"What?" I shouted as my arms broke out in goose bumps. Did he just say I died?

Micah sniffled. "It was terrible."

Micah's Dream…

Micah's POV

As everyone shouted and chanted, I walked towards my sacrifice. I followed Mordechai and Jedediah open the one casket made of corn. I thought there were two. As they opened it I expected to see Lacey, but as they opened it I saw that it is Deena. I stared at her in disgust as she tried to move under the ropes grasp on her wrists and ankles.

"Silence!" Everyone then stopped chanting as I walked closer to Deena. What am I doing? I tried to stop walking, but I have no control over my feet.

"Micah please! Don't do this." Deena begged and pleaded.

"She is the sacrifice!" I yelled to everyone as the all watched eagerly.

"First I'm going to cut out her tongue and once her pitiful protestations are silenced, I will CARVE OUT HER HEART!" I yelled as everyone began chanting

"We are one! We are one!" They chanted over and over as I lifted the knife high above my head against my will. I couldn't stop them from moving. I tried with all my might to keep it from coming down, but it did. Right into Deena's chest, stabbing her in the heart. I watched as Deena's eyes grew glassy as she looked up at me. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth and then she wasn't moving. She is dead and it's my fault.

Deena's POV

Micah told me what happened and I pulled him into a hug.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." I said sadly as he held on tight to me.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" Micah asked me as he leaned his head against my shoulder. "Please, to make the dreams stop."

I really couldn't take the risk. Sure it was highly unlikely for someone to go into a patients' room at night, but still. It's a big risk, but Micah needed me and it's not like Burma is here. So I guess I could.

"…ok." I said reluctantly. Micah's face brightened as took my shoes off. I slipped under the covers with him. As I was taking my hair out of its ponytail Micah put his arm around my waist.

"I'm really happy you're here." He admitted as he started to doze off. I gave him a kiss on his forehead as I turned off the light. As Micah finally went to sleep as I rubbed my finger through his hair, I texted my mom saying that I slept by a friends' house. She then called me and I had to hurry up and answer it.

"Deena you can't just go by someone's house without telling me. And I don't know your friends parents." My mom ranted.

"Mom, please, just let me stay this one night. I'm already here anyway." I whispered.

"Well what's the friend's name?" My mom asked suspiciously on the other line. I can hear the radio in her car so she is probably on her way home.

"…um…Michelle?" I said it like a question. I figure a girl name close to Micah is Michelle.

"Whatever just don't let it happen again." My mom said before she hung up. I let out a sigh of relief. I watched as Micah lightly snored onto the pillow. I smiled softly as I began to fall asleep too. Right before I closed my eyes I gently whispered into Micah's ear before I fell asleep.

"I love you."

I slowly opened my eyes as I felt someone move beside me. I turned my head and saw Micah still sleeping peacefully next to me. I slowly smiled. I turned my head and saw the flashing red lights. 6:02. I slowly sat up as I looked out the window. There was a light snow indicating that tomorrow is Christmas. I smiled at the thought. Micah then began to slowly wake up. I turned and giggled at his appearance. His hair was messy and his eyes looked a little drowsy.

"It's not nice to laugh at people." Micah said as he yawned. I then yawned after all they are contagious. I ruffled his hair and slowly stood up. I stretched my arms and began to finger comb my hair.

"Whatever, if you saw how you look now you'd probably laugh." I added with grin. I sat Indian style on the bed as Micah slowly got up.

"Can we leave this room? I'm getting tired of looking at it all the time." Micah complained. I rolled my eyes with smirk as I grabbed his wheel chair. I lifted him and sat him in comfortably as we began to roam different halls on different floors. As we were just walking, well I was walking Micah was rolling, around the hospital I noticed that Micah is a couple of feet behind me.

"Come on hot wheels, catch up." I said with a laugh as Micah glared.

"Don't call me that! It's not funny." Micah said causing me to laugh at my new nickname for Micah. Micah then grinned too.

"You know it's funny." I said as I got behind him and I began to push. I guess his hands were getting kind of tired.

"Come on we can't just do this all day." I said as I was beginning to get sick of looking at wooden doors with patients inside.

"Let's get something to eat." I suggested.

"The food here isn't edible." Micah pointed out. Ok that much is true since the food here, or any other hospital, is crap.

"True dat."

I then just noticed that we were in the lobby. Maybe I should see who's here.

"I'm going see who's here. Don't go anywhere."

Micah scoffed and pointed to the wheel chair.

"Trust me I won't get far." I chuckled and walked towards the counter. I pushed my hair behind my ear as I peered at the sign in sheet. Wow no Burma again. Santa must have gotten my letter, or just heard my thoughts about her. I walked back to Micah with a grin.

"What are you smiling about?" He asked with curiosity etched on his face.

"Burma isn't here today." I said as his face lightened up.

"Yes!" Micah exclaimed. I shook my head as we went back into the room.

Once inside I picked Micah up and put him in back in the bed.

"Ok now I have to go home, but I'll be right back." I said to him as I threw my hair in a bun.

"Ugh why?" Micah whined as he shot me a look of distressed.

"Because I want to take a shower." I pointed out. "And I want to change my clothes."

Micah groaned as I turned to make a departure. Micah cleared his throat. I turned around smirking since I knew what he wanted. I walked towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you in an hour Micah. Bye." I then left the room and ran the short couple of blocks home. Once inside I made my way upstairs. I entered my room and immediately stripped to my birthday suit and hopped in the shower. I grabbed my vanilla body wash and scrubbed my body. I began to wash my hair too. Once I was done I put on my bathrobe and began to brush my teeth while I went to my closet. I grabbed a grey long sleeved t-shirt and a black skirt with tights to fend off the cold temperature outside. Once I was dressed I began to comb the tangles out of my hair. I winced at a knot in the back.

Once I was fully dressed I began to leave the house. I made my way back to the hospital. It was kind of dumb that none of the staff members noticed that I had my own little personal slumber party with Micah, I thought as I walked inside the elevator. I walked into Micah's room to see a very bored looking Micah.

"Took you long enough." Micah grumbled as I pushed a curly strand of hair out of my face.

"Sorry." I said as I gave him a light kiss. "Forgive me?" I asked as I watched in satisfaction as he nodded his head yes. I chuckled at Micah. I then began playing with his hair. While doing that I began to think about tomorrow. The day I finally give Micah back his bracelet.

"This feels good." Micah muttered as I continued to run my fingers through his hair.

"Can you go a little lower?" He asked me as he clasped my hands in his and moved my hands down to his shoulders. I snorted as I began to gently massage them.

"What am I? You're personal masseuse?" I asked playfully.

"Damn straight." Micah said with a smirk.

"Ok but we're going to have to talk about my salary." I said jokingly. As I was massaging his shoulders I heard my phone buzz which meant I got a text message. I picked it up and saw it is Lacey.

"Who is that?" Micah asked as I stopped rubbing his shoulders so that I could text her back.

"Oh, just a friend." I told him as I clicked send. I really didn't know how Micah would react if I told him that I still talked to Lacey. After all, he did try to kill her the last time he saw her. I sighed.

"It's…Lacey." I said as I watched his expression. He tensed up as he looked away. Great, I shouldn't have told him.

"Oh, you still talk to her?" Micah asked quietly. I nodded my head in silence.

"Can you tell her something?" He asked as he looked at me. Confused I answered him.

"What do you want me to tell her?" I asked as Micah looked down.

"Tell her I'm sorry."