The next thing I knew is that I'm on the couch in the living room. Oh, thank god. It's all a dream. This better be a dream. Everything since I broke up with Putzie, my brother getting killed, and me on the verge of not taking good care of myself.

I was waiting for Mom to come and tell me to get up. But then I hear voices not too far by.

"I hope she wakes up! She's been out for a while."

"French! Don't worry. The nurse said she just fainted."

Oh great. My hopeful spirits have shot down. It wasn't a dream. Again, it was real. A real nightmare. The break up, the death, the stress. The whole thing...

I sat up and rubbed my temples. Geez, my head was starting to hurt.

Frenchy squeaks, "Jan! You're ok!" She sits by me, and hugs. "I'm glad you're ok!"

"What happened?" I asked moaning. Marty answered. "You fainted. You were telling us to leave you alone, and then suddenly you fell."

She continued, "We brought you to the nurse immediately, and she said that you need to go home. But we called your old lady. She ain't here. So we have to bring you home. She said when you fell; you must've hit the floor. So you got a bump on your head." Oh that's why my head hurts. I asked, "How long was I out?"

"Pretty much all morning and some of the afternoon." Marty replied. Then she asked me. "Did you eat anything? You look a little thin?"

I sighed, "I guess I didn't have much of an appetite. That's all." Will they stop worrying about me?

"And when was the last time you slept?" Frenchy asked me. "Don't lie to me."

I sighed wearily. I can't cover any longer. "I haven't slept good all weekend."

"Jan. What are trying to do? Kill yourself?" I shook my head. "I'm just depressed," I sniffled. "That's all."

"Well. Why?" Frenchy asked. I took a deep breath and answered, "I left Putzie."

Marty frowned and asked, "Why? What did he do?"

"He didn't do anything. It was me. I was in a conflict with things, and then I ran off upset. That's why I left the drive-in. And then I thought I get better." I took another deep breath. "I came home and my parents told me my brother..." I inhaled and exhaled, "... Is dead."

They gasped. Frenchy says softly. "Oh... I'm so sorry Jan."

I nodded and then finished, "I had a really bad nightmare that I saw him dead in front of me." I tried my hardest not to recall that dream as I felt nauseous and then started to shake it away. "That was why I haven't slept much all this time."

I don't have enough strength to cry anymore. I tried to cry or heave or something. But nothing came out.

"I can't cry anymore..."

Frenchy asked, "You've been like this all weekend?" I nodded exhaling shakily.

"I can't stop thinking about John. He's my favorite sibling ever. I've been looking up to him since I was born. He's my peanut butter and I'm his jelly. My cuddler. I'm really going to miss those meatball fights, and imitating characters in the Mickey Mouse club..."

"Jan. Look at me." Frenchy says urging me to look at her. "I know what was like to lose someone you love. I lost three dogs. One of them got ill, one of them got accidentally ran over, and another one-"

"Frenchy! Stop! You're making it really worse!" Marty snaps and hits her.

"No Marty." I said, "it's fine."

Frenchy looked at the clock which was hung on the other side of the room. "We only have fifteen minutes till we go to Thunder Road."

"Jan? I know you don't want to come. But we need you to cheer for Kenickie with his car."

I shook my head. "Now I don't feel like going."

Marty begs, "Please Jan. We need you to support him. Because Rizzo ain't comin'." She sighed sadly. "She's never talking to him... And me..."

"You? What did you do?" I asked, getting worried.

Marty took a deep breath. "Rizzo kinda got pregnant from the leader of the scorpions, and then she told me not to tell anyone. But I kinda told Sonny and soon he spreads the rumor. Kenickie suddenly knows, and they'll never talk to each other. Rizzo ain't going to talk to me ever."

How come I never knew about this?

"It's all my fault," Marty sighed again about to tear herself. "Actually, most of it was Sonny's. But partially mine."

Oh. So that's what happened that night of the incident.

I did not expect Rizzo being pregnant. I can't help but think that something came and tore all of our friendships apart. Sandy won't talk to Danny, but she will. Rizzo won't talk with Kenickie and Marty. And I left Putzie.

"Someday things will work out," she says to me. "You'll be ok. Before you know it. You're out of high school. Putzie might forgive you. And you have us. We'll be with you always when you're down. We're in this together even if we might be apart." I sniffled and then softly smiled.

"I'm starting to feel a lot better already. Thanks you guys!" Frenchy and Marty hugged me.

Frenchy lets go and asks me, "You still don't want to come to Thunder Road?"

I replied with my lighthearted jovial personality coming back. "I ain't going to miss it for the world!"

Marty giggled. "Alright. Let's go! But first we gotta fix you up Jan! You look like a wreck!"

I smiled and chuckled, "yeah."

Frenchy brushed my hair and puts it up in a one pony tail on top my bushed hair. Marty puts makeup on me and gave me an apple to munch on after I hardly eaten. As soon as they finished, I grabbed my Pink Ladies jacket and went out to the car. Now all I have to do is cheer for Kenickie, and apologize to Putzie.

We followed the guy's car along with their car they fixed at an auto shop, in Marty's car. As soon as we all got to Thunder road. We got out of the car, and stood behind "Greased Lightning", the name they called the car.