The first thing that registered with Scarlett was the pain. It was like a tightness in her chest. She didn't even want to try to move. It felt like if she did she would just manage to rip it open and make it even more painful. She tried to open her eyes but it was difficult. They started to flutter then eventually she got them open. When she actually managed to get the all the way open she saw that she was staring up at a plain white ceiling.

She tried to lift her head but it was hard. Her neck was so stiff it hurt to move it. But she did it and when she did, she realized where she was. She was in a hospital. She could tell by the way everything was so white and clean. But the only reason she could actually see anything was because a very faint light was shining beside her. It wasn't bright and it was kind of hard to see by. Then she figured out why it wasn't bright. When she looked out the window she saw that it was completely dark outside. And the light was on if she had woken up. Which she had.

Scarlett wasn't exactly sure what had happened or why she was in here. Everything seemed like a big blob of nothing. She remember Anna coming over to watch a movie. Then Jesse coming by. The last solid memory she had at the moment was Anna leaving. Things were coming back to her in little bits and pieces but nothing solid.

It took a couple of seconds to realize that someone was in the room with Scarlett.

He had his head on the bed right next to Scarlett. And he was holding her hand. She was just about to take her hand out of his when Jesse squeezed it tighter to his. He had his eyes open and Scarlett had not realized before that he had woken up. His brown eyes were staring up at hers.

She tried to say "Hi." But her throat cracked and she just realized that it was extremely dry and she couldn't even talk. Luckily, Jesse realized this and he reached over to the table and grabbed a glass of water. He lifted it to her lips and she drank it greedily. She didn't realize how thirsty she was until the water had hit her throat. The water seemed to be gone to quickly. But at least Scarlett was able to talk now.

"Thanks, Jesse." She said with a small smile. Jesse nodded in response. Scarlett looked at him and saw that he seemed...relieved that have her awake. He had a small smile on his lips and he wouldn't take his eyes off her. But she also noticed that he looked like he was expecting something to happen. Like he expected her to shun him away from her or something.. She didn't know what though and she didn't know why he was acting weird. But she had a bigger question to ask him then what was wrong with him. "What happened? Why am I here?" She asked him with a low voice. She didn't think she could get any louder with it.

"You don't remember?" Jesse asked with what seemed like a flicker of hope. For what he was hoping, Scarlett didn't know. Scarlett shook her and told him everything she did remember.

"I keep seeing flickers of things but nothing solid that I can get a grip on or get a full memory out of it."

"You honestly don't remember anything that happened the other night?"

She shook her head no.

Jesse was extremely excited now. If she didn't remember what he had done then she wouldn't ask questions. And he wouldn't have to tell her what he truly was. So, he would tell her everything that happened but just leave out the part of him. It would be true because the only person that had seen him heal so quickly was Scarlett. And no body else could say that what happened didn't happen because nobody else knew. It was perfect!

He told her about the man breaking in, about how Jesse came out to fight him off and how Scarlett was in the bathroom when he came back. But when he told her why she came out he told her that she wanted to get out of the bathroom and wait for the cops to come when the man jumped out and shot her in the chest.

"They said you were lucky to live. They said that not many people are able to survive through something like that and that you were strong enough to pull through it." While Jesse was talking he was stroking her hair affectionately. Scarlett didn't mind. From what he said he had been really brave yesterday. And Scarlett very much appreciated it. Without him, she probably wouldn't be alive.

"Oh." was all she could really think to say. It was a lot to take in at one time. And she was still wondering why Jesse had a mysterious glint in his eye.

"But your okay now. They said that you could go home in a week or two but that you need to take it easy for a while. You could easily get hurt again if you put too much pressure on your chest."

"Darn it. So I have to stay in bed for like a month?" She asked with a frown

Jesse smiled and said "Yeah. Sorry, babe." running a hand down her face.

Scar blushed and asked "Um.. Babe?"

Jesse suddenly looked sheepish. "Um... I didn't... I mean..." He kept fumbling over his sentences but luckily he was saved when the nurse came in. He blew out a sigh of relief when she started talking to Scar about how she was feeling. And by the time the nurse was gone Jesse had thought of a new conversation to distract Scarlett of the previous one of which he felt no need to speak about. He didn't know why he called her that. Maybe he was really starting to like her. But... He couldn't. It could be the end of both of them if he got to attached. But that was exactly what was happening.

Scarlett opened her eyes and looked around. She had just awoken from a rather strange dream. Her mom was in the corner of the room, laying down on the couch they had in the hospital room. Anna, Jesse, Brad, and a lot of other people who were friends with Scar had already left for the day. They each had been there for a bit of time to check on her and to make her laugh and make her feel better. Which they had. The pain was still there and it hurt like heck but, with her friends there she had felt so much better.

But now that she was alone she was able to think about the dream she had rather than talk to a bunch of people, which she would have to do if everyone was still here.

The dream had something to do with Jesse and the other night. Jesse had gotten shot. They were in the bathroom, and there was a mark above Jesse's bellybutton where he had gotten hit. But the mark soon disappeared. Soon it was like it hadn't even existed. It was bizarre. But... for some reason the dream felt more like a memory than a normal dream. Whenever Scarlett woke from a dream or nightmare she could always tell that it had only been a dream because it had a different vibe to it. Like it didn't belong in the real world and only in the recesses of her mind. This was different. It was like it fit somehow, into everything. Like, it had actually happened. But it couldn't have. Right? How was that even possible? It wasn't.

Maybe Scarlett was just going nuts. But she didn't think so. She had hit her hard but not that hard. She could still tell when something was a dream or not. And this was definitely a memory. But the reasonable part of Scarlett's mind wouldn't let her believe it. It laughed at her for even thinking it was.

For the next 10 minutes Scarlett lay awake in her bed going back and forth between what was real and what she thought was real. She didn't even realize she wasnt alone. She was still sitting in the bed thinking things over in her mind, while the man stared at her from the darkest corner of the room.

He didn't know her personally. But he knew almost everything about her now. He had researched her when he found out how badly she was messing things up for him. She was ruining everything. If she kept interfering, he would have to face her himself. The man in black obviously didn't succeed in ridding the world of her. He had not anticipated Jesse to be there. Jesse had saved her. If Jesse had been somewhere else at a different time, she would be dead. Just like she was meant to be. He could not succeed in his mission if she kept it up.

But that was fine. Because if he wanted anything done right, he had to do it himself. And in this case, things had to go exactly as he wants them to.

For a little while longer the man watched as Scarlett thought about something unknown to him. He could find out if he wanted to. But at this moment he didn't see the point. Whatever it was couldn't be that important. Or at least, it soon wouldn't be. He would have to dispose of this girl. Soon. And whatever she was to be thinking right now, would not matter ever again.

Scarlett woke up in the morning still pretty tired. She hadn't gotten much sleep. After the whole dream thing she had decided to just tell Jesse about it and if he just laughed at her she would claim it was a weird joke and she wanted to see his reaction. But that wasn't the whole reason that she was still tired. Every time she had tried to fall asleep, when she had begun to get really tried, she would get this... weird feeling. The feeling of being watched. It was ridiculous of course. She was on the second floor and there was no way anyone would have been able to get into her room without her knowing. She was an incredibly light sleeper. Unless of course she was being pumped with medicine. Which she wasn't at the moment. And on any regular night she would hear someone come in. The door on her room was really squeaky. Every time someone came in the room, whether Scar was awake or not, she would still be able to hear them come into the room. So if anyone had come in during the course of the day or when she had slept, she would have noticed.

But even though it seemed impossible, she still couldn't get rid of the feeling that someone in this room was watching her. She just had that feeling. It was more of a gut feeling that she should leave, now. It wasnt incredibly dark in the room and she could see most of it. Not all but most. And the parts she could see, there was no one there when she looked. And the darker parts still shouldnt have been dark enough to hide someone, big or small. So it was impossible no matter how she looked at it. Still. No matter how much she told herself this, her gut told her otherwise. She had even debated whether she should wake her mom and make her see if someone was in the room (she still wasnt able to get out of bed without someone or something to hold on to and even with them it still hurt her to get up). But she soon sided against it. What if she was being melodramatic and it was just the after math of what had happened to her make her feel like this? Or, if someone was there, they obviously would have hurt her by now. She had slept for the longest time so they weren't waiting for her to back to sleep. What if they were just observing her? And making her mom go over there would just get whoever it was riled up and maybe he or she would attack. Or maybe-

At that time, Scarlett had visibly shook herself. Her mind was going into over drive. It was just the fact that it was a couple of days since she had gotten attacked and she hadn't quite gotten over it. That's what she told herself anyway. But either way, there was nothing she could do about this. So, on the nightstand beside her, she picked up her iPod that her mom had brought back one day, and put her ear phones in. She turned the music up loud enough that it blocked out everything else. But not loud enough that it would sound through the ear phones and wake her mother. She had not fallen asleep easy but it was easier than it would have been if she had focused on the person whom she thought was in the room but couldn't because it was almost impossible for anyone to be in there.

Ugh. She really was paranoid.

When she woke up she tried not to think about what had happened last night (if anything had even happened at all) and instead focused her attention to finding out how she was gonna tell Jesse her little dream/Joke. But her head began to hurt from going around in circles. So. she decided to just wing it when he came to visit her, as he does every day. It was still early so he shouldnt be here for at least another hour. She decided to read one of the books her mom had brought her to pass the time away and to actually think about things that made sense.