal. He was tired from tossing and turning all night thinking about what he heard yesterday. What really seemed to disturb him the most was a dream he kept having everything he woke up and tried to go back to sleep. He was lying on the floor of the hotel; it was the last night of their summer vacation with Tess. Lucy is lying in the bed. He is watching like in third person, as Lucy climbs out bed and lay down beside him and sleeps with him. He is always awaked after that. He keeps having it and it is getting on his nerves. As throws his backpack on this back and heads out the door, closing the door behind him he sees Lucy on the opposite side of the street walking, with her head down and ears drooping, to school. He felt a pang of guilt but he shook it off. Before he could even take a fourth step a familiar cloaked figure appears.

"Wondering about your dream?" He asked.

"What do you want?" Mike said annoyed.

He explained to Mike "It's a vision of that night."

Mike was getting really annoyed "That's bull shit! Lucy was in bed when I woke up!"

The cloaked figure grabbed Mike and brought him to his face. Mike tried to identify the person but all he could see was… emptiness? Mike saw he was at the hotel room. He saw himself sleeping on the floor and Lucy standing over him. She bent down then laid next to Mike and placed both arms around him and slept. The sun was just beginning to let some light in. Lucy woke up panicking "Oh no I…I shouldn't have done that. He has Sandy and…" She slowly got and climbed back into bed. "I hope he isn't awake. That was stupid of me. If he had woken up first he would have been mad at me..." She looked over at Mike still sleeping. Ears drooped she whispered "I am sorry Mike." She rolled over facing away from Mike and began to cry softly.

"What?" Mike shouted.

Mike started walking faster. "What if I didn't save her that night? Would you?"

Starting to sweat Mike said "Of…of… of course I would have!" The figure said nothing "Fine! No! I would have pushed her!" Mike yelled.

"Oh would you?" The figure touched Mike's shoulder, he was now on the bridge it was night time he looked up three feet from him was Lucy standing on the railing.

"Lucy?" Mike spoke softly. Lucy turned around looked him ears drooping and tears in her eyes.

"Mike?" she replied sadness in her voice.

"What are you waiting for? Shove her! End your misery! Kill that ungrateful bitch! " Mike heard his own voice.

"Lucy, don't jump!" Mike pleaded.

"Why Mike?" Lucy spoke softly "Isn't this what you want?"

"No!" Mike said reaching for Lucy. There was a flash and he was back on the sidewalk towards school. Mike continued towards school. He walked into class noticed Paulo was sitting next to Lucy, who had her head lowered; he took a sit next to an empty one. He noticed Paulo trying to comfort Lucy, but not having much luck. In all of his classes he noticed more and more glares, the seats near Lucy were filled with her friends, and Mike was pushed into lockers and tripped as he walked the halls. At lunch Mike sat in a corner on the floor eating his lunch fully aware of all the glares around him, he felt lonely, unwanted, and hated.

Mike was walking home sore, tired, miserable. He hated school he hate how everyone was a jerk to him. He was not looking forward to school and the misery it housed. The next two weeks were the same miserable hell hole. The hits got harder turning into bruises, he never saw Lucy ever once during those two weeks.

He was walking over to his corner to eat his lunch in misery when Paulo tripped causing Mike fall on the floor face first into his lunch. "How's that feel asshole" Paulo Laughed as he walked away, others started joining laughing until the whole cafeteria was filled with laughter. Mike didn't care, he was already miserable enough he just laid there starting to cry. He was crying so hard he almost didn't notice the laugh died down to silence. He was afraid of what was next. He felt warm hands around his lower chest start to lift him up. Whoever it was wasn't strong enough to lift up Mike so he tried getting up to help whoever was helping him. He got to his feet and starred into the eyes of the one who helped him up.