A/N: I know it's been a while since my last update, life's been crazy and I haven't known where to go with this. As is, I had to re-write this chapter about three times until I was happy with it, and, I still think it needs some work.

~ There was darkness all around him, enveloping him like a thick, body less smog. He stumbled with shaking legs for what felt like hours in search of a way out. A sliver of light to show him the way. Countless times he'd tried to call out for help, only to find that the smog had leaked into his lungs and swallowed his voice. His body trembled and he began to run, he didn't know why he was running, or even why he was so afraid, he just knew that he had to get away.

Far in the distance he saw it, the faint outline of an old, battered door. He reached his hands out as he continued to run. He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest, a familiar ache in his arms and back. He fought the rusted handle until finally, it gave and he rushed into the room, slamming the door behind him. The room glowed with an eerie, fading blue light. Its walls were covered from floor to ceiling with broken mirrors of every size and shape. He looked at the hundreds of distorted, broken images of himself, cringing as the cracks dotted with blood.

He turned toward the door, trying desperately to turn the handle. It wouldn't budge, as if it had been locked from the outside! Please.. He pulled as hard as he could, until his hands slipped and he fell onto the floor. Panic set in as he found his wrists bound behind his back.

The figure standing before him was draped in a cloak of the dark smog from outside, starring down at him with a cold smile and blue eyes that glowed with malicious intent. His voice tore through his lungs as he began to scream. Not again, never again! The figure descended upon him, that very intent threatening to drown him.

You'll never escape… The disembodied voice laughed, reaching for his throat. ~

Drake felt his voice shatter the silence as he shot awake, trembling and covered in a cold sweat. He looked around the room viciously, searching for any sign of Shane, but there was only Josh. Josh who was sitting in his bed watching Drake with moist eyes.

"Drake…" His voice was quiet as he crawled out of his bed and walked over toward Drake's.

Drake pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees to hide the tears. "He won't leave me alone…" He whispered.

Josh crawled into the bed, wrapping his arms around Drake. "He cant hurt you now, he's gone."

Drake released his legs and fell into Josh's embrace, hugging him tightly as the tears fell. "I can't escape him Josh, I cant…"

Audrey was sitting at the kitchen table, cradling a cold cup of Coffee when Josh came into the kitchen. "How is he?" She had heard the screams, just as she had the previous three nights.

"Better now," Josh replied, filling a glass with water.

"The Nightmares again?" It wasn't a question she needed to ask. She knew it was the nightmares, he'd been having them since the hospital. Every time he went to sleep he awoke screaming. He was in constant fear of that man coming back.

"Yeah." Josh replied, moving back toward the stairs. "Try and get some sleep, Mom." Josh didn't know what else to say, she got up everytime Drake started screaming, or even when he wasn't. More then once Josh had seen her peering into their room, making sure he was still there.

*.*.*.*.

Drake sat on the couch in his room, curled into a protective shell as empty eyes watched the images on the television. He could feel his eyes blurring as they tried to close. He was so tired, days without sleep weighing on the eyelids. But he couldn't sleep, because if he did, then he would be back. Every time he closed his eyes, or sat in the silence, all of it came back.

He could still hear Shane's voice grating on his ears, could still feel the cold bite of the handcuffs as they cut his wrists. The smell of the house, the silence. All of it still hovered over him. There were no tears as he pushed the thoughts and memories away, he was too tired, too drained emotionally and mentally.

He heard Josh coming up the stairs before he registered that he was home from school. "Hey Drake." Josh walked into the room, throwing his backpack on his bed and walking over to the couch.

"Hey…" Drake answered emptily.

Josh sat down beside his brother and watched him fiddled idly with his fingers. "Did you get any sleep today?"

"Can't sleep," Drake replied. "He's there, every time I try."

"Hey, I'm gonna get something from the kitchen, do you want anything?" Josh asked, trying to be enthusiastic.

"Drake looked up at Josh, and slowly, pushed himself off of the couch. "I'll come with."

Josh smiled, he'd seen the beginning of a grin, that had to be a good sign.

*.*.*.*.

Megan sat patiently in the visitors area of the San Diago Prison visiting room. Shed sworn revenge for what had happened to Drake, and she intended to get it. It hadn't been hard to trick her way in, she knew the right people and had worked out all of the little details over the last week. And now, here she was, waiting for William Terenzo.

William Terenzo was an older man, pushing fifty-four and beginning to show it. He'd been in and out of Prison since the disappearance of his son, Billy. His marriage had crumbled as he and his wife had waited for any news about their son. With nothing left in his life, he'd deteriorated into the highly respected criminal that now sat on the other side of a Plexiglas wall.

Megan geld the corded green phone to her ear, waiting for William to do the same.

"They told me I had a visitor," He laughed. "Who are ye'?"

"My name is Megan Parker, and I have information on the guy who killed your son, Billy."

It took William a moment to reply. He'd always hoped that Billy was alive, though, he'd known. He had always known that Billy wasn't coming home. "What do you know, kid?"

Megan looked around, quieting her voice so as not to be overheard. "The new inmate, Shane Archer."She spit the name. "He raped, and killed your son" It was easier to say then she had thought.

William's face twisted into something dark, and pained Obviously no one had told him anything. "Why are you telling me this?"His eyes narrowed. "And how do you know?"

Now it was Megan's turn to hesitate. It was harder to talk about hat had happened to Drake, difficult to ask of this grieving father what she wanted. "I know, because he hurt my older brother. He didn't kill him, but he did things to him that still have him afraid to sleep." She exhaled deeply. "And I'm telling you this, because you have a right to know. And because I want you to hurt Shane, to make him pay for what he did. For Billy, and for Drake."

The seconds dragged by slowly as Megan waited for a reply. She had little doubt that William would get revenge for his son. Finally, he looked up toward her, his hardened, pained eyes meeting her determined ones.

"Don't worry, the guy'll get what's coming to him, and more." William assured her. "Slow, and painful, that's how we handle his kind in here."

"Thanks." Megan said, her stomach knotting.

"No," William said, stopping her from hanging up the phone. "Thank you. For telling me about Billy. And, take care of your brother."

Megan smiled, a mischievous grin. "I will." With that, she hung up the phone, and watched as William Terenzo was lead away. The knowledge that Shane would hurt for what he'd done was satisfying to her. She sighed. Josh had always said that she was evil, she wondered what he'd say if he knew what she had just done…

A/N: I know it's short. What I'm thinking is one more chapter to this story, because, that's about all I feel it can hold within reason to what I originally wanted. Then, maybe, I want to do a second fic, something short that just handles the healing for Drake. General;ly, I write tragedies better then recovery.