Me and Alice have been apart for just over a week, 8 days and 16 hours to be precise. Not that I'm counting or anything, but I had spent all my time here so far in the gym as that seems the best way to kill time, but not my boredom.

At this point in time the gym had closed for the night, like it did every night at 10pm. So I was stuck in my room, luckily John, Keith and Bill don't watch over me while I sleep. They just check the room over before I go to bed and then again when I'm up.

They spend the night walking around the hotel keep tabs on the place just in case 'you know who' shows up. I'd been laid in my bed awake for the past hour, looking up at the ceiling. All I could think about was Alice, I missed her so much it was unbearable. I then had a small idea, I got out of bed and went over to my bags, I rummaged around my stuff looking for a pen and some paper.

Once they were found I went back to bed, I laid there for a few minuets tapping my pen on the pad of paper, and whenever an idea came into my head I wrote it down. The words didn't make any sense at the moment, but I would work on that later on.

I seemed to be on a roll as soon as the pen hit the paper, there was almost no stopping it. My words flowed quiet nicely, even though they weren't in order.

I glanced at my watch, 1:28am. Holy crap, I didn't realize I'd been writing for so long, and it wasn't until I noticed the time that I noticed how tired I actually was. All the hours in the gym had started to have an affect, my muscles burned from the strain and my bones ached from the pressure. I didn't want to fall asleep just yet as my project was almost finished, it just needed to be put in order and then given a name.

By the time I was finally finished it was going on 2am, I placed the pad and pen on the side table and turned out the lights. I laid down on the bed, once my head hit the pillow I was out.

I laid in bed, sound asleep, peacefully. I was suddenly woken by a loud sound coming from inside my hotel room. I sat up in bed and glanced around my dark surroundings, I turned my body to look to my left. Nothing there. I then turned to my right, I didn't see anything, I just heard a shot from a gun. I was thrown from my bed landing harshly on the ground in excruciating pain, blood pouring heavily from my chest as smoke filled my lungs.

My eyes shot open with fear, my body sweating furiously. I was on the floor, the bed covers half hung over the bed covering part of my body, while the rest stayed on its correct place.

"Just a dream" I whispered to myself, my chest heaving for some reason I could feel a sharp pain in my chest, probably from my heart beating at such a rapid speed. I looked my body over for as if looking for any signs of injury, there clearly wasn't, but the nightmare felt so real I thought I'd best check.

I laid on the floor, my body fully stretched out while I calmed myself down. Waiting for my heart rate to slow to its normal pace, and waiting for the sweating to stop.

My breathing had come to a steady normal pace, finally and I was able to get up off the floor and climb back into bed, were I started out.

But this time I didn't fall asleep, I looked at my watch 5:57am. I didn't see much point of going back to sleep, since I'd be up in an hour to have breakfast and go down to the gym, like I have done every day since I arrived. So I just laid there looking at the ceiling, waiting, waiting for the long time to pass.

For some reason, the day passed rather quickly. I was in the gym working out and it was already time for lunch, but I felt to tired to concentrate. John was watching me and could obviously sense my tired state.

"Jasper, why don't you go for a lie down you look knackered." he said to me, I seemed to answer with a yawn.

"Ok." I muttered and then made my way to my room, with John and Keith following behind me. Once I reached my room I just went over to the bed and collapsed on the mattress, I was very quickly sucked into a deep sleep.

I was laid on my back, in a field. The bright blue sky was hovering above me, the warmth of the sun feeling good on my skin. The grass was soft on my bare arms. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh summer air, I could smell the newly grown flowers that surrounded us, wait us.

I could tell I wasn't alone, I opened my eyes to see Alice, staring down at me her eyes glowing with love and excitement. She was sat next to me in the long grass, her hand moved forward and touched my chest. Her fingers rubbing the fabric of my shirt, I rolled onto my side as Alice began to lay down next to me.

I slowly wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a warm embrace, Alice snuggled into my chest, her hands resting against my chest either side of her face.

I nuzzled my face in her soft dark hair, she smelt so good. Everything felt perfect at this point in time, no worries, no troubles, just me and Alice to spend this time together, not knowing how long we had here together I was treasuring every second, every breath, every movement.

I rolled us over so that my back was pressed against the cold grass, with Alice still cuddled up to my body, the only part of her that moved was her head as she looked at me.

We were glued to each others gaze for a long while, before I slowly leaned up and gently, almost shyly, kissed her lips. It was a short and sensitive kiss, but still important. Alice could tell from that soft touch that I miss her and how much I love her, I don't know how she knew from that, but she did.

We kept the distance between our lips short, as we weren't finished with each other yet. Alice moved her hands up and cupped my cheeks as she lowered her lips down to mine, our lips parting almost instantly when they made contact. Our tongues linking together with such need and want, it could of hurt us.

Her hands soon made their way into my hair, while my hands stayed locked to her waist, keeping her as close to my body as humanly possible. Alice moaned softly into my mouth as she deepened our kiss more, she seemed eager for some reason. When ever me and Alice have had time together like this, we usually like to cherish and take our time, just because we can, but at this moment in time she was being almost forceful.

I didn't break the kiss, or ask her my questions out loud, it was still nice and peaceful, but it just confused me a little.

When we did eventually part for air, Alice looked worried. This scared me, when I last looked into her eyes she looked happy, playful and full of life. Now she looked scared, frightened and pained.

"Alice?" I whispered, she didn't answer me, instead she just leaned down quickly and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, but this kiss wasn't as sweet and as peaceful as our last one, this one was full of love, pain, pleading and fear. Then I could feel something, something warm almost like a liquid drip onto my stomach, soaking through my shirt. Alice pulled away and gave me a horrified look.

I looked down at my stomach to see think red blood soaking into the cotton material, but it wasn't mine. I then looked at Alice's stomach to see a thick deep cut, practically a stab, going through her skin and into her body.

The blood gushed from her wound, Alice rolled off of me and laid in the grass, I panicked, I placed my hand over the wound trying to add pressure to the cut, trying to prevent anymore blood coming out. But it still came, running out of the gaps in between my fingers, covering my hand in warm blood.

My other hand was clung to Alice's for dear life, her blood was almost boiling hot, as was her wound, but her hand was ice cold.

"Jazz…" her weak voice whimpered to me, I looked at her pained face and felt a tug at my heart.

"I love you" she whimpered, her eyes closing slowly.

I shot up in the bed, almost screaming. My body temperature had risen from the nightmare, I was boiling hot, sweat pouring from my skin refusing to stop.

My breathing was rapid, and I spent the next 5 minuets trying to calm that down, I didn't know how much more of this I could take, these bad dreamed, all about death.

I couldn't stand it, I needed to get out of this permanent nightmare that was my life. This was all because of one person, and I wanted him dead.

In the end I just got off the bed and went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, I undressed and slung my clothes on the floor and got into the shower.

I let the cool water refresh my skin, it felt nice to have a cold shower just to get rid of the horrible feeling of sweat. And also to wake me up a bit more.

I spent a good 25 minuets in the shower just trying to calm myself down, and trying to get the idea of Alice dying out of my head, if I thought bad thing, they would most likely happen. Plus just the image of Alice in pain was enough to make me cry, I had to sort myself out.

I got out the shower and quickly dried myself and then got changed into some fresh gym clothes and made my way back downstairs, if I'm going to put an end to this bastards life, I need to be ready for him.