I had been drifting all night, my eyes falling closed, then I would let them stay sunken for a few moment, then open them again. And that period where my eyes were closed, well it kept getting longer and longer. But I managed to stay awake for a long while, even when Adam fell out-cold after another hour or so. I swear, he fell asleep within thirty seconds of closing his eyes, and once he was asleep he was like... dead.

I had always been a light sleeper and lately, I'd been struggling with insomnia. Finally, I knew I could fall asleep easily, and I didn't want to. I yawned again, letting my eyelids flutter closed, laying my head down on the armrest on the little couch they had in the room. I tried to force them open again and murmured something impossible to understand, but I didn't manage to open them and before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep.

You know how when you close your eyes, it just seems like this sheet of black? Well, it seemed to last a million times longer than usual, just this pitch black in front of my eyes. It seemed like hours before the dream kicked in, and even then, well, I sort of wished I was back to the black sheet.

…...

This time, the light was sort of blinding, like this gleam, bouncing off some sheet of metal, only it had to be so big, I couldn't see anything but this white light. I covered my eyes with my arm, squinting against the light that still seemed to shine through my skin and backed up, immediately running into something. Surprised, I almost fell backwards,but an arm, covered in black leather managed to keep me up.

I looked back and saw Eli, his face set in that signature smirk of his, "Barely can keep steady around me, eh?"

I felt my cheeks grow red, looking over him again. He was the only thing that I could really see against the white lightly, but I saw as it shifted, a twist of the metal and the room materialized, the rough copy of a Degrassi hall. But one that I knew better than the others, this was where Eli was stabbed.

I sucked in a breath and he looked at me, confusion setting on his face. "What's wrong, Blue eyes?" He asked, moving an arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. I wished I could enjoy that embrace.

"We... we should go," I sputtered out. I was relieved to realize it wasn't exactly what I had said when the moment had happened, since that would have scared me. Suddenly Fitz appeared down the hall, twisting his knife, the white light gleaming on...off...on...off.

I instantly felt tears in my eyes and I moved a hand over his arm, looking up at his face, which was now blank, staring at the man behind me. I closed my eyes, mentally reminding myself "this is a dream, this is a dream."

Yeah, a dream based off reality, I sneered.

I bit my lip, letting my hand move up to stroke his cheek.

But of course, the dream decided to shift on me and when I blinked, I was in the hospital room, standing far from his bed, my hands clenched in tight fists. There was two, maybe three, doctors hovering over him, one's eyes focused on the machine, the one that controlled his heart beat.

One falter. Then another. And another.

I felt my nails, digging deeper into my skin as it continued, a frown showing on the doctor's face. And mine too, and Adam's, who I was now aware was standing next to me, nervously messing with his cap. I tried to turn my attention to him for just a moment, noting that he was wearing the same thing he had fallen asleep in, his clothes wrinkled from that way he shifted when he was asleep.

I had a feeling he would look like that when he woke up this morning.I was sure I would too, since I must be tossing in my sleep, as nervous as I am.

My eyes flew back and forth between the machine and the crowd of doctors, hoping one of the would move out of the way, so I could see him. I took a hesitant step forward, but was scared back when his heartbeat faltered once again.

I closed my eyes, letting the black cover all of the madness. Frightened, I took that step again, a bit satisfied when the hum of his heartbeat managed to say the same. Hesitantly, I took another and another, my eyes still closed.

"Uhh, Clare?" Adam's voice sounded from behind.

With my eyes still closed, I answered, my voice shaky, "Y-yeah?"

"You're right there..." he paused, letting the statement hang in the air. "You can... you can open your eyes now."

I paused, my teeth biting on my lower lip, trying to prolong opening my eyes. Sqiunting them, I counted, one. Two. Three.

And my eyes fluttered open, only to be pulled to to the machine, which gave off a loud beep. "NO. No no no no no no..."

….

I managed a sharp gasp as I flew into a sitting position, my eyes still closed. I opened them, bringing my knees to my chest, looking down at the blanket that were covering them. I ran a hand through my curls, which were out of place, crushed and plainly messed up. They didn't bother bouncing into place until I shook my head a bit, breathing heavily as the dream started repeating itself in my mind.

I shook my head, blinking it away before looking around the room, first moving my eyes to the other side, where Adam had been laying last night. It was empty, the blanket he had folded and placed promptly at the end, a towel he had used as a pillow laying on top of it.

I sighed heavily, rubbing my right arm, for warmth. It had to be late, I mean, Adam had always seemed like a deep sleeper to me, I figured he was one of those who could sleep most of the day.

And I woke up later than him.

Confused, I asked myself "What time is it?" In a quiet voice, although it sounded pretty loud in the silent room. Well, it was silent, until a voice rang from the middle, much louder than mine.

"About eleven, Blue eyes. I'm surprised you managed to stay asleep that late."

Ahh... part one of the series ending.

I warned you this would be a short series.

Yes. I did. Don't try to deny it. XD

ANYWAY... tell me what you think of this.

And about the dream sequence, I'm not too good at those D:

I will try to get the second one out soon, but it may take some time. School is just about to start(: