'Aaaaaaah!'

I fell out of bed. 'Nathaniel! Nathaniel, where are you?'

I had to find my phone. Fast. Sure it was just a dream…maybe.

Finally paying attention, I noticed my room was dark. That was impossible. I always slept with a night light.

Even more impossible; when I reached for the night light, it wasn't there.

Maybe it came down with me.

I groped for it. I felt nothing. Seeing no other alternatives, I had to open the windows.

What the heck? Who blocked my windows?

I didn't feel anything behind my bed. My windows have always been behind my bed!

Don't panic yet, Anciel. Find where the windows are now.

But how could I do that in the dark?

Then it hit me. I'd kept my phone under my pillow last night. Silly me.

I lifted the pillow and grabbed my phone. I might have turned it off. It was really cold.

And kind of slender.

I lifted it. My phone isn't this long.

What I had in my hands was as long as two school rulers (and as thick as one, too), cold, and had an end.

Like a—

I actually jumped out of bed. So I contemplated suicide at times. Very, very few times. Once when I was eleven. Absolutely not now when I have an amazing and amazingly hot boyfriend and a group of friends that accepted me.

So why the heck would I have a knife under my pillow?

'Sunshine,'

A light came from what I supposed was the door. Wait; now the door's shut and the guy in front of it was still shining.

'Sunshine, don't you dare make me wake you up.' The glowing boy said.

'I'm up!' I begged. 'What'll you do to me? I—'

What. In hell. Happened to my voice?

A lot of the time, I complained my voice gave away my sexuality and wished to change it. Now I would've done anything for my slightly squeaky, nine year old she-male voice instead of the a cool, deep, smooth one I was not comfortable speaking with. I'm comfortable with my voice that sounded perfect for begging; this one was that voice that scared people with voices like mine into begging.

'What will I do to you?' Shiny boy asked. 'I'll say it again: You're just too dense, Debbie Downer.'

'Who the heck is Debbie Downer?'

Shiny boy shook his head. 'Your Alzheimer's is acting up again. Want your medication?'

'I don't remember any medication.' I said. 'And I'm not old.'

'Yep. This is serious.' If his aura didn't make him glow enough, his smile did. He shone brightly; like my own personal sun. 'Stay where you are and close your eyes.'

Curious, I did exactly as Doctor Glowy said.

I felt arms wrap around my back only a split second before the lips. Soft, warm lips that filled me with their exact softness and warmth. And satisfaction. And fear.

I opened my eyes. This isn't Nathaniel..

Instantly, I fainted.