Have you ever had someone cater to your every whim? Have you ever wanted someone to cater to your every whim? Well if you answered 'yes' to the second question you really should get a mental evaluation. The person who answered 'yes' to the first person would agree with me that it gets old. That it gets so annoying that you just want to strangle the person that dotes on you. With me that was Pitch. I really wanted to strangle him until his last breath. I was just wondering if the many would come back from the dead or not since he is supposedly immortal.

There was an upside and a downside to killing Pitch if he was immortal. The downside was that he would come back to life. The upside was that he was coming back to life and I could kill him again. My father didn't mind Pitch being around. That made sure he could watch the twins and still work and so could Allison. The twins would not come anywhere near me to possibly harm me any further. Pandora and Diego had been great guard dogs against letting Pitch near me until he bought them over with steaks…the traitors.

"For the last time no." I told Pitch. "You are not helping me take a bath!" I shouted. I didn't want him to see me naked. I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't even barred from taking a bath or anything. I was just barred from excessive exercise and any heavy lifting.

"You might…."

"I won't!" I shouted. "I am perfectly capable of taking a bath all by myself, you perv."

"But," He tried to argue, but he moved far enough out of my doorway so that I could slam the door in his face. Thankfully I managed to lock it too. I stuffed a towel underneath the door encase he could use his boogeyman magic or something to get into here using the sandman dream dust or whatever the thing he used to make nightmares was.

I sighed as I eased myself into the bathtub. I thought maybe a bath would let me think and have some peace from Pitch. I'd barely been out of the hospital for 24 hours and I already hated this. He had wanted to feed me! Feed me! I can feed myself! I'm a big girl, I can feed myself. I would not be surprised if Pitch….a noise...a noise that sounded like falling sand. I looked and saw black sand coming in through the window. I'd forgotten about the small cracks around the window. I hoped that it wasn't Pitch that formed out of the sand.

Thankfully as the sand started to take form it was actually a small nightmare. I think Pitch was hoping that I wouldn't notice it, but it was hard not to. The thing was adorable. It was so tiny almost like a toy that I would have had when I was younger, except it was much more entertaining to watch because as soon as it saw me staring at it, the nightmare hid behind the toilet.

"You don't have to hide." I cooed at it. "I'm not angry. I could never be angry at you." It moved a little towards me. "I'm angry at your master never you." The nightmare made it to the side of the tub. I lifted it up so that it was on the rim of the tub. It ran around like a horse on a race track. "I'm keeping you." I told it as I fell in love with the nightmare. "I shall name you squishy, and you shall be my squishy…" I quoted, or I think I did, I'm don't quite remember the line exactly. "I can't name you squishy though. It doesn't fit."

The nightmare neighed.

"I'll name you later, promise." I told it.

I watched it run around the tub and even drink from the bath water. I found the little nightmare so adorable I couldn't imagine why a child would find it scary. I just wanted to keep it with me for the rest of my life. It'd be like my little sidekick. I was like living in a cartoon or something that I could get an adorable little sidekick to take everywhere. I could keep it in my pocket or on my shoulder. I could have a horse on my shoulder! This would be awesome!

"GEN!" A knock and shout came out the door. It was Pitch I knew that.

"WHAT!?"

"IT'S BEEN TWENTY MINUTES!"

"FINE I'LL COME OUT!"

Pitch had tried to take away my mini-nightmare, but I fought for it. As dusk fell I told Pitch to go and give some kids nightmares or something. He only agreed because I forced him out with the argument that fears helps kids grow up when they face them. Of course he said he could just send out some nightmares, but I argued he never got out much. I told him I did not want to see him for two days. Two whole days, I would not want to see his face until I woke up on the morning of the third day.

Now I should say that this was a mistake. I should have told him to stay, but I didn't. All because of these feelings, I should have told him. Ever since the fire I had a feeling of fear. Not of fire, but a fear I myself would have to face. This fear would lead me to my death. I would die. That I knew. Ever since the fair I knew. Something had been whispering in my ear that I was on borrowed time. It was like the movie Final Destination or whatever that one is that all the people that were supposed to be in an accident die anyway in weird freak 'accidents'.

I knew that Pitch had been preventing it. He may be the Boogeyman, but he was a great person. I loved him. I loved him very much; probably more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. It was too bad I would probably never see him again to tell him that to his face.

A/N: The end is nigh! Well the end of Gen at least.