I sat up in my bed with my hands on my chest hyperventilating as if I really had stopped breathing. It was dark outside and I couldn't see anything. I put my hand on my dresser blindly searching for the lamp. Finding it, I turned on the light. It took awhile for my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness but when they did I looked up at the clock. 4:00 AM.

"Are you serious?" I said to the clock. It probably wasn't a good thing that I was talking to inanimate objects but I didn't care I was tired.

I turned off the lights and began to fall back to sleep already forgetting my dream.

Next thing I knew there was my little brother on my bed. I rolled over onto my side and pulled the covers over my head.

"Go away," I said drowsily.

"Kagome! Mom says to get up. It's already 10:45! GET UP! GET UP!" He yelled while jumping on my bed. The one thing about Souta is that if you give him the job of waking me up he won't give up until he wins.

I sat up putting my hands up in defeat. "Ok, ok you win I'm up."

"I'm not going to leave until you get out of bed and go down stairs."

Jeez I hate this kid. But I rolled out of my bed and put my slippers on; I followed him down the stairs.

"She lives," my mom said jokingly. I grumbled as I walked past her to make my cereal. "So much for a hello or good morning. You slept in pretty late today."

"Good morning mother dearest," I said sarcastically and then added, "I slept in so late cause I woke up at like 4 in the morning."

"You poor child why was that?" She rolled her eyes. This time she was being sarcastic.

I acted as if her question was serious, "I had a nightmare I guess. I … I can't really remember it." Which was weird because I always remembered my dreams.

Mom didn't have time to reply to that because Souta barged in.

"Your boyfriend texted you! It says, 'Hey my Kagome:).'"

I swiped my phone from him my cheeks probably flushed red, "I thought you said you weren't going to take my phone anymore."' Souta just shrugged and ran back into his room.

When I finished my breakfast I started to run up stairs but my mom stopped me. "Any plans for today?" She asked. I sighed, "nope but I'll keep you posted."

I ran into my room and flopped onto my bed.

I looked at Hogo's text message and smiled to myself. Sliding open my phone, I began to text back but I stopped abruptly. My knuckle was throbbing. I looked down at it to see it was black and blue. All the sudden parts of my dream came back to me.I punched the ground and ended up with a broken knuckle. I gasped, my head was pounding. It felt as if I had gotten a fever I laid down in my bed trying to stop the world from spinning. Another part of my dream came back: I usually have perfect aim but since I killed my knuckle I was a little off.

Then it stopped. Slowly, I sat up and looked around the room that had come to a halt. I tried to remember more but my headache would just come back as if it didn't want me to remember. I decided to let it drop I mean it didn't make since anyway.

Hey babe, I texted back. Waiting for the text I examined my knuckle trying to remember how I ever got that bruise. It wasn't really the dream that bothered me but the fact that I could remember where the heck this thing came from.

BUZZ! I smiled down at my phone. Hey love:)!!! Want to go to the movies around 1?, the text read. I looked over at the clock and wondered how it was already 11:30.

I'd love too. I replied closing my phone. I ran and opened the door poking my head out of my room.

"I'm leaving at 12:30 to go to the movies!" I yelled to my mom and slammed the door before she could reply.

Rummaging through my closet I found a pair of my favorite short shorts. Then I found the shirt that I absolutely loved because it showed off my cleavage and my curves. I put on my makeup and straightened the slight wave in my hair. I couldn't believed I looked at myself in the mirror so long but next thing I knew it was already 12:45.

"Crap!" I exclaimed as I stuffed my phone, money, and a bunch of other random stuff into my purse. "Bye mom," I yelled as I ran out the door.

It was about a fifteen minute walking distance which meant I would be lucky if I got there at one 1. I was hoping it would take less time by running.

I pushed my way past people while they looked at me as if I were insane. And then there it was the movies.

I looked at my phone to check the time and was shocked. It was 12:46; I had ran seven blocks in a matter of a minute. When did I get so fit? I didn't have time to ponder that question because I saw Hogo with our tickets in his hand along with flowers. I smiled as I walked over to him but something felt wrong, I had to half force the smile on to my face.

"Happy Three Month Anniversary!" Hogo exclaimed holding out the flowers with a huge smile on his face.

"Three Month Anniversary?" I asked slowly. It felt as if we had only started going out a matter of days ago. I looked up at his big brown eyes and saw that his smile was beginning to fade. I said quickly, "of course it's our Three Month Anniversary."

I grabbed the flowers out of his hand. They were a deep crimson red, beautiful. I put my nose to them and smelled their amazing sent. I looked once again at the red color of the roses; the color was so magnificent, so familiar. My thoughts seemed to have a mind of their own. I began to think about a red fabric draped around me as it protected me from a wall of flames. The image seemed so real but it wasn't possible; that… that wasn't real. It couldn't be. Apparently my head wanted me to think it wasn't real because it felt as if had cracked open. I couldn't think at all I quickly pushed the flowers away from me.

I heard a voice that seemed far away pulling me back to reality, "I thought you loved red roses."

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment when I looked over to see that I had pushed the flowers back into Hogo's hands. "No, no I love them," I explained, "it's just I've been having these weird headaches."

I didn't think what I said really helped much but apparently it did because he looked like he was feeling better. He put his arm around my shoulder and walked me to the entrance of the movie theaters.

"I'll help make them go away," Hogo said confidently. I realized then that I didn't want him to make them go away, to reassure me. I wanted it to be someone else except I couldn't figure out whom that someone else was.