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Commonly Asked Questions: Why is Bobby bleeding so much? Well, to answer that… he isn't. He was hallucinating, just like he was with the snakes. There were no reptiles there, just Bobby and his fevered mind. Oooh SPOOKY!

Strange Questions: Froot? What the hell is froot?! Now, I'm not naming names, but someone, COUGH SYDNEY COUGH, "kindly" told me that I misspelled fruit. Thank you, Sydney for riding up my butt because I spelled one thing wrong. Though, I'm sorry to inform you that I didn't spell "fruit" wrong, I merely named a brand of cereal called Froot Loops.

I suppose you've never heard of the tiny fruity O's that you pour milk on and I must tell you that you're really missing out. The smell of Froot Loops in morning is to die for.

Thank you all for the reviews and the suggestions! I enjoyed reading 'em.

BOBBY'S POV
At home – 10:45pm – 13 days before Grace's return.

I walked feebly behind Jack as we entered the house. It was quiet and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. I started toward the stairs but Jack rushed to stop me.

"Whoa, hold it right there. I'm not sure what you did, but we have to get your face cleaned up." And my hands, I added softly in my head. I looked at them slowly and was startled when there wasn't as much blood on them as I first perceived. Suddenly I remembered the room and all of the blood that covered the walls. Jack was going to kill me.

I flew up the stairs before he could even blink and opened the door only to find a perfectly clean room. Well, maybe not perfectly, but a room that was not covered in blood. Maybe someone cleaned it? No, no one was here. Jack walked up behind me and studied the room.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently. I never knew his voice could be so gentle. Jack was a good brother. Sure, sometimes he was a little angry or mean, but I've always gave him good reason to be.

"I'm tired." I whispered in answer and started to wipe at my eyes. They were burning badly like the feeling you get when you're going to cry and you are trying to hold back the tears. To my knowledge though, I was not crying, or better yet, not even sad.

I started to walk to the bed but Jack grabbed my shoulders.

"You're going to help me fix this." His voice was sharp and it caused me to look down, ashamed. I shouldn't be putting Jack through this; it's not his fault I'm always getting sick. I walked to my drawer and got a few of my things (Inhaler included) and headed to the bathroom.

"Where're you going?"

"To the bathroom." I turned to look at him; regarding his expression solemnly "You don't have to worry about me, Jack. I'm sorry I'm causing you so much trouble." I promptly turned and left. Jack didn't deserve this.

I entered the bathroom and took one glance in the mirror. Staring back at me was, surprisingly, not me. Dark eyes with no emotion what-so-ever and I couldn't tell what was wrong. A zombie stood before me, bloody scratches against pale skin, disheveled hair, torn clothing, and to top it all off, a slumped posture that couldn't seem to be corrected.

I spent about an hour and a half cleaning this stranger's face of blood. A shower helped with everything else. I put on some clean clothes that I had retrieved from my drawer. Really it was only a pair of baggy gray sleep pants and a black shirt that also seemed to not fit. I've been losing weight. Once I was out I was startled to see Jack standing there, worried.

"What took you so long? You know you scared the shit out of me? I thought you fell!" Though his voice was loud, his eyes were low and sunken. I was causing him pain by making him worry. My head started to throb as soon as the thought when through it. I put my cool hand to my burning forehead.

"I'm sorry." I walked past him and into the room. I wanted to sleep so badly.

"Bobby, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Jack stood in the doorway as I climbed into bed. "Please…" He added almost so softly that I thought I hadn't heard it at all.

"The sna-" I started, but was abruptly cut off by my older brother.

"No! None of this "snakes" BS. Haven't you noticed that I have no idea what you are talking about when you say that!? Please, Bobby, tell me. Explain to me what you mean about "snakes." He stopped; at first I thought he was going to continue, but he only sighed and leaned heavily against the doorframe.

I was so tired; I didn't know what to do. Jack would never be able to sleep thinking about me so maybe I should tell him. But what if I told him and he was even more worried and he'd take me to the hospital. I hated the hospital which sucked because I was there almost 5 times a year for something serious.

"I'm not sure. It all sounds pretty crazy now." I was talking without even thinking. Maybe it's from the fatigue; who knows? "I thought there were snakes… and then the truck. I saw the truck coming and I figured it would kill them. So I jumped out in front of it."

Jacks eyes widened and he stood up straight; taking a few short strides to his bed. He sat down and stared at me.

"Well, obviously you haven't been hit by a truck." He looked at me strangely. "Have you?" I shook my head lightly; a small smile playing over my features at how funny Jack looked when he said that.

"No, the truck swerved. I-I don't r-really remember w-what happened a-after that." I was stuttering, badly and I couldn't figure out why. Why couldn't I remember!? I remember remembering, if that makes any sense. I mean, I remember what I was thinking, but not what I was seeing.

"Hey, shh…" Jack whispered, got up, and took a step forward. Placing a hand on my shoulder he said something else, but I was just so tired. I felt my head hit my pillow and then that was it.

When I was dreaming, I saw our room (Me and Jack's.) I saw me sitting on the bed looking at my hands and then freaking out. I remembered that was when I saw the blood on my fingers, but despite my frantic movements, no blood showed itself. I was crazy. That's it. My tired eyes saw blood; my brain didn't know what to think, but my hands… they knew that nothing was wrong. If only I had listened.

JACK'S POV
Their Bedroom – 1:13am – 12 days before Grace's return.

I watched Bobby fall asleep. He made it look so easy, but when I got into bed and closed my eyes, I realized how much harder it really was. I was so confused about the whole day.

"Maybe I should go through it." I whispered calmly to myself. "Alright, Bobby is sick, that much is obvious and maybe he's a little bit crazy. Jeez, I really should take him to the hospital, especially because I don't know what's wrong with him. I'll see what he thinks in the morning. Who knows? Maybe this'll all blow over. Or maybe…" I yawned loudly "Maybe this is all just a dream."

Still The Bedroom – 5:59am – 12 days before Grace's return.

I woke with a start only to find Bobby up too; coughing violently by the door. I sat up and looked at the alarm clock: three minutes before it was set to go off. My eyes went back to my brother as coughed. Jeez, I know it was a lousy thing to think, but I sure didn't need this right now.

"It's cold in here." Bobby managed to say through coughs.

"Yeah, well, mom said not to touch the thermostat and I don't want to feel her wrath when she gets home and finds out I did." Bobby looked down.

"Just take some more blankets from the closet and stay in bed." He looked at me quizzically and I couldn't help but look away. I'm not sure why but Bobby's eyes always did something to me. They were deep, not in a poetic way, but kind of in a real way. Oh well…

"I-I'm staying home from school? Won't mom get mad at you for letting me?"

"No way, complete opposite. If you were sick and I made you go to school, mom would freak; besides you don't want to go to school anyway." It got real quiet.

BEEP! My alarm clock went off causing Bobby to jump and me to scramble to get it to stop. Once it was off, I went to get ready; walking quickly past him.

School – 11:59am – 12 days before Grace's return.

School was boring. True, it did get my mind off of Bobby, but then again, it got my mind on other things. For example: The problems I was having with Missy and Courtney… again.

Lunch came around and as I walked in my eyes landed evilly on Missy. It wasn't her that was the problem; it was who she was sitting with. Robert Gilters sat arrogantly beside my girlfriend and more trouble was that Missy was flirting with him. A hair toss there and a lean in here would make anyone melt.

Robert was a jock, well, a different jock. He was on the wrestling team and all of the sudden, girls start falling head over heals for "wrestlers." I marched over there, standing as tall as I could make myself and glared down at Missy.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" I asked menacingly. Missy looked up, obviously surprised.

"J-jack, I thought you were going to stay home today. Isn't Bobby sick?" I ignored her question.

"Hello" I reached my hand out "I'm Jack, Missy's boyfriend." Robert stood up and I paled. I forgot how tall this guy was. My hand wavered, but didn't retract. 'Not yet.'

He stared at me for a few seconds and I stared back.

"I'm Robert." His very large hand flew out and shook mine. I could've fainted if not for Missy pulling me over to where we usually sit.

"What's your problem? I was just talking to him." We both sat across from each other at the table and she leaned in close to talk.

"Yeah right, you were flirting with him."

"Oh yeah?" I nodded "How is it that you can talk to every girl you want and they'll all be your friends, but the second I set foot near another boy I'M FLIRTING!?' She yelled the last to words, but because of how loud the cafeteria normally was, she could only be heard by a few tables over.

"Whoa, wait, what're you- Oh! This is about Courtney again isn't it!?" Missy scowled.

"This has nothing to do with her and I'm sure you're just jumping for joy at the thought of talking about her again." I slammed my fist against the table.

"Then what are you talking about!? Do you see me going up to "every girl!?" Missy stood up and stormed out. Wow, I really didn't see that one coming. This day just keeps getting better and better.

Marcus walked up and sat down next to me.

"Man, you had better keep away from glass objects." I glared at him.

"You saw her! She was flirting with him right in front of me! That's why she was so nervous when I walked up to her, because she was going to ask him out."

"Yikes, listen to you. There was no problem. When was the last time you slept; you look awful."

"I get plenty of sleep." I said angrily. I knew he was only worried about me, but I've been having such a bad week and I can't seem to stop my monstrous bad mood from spreading like a disease.

"Alright, if you need anything though, I'm always here to help." I nodded.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, man." The lunch bell rang and I realized with growing dismay that I hadn't eaten anything.

"Oh great…" I moaned. Marcus chuckled taking it that I was bitching about school not my growling stomach. He stood up and gave me another once over.

"Get some sleep." He said worriedly and walked off throwing his bag over his shoulder.

Though I made things increasingly worse with Missy, I was suddenly thinking of Bobby. I shouldn't be worrying about me; I should definitely be more worried for him. I stood up before the lunch ladies could get a chance to yell at me and headed for my next period.

My Room – 5:54pm – 4 minutes until this gum runs out of flavor.

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