Hey! It's Patsy here! Sorry it took so long to update . . . I was going to have my friend Kandechan type this up but then she got busy with SAT prep and couldn't do it and then I kept forgetting to aske her for it back and I just got it back yesterday. So I was ninja type-er and typed this in record time . . . it doesn't move the plot much but It sort of came to me one day . . . idk . . . hope you like it!!

Nightmares

She was dreaming. Dreaming she was 15 again. She knew this setting. She knew what was going to happen. Rushing across the street to Mark's house, she quickly climbed up his tree to his window. The sight that greeted her scared her shitless. Mark was cutting himself again. Calling out to him, she tried to get the window open. It was stuck. Why was it stuck? Why wasn't Mark answering? He just kept slicing his arm. More and more blood flowed out of the cuts. She called out to him again; no response. C'mon Mark, answer me! No answer. Mark looked dizzy. She screamed his name as he collapsed on the floor.

"MARK!" Jo screamed in her sleep. The window finally opened and she rushed to Mark's lifeless body. "MARK!"

In the real world, Mark sprang out of bed and sprinted to Jo's room. She was thrashing around as her sheets constricted around her body. "Jo! Jo wake up!" he called to her, "Jo!"

With a start, she woke up, tears streaming down her face. "Mark!" She cried when she saw her living, not dead, best friend. Jo threw herself at Mark and clung to him tightly. "Oh, god Mark . . ." She said, letting tears fall on Mark's shirt. "You're okay!"

Mark was very confused. "Of course I'm okay. You just had bad dream. It's alright." He cooed rubbing Jo's back as she cried into his shirt.

"But you weren't." Jo said, "You were dead . . . you wouldn't stop cutting yourself . . . I couldn't get to you . . . you died . . ."

Mimi and Roger appeared at Jo's door and looked curiously at the sight before them. Mark quickly mouthed that he would tell them later and immediately went back to comforting Jo. Roger and Mimi went back to bed.

"Shh . . . Jo, it's okay. I'm here now aren't I?" Mark tried comforting Jo. Jo nodded and sniffled. "Okay, do you need anything?" Mark asked as if he were talking to a child.

"Stay with me?" Jo asked, afraid to let Mark out of her sight.

Mark nodded, "Okay."

The two situated on the bed so that Jo was resting her head on Mark's fit chest. They slept like that the rest of the night.

When they woke, neither Mark nor Jo wanted to move from the safety of each other's arms. But the day awaited them so both reluctantly got out of bed.

At breakfast, Mark decided to approach Jo about what happened the night before.

"You want to tell me what happened last night?" he asked Jo. She looked up from her cereal to Mark and sighed.

"I had a nightmare." She said

"About me and my old problem," Mark filled in.

Jo sighed again before whispering in a scared tone, "You wouldn't stop . . . you just kept cutting yourself until you died . . . I tried to stop you . . . but the window wouldn't open . . . I kept calling your name . . . you wouldn't answer . . ." Jo shuddered, "I was so scared I'd lost you . . ." Mark took this as his cue to go over and hug Jo.

"It's okay, I'm here now. It's a good thing you stopped me from getting that far otherwise I might not be here right now." Mark tried to reassure Jo.

This did anything but reassure Jo. "You were really suicidal?" she asked, scared of the answer.

Mark was shocked. "Of course I was suicidal." He declared, "I'm still suicidal after all these years! God Josie, before you came back . . ."

"What? What were you going to do?" Jo asked, upset.

"God, Jo, I was going to . . . never mind. It doesn't matter." Mark said, obviously trying to avoid telling Jo about his depression.

"Yes it does!" Jo cried out. "What were you going to do?"

"He was going to commit suicide." Roger said, entering the room.

"Roger!" Mark scolded his roommate.

"What? It's true. I could see it everyday. You were suicidal before Jo came. Don't deny it, Mark." Roger said sternly, crossing his arms.

"I know but I'm not now, am I? Ever since Jo came I've been a lot better, haven't I?" Mark defended himself.

"That's true . . . but I'm still keeping an eye on you." Roger said still stern.

"Really Rog, I'm fine." Mark said, hoping Roger would waver.

"Not yet you're not." Roger pointed out, "You're not fine until Jo and I say so." He looked to Jo. "Are you with me?"

"I guess . . . if it means Mark won't hurt himself then, yeah." Jo said.

"Guy's c'mon! I don't need babysitters!" Mark whined.

"You do if you keep this up." Roger scowled.

"Keep what up?" Mimi asked, walking into the room looking tired.

"Nothing," Mark said, "Nothing at all."

Mimi glanced at Roger, Jo and Mark, slightly confused.

"Okay . . ." She said carefully, "If you say so . . ."

The four went about the morning in silence, all careful not to make things awkward.

Again, So sorry for taking so long!! Please Review!!!