"Please, no" I pleaded. "Take me! Just don't hurt him, please!" Heero sat tied to a chair in an otherwise empty room. In the room with Heero was a tall beautiful blonde woman with a blood red silk dress and red painted fingernails. She was around 20 or22 in age. I was separated from the room by a large sheet of glass. I was only able to watch as she tortured him, unable to get through the glass wall. Slowly, she cut into Heero's chest with a sword.I screamed again. "Stop! Don't do this! You sick sick person" Tears were streaming down my face. She cut deeper and deeper until she got to his heart. She stopped for a second, and then twisted the sword deeper. Heero yelled in pain. "Heero!!!" I screamed, though by now I knew he couldn't hear me through the glass. I pounded on the glass. I need to get in. I need to get to Heero. I need to save him. It's my fault he's even there. Why though? Why is it my fault? I don't even know, but I know that it is. I clawed and pounded at the wall, but it didn't matter. The wall remained perfectly unblemished. The woman looked at me, desperately trying to get in, and she smiled. She ripped the sword out of Heero's chest, his heart still beating on the end of her sword. I felt sick. How could this happen? It can't. No, not to Heero. This is all wrong. He isn't supposed to die. Not yet, Not now. I swore that I would go before him. He deserves to live far more than I do. I watched her untie him, and Heero slumped to the ground, lifeless. "HEERO!!!!"
I sat up in my bed, panting. Oh, it was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Heero's okay, not dead. None of that was real. That was awful. I wonder what it all meant. My pillow was soaked with sweat and tears. Slowly, I got up, the unsettled feeling still in my stomach. I hope I didn't wake him up just now. I glanced at his bed. But to my surprise, he wasn't there. Odd. He doesn't usually go anywhere so early in the morning. Oh wait, what time is it? I checked the clock. 11:30!? How did I sleep so late?! Hurriedly, I got dressed. I chomped down a pop-tart and glass of milk. I wanted to catch Relen before it got too late in the day. Maybe we can talk over lunch. I searched through Heero's drawers and found her number. Hastily, I dialed.
"Hey, Relena?"