Hey, everyone. Please forgive me for not updating in so long. I got stressed out with work and school, and just recently my sister and I were in a car wreck. Everything is okay, though, and I'm going to try and update as often as I can.

The room stopped spinning after I took a few deep breaths for air. Everything seemed so real, and even my cheek stung from being struck across the face. But it was only a dream, correct? Then none of it really happened…right?

"Spot!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Spot!"

Something wasn't right, that was for sure, but it was beyond me. The feeling I had was one of the feelings I used to get when I was a prisoner to a sick man named…Ned Neeley. If something were wrong, then I couldn't take any chances.

The door to my room slowly opened and a doctor walked in gradually. "Why, hello there, Miss Parker," he said. "I am your doctor, Dr. Wayne. I heard you screaming."

Dr. Wayne reached over to feel my forehead but I instantly pushed his hand aside. "Spot!" I called again. "I need Spot!"

"Calm down," Dr. Wayne ordered. "You can see your friend in a minute."

"No!" I protested. "My brother needs me now! Spot!"

Dr. Wayne sighed in annoyance. "Hold still," he said.

"Stop it!" I shouted. "I need to help my brother!"

"Your brother is fine, Miss Parker," the doctor tried to assure me. "Now let me feel your forehead."

"Back off," I warned icily, sending Dr. Wayne my one of a kind Eve Carter look. "I need to see Spot now; I won't say it again."

Dr. Wayne stepped back after a few seconds and nodded. "Right away," he said hoarsely as he stumbled out of the room.

If there were anybody that could help me at a time like this it'd be Spot Conlon. No, not because I'm his girl, or because he's the infamous leader of Brooklyn, but because he knew me better than anybody. Nothing was a secret to him.

Moments later a stressed Spot Conlon entered the room, not even hesitating to rush over to my bed.

"You okay?" he asked immediately.

"Daniel," I said urgently.

Spot's face paled, and he didn't even have to ask what the hell I was talking about.

"Get Daniel out of the house," I told him.

Spot nodded without protest and soared out the door. My dreams were a little on the crazy side, yes, but when I had that dream of Spot drowning and it came true…well; nothing was false in my mind. This was truly another omen…bad things were heading my way…and in that case, my brother's as well.

I let out a small sigh, not sure if I should be relieved or worried that I sent my love to save my brother, when for all I know I could lose them both. But Spot was strong and cocky, a great combination for a powerful king such as himself.

But there was still this unwanted presence surrounding me. I couldn't exactly put my finger on it, but it was making me uncomfortable. An evil, of course, but which one? I never felt this uneasy unless Ned Neeley was around, and he was long dead. I didn't know what to think, and the thought of Daniel being hurt only made my head throb.

"Everything better?" Dr. Wayne asked as he entered the room.

I shook my head. "I wanna go," I told him.

Dr. Wayne sighed. "I can't let you do that," he told me. "You're not well. Just rest."

I watched him leave the room once more, whistling to himself as if he had total power over me. I stuck my tongue out at his big head and rolled my eyes. I hastily pushed the sheets off of my body and flung my legs over the side of the bed. The lonesome room held one bed and many cabinets. There was one window to my far left…big enough for someone my size to squeeze out of.

I smirked, reminding myself of the boy I sent after my brother. I looked to the door, waiting to see if I were truly alone. Nobody burst in to bind me down to the bed to keep me still, which gave me a huge opportunity to escape. I hurried to the window and gave it a rough push, only to find it didn't budge.

I cursed under my breath and turned around. I observed each object in the room until my eyes fell on my shoes lying alone in the corner. I picked one up swiftly and covered my hand with a nearby cloth. I unnoticeably began to beat the helpless window with the heel of my shoe, not holding back on my strength. The glass cracked a couple of times before it broke completely, a few pointy edges still attached to the windowsill.

I pulled over a chair that sat under a desk and climbed on it silently. I ignored the remaining glass as little pieces embedded themselves into my palms and knees. It didn't matter since I was already used to it.

I glanced back at the door once more before jumping out of the window, landing in a heap on the ground outside. My dress was covered in dirt, but that didn't concern me. I pretended that I was unharmed and took off, leaving the Manhattan hospital behind. It wasn't a smart move sending Spot to go get Daniel by himself, but it was even dumber to leave my little brother alone.

My bare feet stung slightly as I pushed people out of my way, ignoring their yells of protest. My legs grew numb in the cool air. It seemed odd, the weather, because it rarely grew cold here.

I spotted the Brooklyn Bridge ahead and felt a little relief. As soon as I stepped foot on the bridge, something caught my ankle and sent me tumbling to the ground. I groaned slightly and began to sit up, but a pair of hands roughly pulled me to my feet.

"What do you think yer doin?" a familiar voice hastily asked.

I opened my eyes and stared intently at Spot.

"What?" I questioned, my head pounding. "What're you doing here, Spot? Where's Daniel?"

"What are you talkin about, woman? I walked in da room and you jumped outta da damn window! Have you lost yer mind?"

"But…but I sent you to go get Daniel!" I exclaimed.

"No, you didn't," Spot told me. "I haven't talked to you since da party."

"But I told you…." I trailed off.

"C'mon; I have to get you back to da hospital, yer losin in mind."

"No!" I exclaimed, jerking my arm out of his grip.

There is no way I could've imagined that; I did send Spot out to get Daniel. I know I did. I backed away slowly from Spot and took off running once again.

"Anomie!" Spot yelled, running after me.

Audience POV

Spot followed Anomie, falling behind slightly from confusion and stress. Anomie kept on running, not even looking back to see if Spot were still following her. She was crazy, Spot was beginning to think. Her past was catching up to her.

Spot slowed down into a jog as soon as he saw Anomie stop running. The two of them stood on the bridge that almost seemed dead. Spot took in a deep breath and began to walk towards Anomie. She was still a good distance away, but it didn't look like she planned on running anymore.

"Anomie," Spot said, loud enough for her to hear.

Anomie turned towards the railing on the bridge. She slowly looked at Spot. Spot stopped walking, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion. Anomie smiled slightly before stepping up on to the railing.

"Anomie," Spot repeated.

Anomie swung her legs over the railing, and that was enough to alert Spot.

"Anomie, don't!" he yelled, taking off towards her.

Anomie stared down at the water, her grip on the bar behind her loose and slippery. Her mind went blank as she let go of the railing and fell with the wind. Anomie opened her eyes once more as reality raced back to her. A sudden gasp escaped her lips as a hand instantly grabbed hers. The impact of the pull caused her feet to slip out under her as she dangled over the side of the bridge.

Anomie screamed as soon as she realized what was going on. Spot held tightly onto her hand, relieved that he got there in time to catch her.

"Spot!" Anomie screamed.

"Hold on!" Spot told her.

Normal POV

I hung over the side of the bridge, dangling over my death. I didn't have the slightest clue how I got here. One minute I was at my house, looking for Daniel, and the next I'm jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge.

Something in my mind was not right.

Sorry it's so short, but I had to leave a suspenseful ending. I'll try and update whenever I get the chance.