I had a way then losing it all on my own

I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown

And I'm not sleeping now the dark is too hard to beat

And I'm not keeping now the strength I need to push me

Scott woke up from his sleep to hear the voice of Ellie Goulding. Wait, ELLIE GOULDING? Why the heck was that on? And more importantly, why was it in his house?

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine It when I'm alone

And so I tell myself that I'll be strong

And dreaming when they're gone

'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home

Calling, calling, calling home

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone

You shine It when I'm alone

Home

Scott groaned, got out of his bed, and walked over to the door.

"Timothy, I told you not to listen to-" but Scott discovered that the noise wasn't coming from his brother's room, nor was the song coming from Dawn's, but from the kitchen.

Scott growled and walked back into his room. He changed from his sleepwear into a plain white T Shirt and jeans, and stomped into the kitchen. He saw Timothy sitting at the table, a plate next to him with butter and toast, and drinking a glass of orange juice. He saw a CD player on the counter, the volume cranked to a minimum, and a delightful aroma filled the air.

Scott turned to Dawn, who was standing next to the refrigerator. She had her long blonde hair tied back into a loose braid, a pink flower in her hair. She was wearing a pink and yellow sundress with matching bright pink ballet flats. In Scott's opinion, she looked as if Zoey had thrown up on her.

"Good morning Scott would you like some toast?" Dawn asked. "With maybe some butter or grape jelly?"

Scott was about to reply, but he realized that the music was still on. "Could you please turn that off?"

"Oh, sure," Dawn said, rushing over to the CD player and hitting pause. "Do you not like that kind of music?"

"No, no I do not," Scott groaned. "And no, I'm fine skipping breakfast."

"Oh, ok. Timothy and I were just talking about that movie that's named after him-"

"You actually wanna see that?" Scott interrupted.

"Yeah! It's about me!" Timothy exclaimed. Dawn smiled.

"The Odd Life of Timothy Green, or should I say Timothy Grey?" Dawn playfully asked, bopping Timothy on the nose. Timothy laughed, Scott rolled his eyes.

"So, what's on the agenda for you two weirdoes?" Scott asked.

Dawn glared at him, sat down in one of the chairs, and motioned for Timothy to come sit in her lap. "Well, I'm going to show Timothy how to meditate and how to become in contact with mother earth."

"That sounds like the lamest thing ever. Why don't you guys-"

"I'm not showing poor little Timothy the Hunger Games! Too much violence!" Dawn said, squeezing Timothy a bit, who has sitting in her lap now. Ok, her aura reading thing was getting annoying.

"Come on, he's six, he can handle it," Scott said. "Besides, it's all nature related and stuff. It's got those weird birds in it, those….. Um…. What are those annoying birds that never shut up?"

"Mocking Jays?" Dawn said, a bit annoyed.

"YES! Those things!" Scott exclaimed. Dawn rolled her eyes at him, clearly aggravated that he didn't know his Hunger Games trivia.

"Maybe, Dawn, you could be Katniss and Scott could be Peeta!" Timothy exclaimed.

"NO! In no world am I actually gonna kiss her for higher ratings! Or kiss her at all!" Scott yelled. Dawn was blushing uncontrollably, but was very much trying to hide it.

"Why don't we all go on a nature hike through the woods," Scott suggested, "We're surrounded by it."

"Yeah! Can we Dawn? Please?" Timothy excitingly asked. Dawn just worriedly stared at Timothy.

"Um, I don't know. A great darkness is surrounding the forest, I don't think-"

"Come on, Buzz kill. Live a bit, for once," Scott said, picking Timothy out of Dawn's lap and setting him on the floor.

"But Scott, I-"

Scott grabbed her by the wrist and dragged Dawn outside, while she continued to rant on about what the future in the forest held.

"Timothy, go run into the woods and we'll come and find you," Scott said to his younger brother. Dawn gasped as the little boy ran into the forest.

"Timothy!" She yelled out to him, and then turned to Scott. "You idiot! You can't just let a six year old go off into the woods like that!" She tore her arm away from Scott's and ran into the woods after Timothy. Scott couldn't help but smirk.

He started slowly walking towards the forest, looked up, and saw grey clouds starting to stumble in. Scott ignored them and scanned the scenery to find Dawn.

It took him a while to spot her. Apparently Timothy had gone very deep into the woods, for she was screaming his name as loud as she could. Scott found this the perfect opportunity to sneak up on her and scare her. He slowly tiptoed over to Dawn and grabbed her by the shoulders. Dawn shrieked and turned around, only to slap Scott across the face.

"DAWN?! Are you ok?" a small, high voice called out. Both of the teenagers turned around to see a small child running towards them.

"Oh my god! Timothy, are you ok?!" Dawn screamed, hugging the boy as hard as she could when he approached them.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You never found me! It's nighttime now!" He said. Dawn had a confused face.

"It's only been an hour, why would you say that?" she asked. Scott looked up and through the openings of the trees saw that the dark clouds had grown bigger and darker. Timothy was right, the sky was dark enough to be considered night. "We need to go, now!"

"Yeah," Scott said. He then came up with an idea. "Why don't we have a race back to the house?"

"No, Scott, you don't understand-" Dawn began.

"Ready, set, GO!" Scott screamed. Both him and his brother started towards the house again, he heard Dawn yelling behind him to stop.

After some time, Scott and Timothy were almost to the house, when Scott stopped dead in his tracks. He heard screaming. He turned around and saw that Dawn wasn't behind him.

Another scream. He then realized it was Dawn's voice, but they weren't screams of anger.

They were screams of fear.